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

Song Boyan poured the tea without stopping, and then put the teapot on the bamboo tea tray.

The teacup made of stoneware is a little more ancient than the ordinary tea set, and the crisp sound of the cup lid closing is especially clear in the office.

In the air, the fragrance of tea is entwined with the faint scent of bamboo, adding a bit of interest.

Looking at this scene, Han Jifeng couldn't help but think of the man who was "released on bail pending trial" in his dream. When he and several other prosecutors pushed open the door of the ward, they only saw Song Boyan sitting there making tea. At that time, his body was deteriorating day by day. , but never showed a look of self-pity.

Seeing them, Song Baiyan's originally slightly frowning brows stretched out. The 36-year-old man can already be described as a half-life ups and downs. The eyes that fell on them were unusually peaceful.

Han Jifeng remembered Song Boyan smiling slightly in the dream, and put down the teapot to explain: "I was thinking, I am the only one who tasted Longjing before the Ming Dynasty, which is a little less interesting."

Even in prison, he still behaves with ease.

At this time, Song Boyan's voice came steadily: "Do you know my relationship with Tang Li?"

Song Boyan's acknowledgment made Han Jifeng silent for a few seconds, and then he heard Song Boyan say, "Previously, Congressman Li wanted to match you with Tang Li, and I have learned from here that you and his eldest daughter had a relationship, if you talk to him again. Tang Li is coming and going, and it's not good to hear it out."

After a long time, Han Jifeng asked aloud: "Your Excellency introduced Judge Ji's daughter to me, and you don't want me to attack Tang Li?"

Even if he already knew the answer in his heart, now facing Song Boyan, he still couldn't help but ask for the confirmation. His Excellency the high-ranking president would make a mess of the mandarin ducks because of selfishness and taking advantage of his power?

Song Boyan didn't answer but asked, "You don't like that lady from Ji's family so much?"

From start to finish, his eyes were gentle.

Han Jifeng didn't believe Song Boyan's goodwill, so he didn't follow along and turned the topic around to Tang Li: "The first time I saw Tang Li was almost two years ago, when Li Yuaner was preparing for the college entrance examination, and I I went to Li's house to tutor her, and I met Tang Li at the entrance of the stairs."

With that said, Han Jifeng looked at the man opposite again: "Tang Li's life experience, your Excellency may know better than me."

Song Boyan did not deny it.

Han Jifeng said again: "I had a dream."

"In the dream, Tang Li is my wife."

After he finished speaking, he could feel Song Boyan's eyes looking at him, which seemed to be more and more profound, but it was a silence that listened carefully.

Han Jifeng's voice resounded in the office again: "Even if it's a dream, it's a warning. During the time I helped Li Yuaner with tutoring, I could meet Tang Li almost every day, or in the corridor or stairwell. Well, I didn't expect that she would reject the marriage outright later."

"At the state banquet, she walked to the main table, and I thought she was trying to ask Your Excellency to clear the siege, until I saw those photos on Facebook."

When Han Jifeng said this, he remembered the solitude of Song Boyan and Tang Li on the golf course in his dream. Song Boyan's eyes on Tang Li were warm, revealing a faint connivance, but there was no love.

If that generation Song Boyan never had feelings for Tang Li, just because Tang Li stopped a car outside the Tan Palace, then why would Tang Li have so many interactions with him in this life?

"Tang Li, who lives in Li's house, is sensitive and has low self-esteem. Even though it has changed now, he is still a student with one foot on the campus. With your age and experience, I can't think of any other adjective for such a girl except childish. ."