After the Rebirth, She Became Mr. Song’s Little Ancestor

Tang Li sent a text message to Li Wenyan, but she didn't think Li Wenyan would reply, so she locked her phone to sleep after saying "good night" to Mr. Song.

Berlin time, 8:20 pm.

Ji Ming pushed open the hidden door, there was a faint smell of smoke in the air. When he checked in, the husband specially asked for a smoking/room (a room that can be smoked), so that he would not leave his hand. Two cigarettes help reduce physical and mental fatigue.

When Ji Ming entered, Song Boyan was sitting at the desk, his left hand wearing a watch, half a cigarette between his fingers, and a pen in his right hand, writing something on the paper.

When he got closer, he found that the husband was writing on the back of a photo.

Ji Ming noticed the stack of landscape photos by the desk.

- All photos from Berlin.

There is the Reichstag, there is the Brandenburg Gate, there is the Berlin Cathedral and the East Side Gallery…

Ji Ming remembered that before leaving London, the envelope that the husband asked him to put in the mailbox probably also contained photos.

This day, Berlin, Germany, on the evening of May 30.

After taking a photo of [Under the Bodhi Tree Street], Song Boyan wrote this paragraph: "Born like a bright summer flower, undefeated and flamboyant, bearing the burden of the heartbeat and the burden of breathing, I never get tired of it. When you die, it is like a quiet and beautiful autumn leaf, not full or chaotic, and your posture is like smoke. Even if it withers, it retains the pride of the flesh and the bones. Shortcomings."

As the full stop was drawn, a puff of ash fell on the edge of the photo.

Mr. Song put the cigarette in his mouth, narrowed his eyes slightly, and wiped away the dust with a tissue.

A little careless, blurred the last words on the photo.

Immediately, Jiming saw that Mr. suddenly smiled.

"Or, rewrite?" he suggested.

The husband put the photo in an envelope on the side, then took the cigarette to the ashtray and knocked it lightly: "The same thing, I wrote it again, the mood is no longer there, and the same is true for doing things."

When the words fell, Song Boyan took another photo.

Seeing Mr.'s good interest, Ji Ming waited quietly.

I have to admit that since Miss Tang successfully won her husband, his life, apart from official duties, has been filled with other leisurely pleasures.

When Ji Ming saw his husband pick up the pen again, a sentence lingered in his mind: "No matter how mature a man is, when he encounters love, he can't help but do some interesting things."

The next day, Tang Li went to Li Wenyan's office early in the morning.

Put down the fruit basket and leave, it is only 7:40.

Tang Li did not leave a single word, but wrote a sentence on the card of the fruit basket: "I wish you a happy life, female stay."

Li Wenyan didn't want the outside world to know that he had an illegitimate daughter, so Tang Li didn't write his name. When Li Wenyan saw the fruit basket at the door of the office, it was already 9:10 in the morning.

In less than five minutes, Tang Li's text message came.

"Dad, I'm going to Lishan today to shoot, and I have to catch a car, so I can't wait for you to come to the office."

Li Wenyan glanced at the fruit basket on the ground, snorted coldly, but did not throw away the fruit basket, and only let Jiang Yuan take the points to the staff.

When Tang Li texted, he had already returned to school.

In the dormitory, she packed her things, and the producer of "Concubine Huang" sent a special car to take her to Lishan. At this moment, the car was waiting downstairs.

After passing through the community where Li's house was located, Tang Li asked the driver to stop and went back to Li's house by himself.