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

"..." Tang Li suddenly wanted to open his mouth to bite.

"Don't think I don't know. You're afraid that I'm plotting against you, so you close the glass door and don't let me into your room. I text you, but you don't reply to me."

"You sent me a message?" Song Boyan asked slowly.

"Also, you ignore me when I knock on the door, and keep me outside to feed the mosquitoes."

Tang Li continued to accuse.

After a while, her body was released.

Even if he was squatting in front of Tang Li, Song Boyan was still a little taller than the girl sitting on the small bench, the cuffs of his grey shirt were rolled up, his left arm was on his leg, and there seemed to be a smile at the corner of his eyes: "It seems that mosquitoes also like to look good. Zhou Zheng's girl."

Tang Li pursed his lips slightly.

Then she found out that Song Boyan was not wearing pajamas.

It was his evening shirt and trousers.

"You went out?"

Tang Li asked with doubts in his heart.

It had been an hour between when she first went back to the guest room and when she went downstairs.

Therefore, Song Boyan may not be in the guest room when she passes by again.

In this way, he has wronged himself.

Tang Li felt a little uncomfortable, and clasped the edge of the bench with both hands: "Anyway, it's a fact that you locked the door. My pillow is still with you. Because there is no pillow, I tossed and turned and couldn't sleep well."

So, it's all his fault anyway.

Some horizontal conclusions were exchanged for Song Boyan's smile.

The smile of an adult man, even if it was simple, not cheerful and unassuming, but Tang Li was in a state of ecstasy. She completely forgot the original "complaint" and couldn't help but ask, "What were you doing outside just now?"

"Want to know?"

Tang Li nodded.

Song Boyan threw the remaining salt in his hand into the trash can: "Walking in the courtyard for a while is not an entertainment activity that young people like."

"Whoever said it, I like it." Tang Li emphasized: "Walking at night can help you sleep, and it can also promote digestion and enhance physical fitness."

Then, she said unexpectedly: "As long as you don't go to find other little lovers, it doesn't matter whether you walk or run."

Song Boyan sighed: "One makes one feel exhausted, do you still have the energy to find another?"

This sentence made Tang Li's scalp numb.

However, the heart is wrapped in sweetness.

Even though her real age is almost 27 years old, she occasionally acts like a girl who is less than 20 years old physically and mentally.

Hearing Song Boyan say this, she couldn't hold back and wanted to weld the relationship firmly: "I've touched it, you're already mine, and you're not allowed to change your mind."

On this topic, Song Boyan was clearly at a disadvantage.

The older she is, the more disrespectful she is when she speaks at such a time.

Sometimes, I am afraid to scare her.

In front of real tigers, paper tigers are often vulnerable.

However, this paper tiger has not changed.

Tang Li added: "After I touched it just now, I didn't have time to say how I felt."

Rarely, Song Boyan didn't stop the topic: "Do you plan to give a detailed description?"

Looking at the man's deep and gentle eyes, Tang Li's cheeks were hot, and he still said those two words: "I just want to tell you that your abdominal muscles are very hard."

As the words fell, Song Boyan's eyes changed as he looked at her.

Even if it was subtle, she was still aware of it.

Tang Li didn't flinch, and his eyes didn't wander around.

After that, she was pulled over.

Tang Li was unstable and could only hold the man's arm, feeling Song Boyan's rough left hand.

A slight rubbing made her shudder.

See you in the evening~