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

After dinner, Tang Li sent off the group of "Gao Fushuai" who were carrying two million in cash, and took a taxi back to the community where Li's house was located.

There is a cake shop not far from the community.

Tang Li suddenly wanted to eat dessert, so the driver stopped the car.

After paying for the car, she got off to buy food.

She pushed open the glass door and entered, and a dazzling array of cakes came into her sight. At this moment, there were not many customers in the store. Tang Li, carrying a large basket, stood in front of the display freezer and began to choose the cakes she wanted to buy.

She put a bran cup in the basket and a 6-inch cheesecake.

Just thinking about whether to buy two sausage buns for tomorrow's breakfast, a pair of men's hands pressed against the display glass of the freezer. The joints were distinct and generous.

Tang Li caught a glimpse of it out of the corner of the eye, and then was slightly startled.

Because I noticed that watch.

In her ear, Song Boyan's familiar voice came: "I bought so much, and I haven't had dinner yet?"

Tang Li turned his head following the sound.

I guessed right, it was the person she thought.

Song Boyan dressed very casually, rarely seeing suit shirts, polo shirts and slacks, just like returning from outdoor sports and dinner parties.

There was a faint smile on the handsome face of the man.

This time, Tang Li was no longer frightened, and could not help but curl his lips.

The freezer where she picked sausage packs was by the door.

The staff was counting money in front of the cashier, but didn't look up to pay attention.

Tang Li raised his hand and covered Song Boyan's thin lips: "Don't talk, and don't show your face."

Song Boyan: "..."

Tang Li naturally noticed that his eyes on him were warm and indulgent. Such an encounter, accompanied by the night, seemed to be full of fantasy.

"You go outside and wait for me first."

she whispered.

Song Boyan wanted to laugh in his heart, but he still leaned on her.

Tang Li was like a little eunuch, holding a basket with cakes in his arms, stepped forward diligently, opened the door with both hands, watched Song Boyan go out, closed the door again, and then went to checkout.

When she came out holding the carton from the cake shop, Song Boyan was no longer in front of the floor-to-ceiling glass.

When he turned around, he found a man sitting on a bench by the roadside.

Song Boyan looked at her with a deep gaze, like a small smile. He held a cigarette between his fingers. There was a small blackboard outside the cake shop with chalk writing on it. Green vines were climbing on the edge. Not abrupt, but a throbbing in her eyes.

Tang Li trotted over.

August nights are hotter than July.

When she stopped in front of the bench, she finally asked her own confusion: "Why are you here, and how do you know I'm buying cakes?"

"I went out to play ball in the afternoon, I met a few members of Congress on the court, and I just had dinner together." Different from her puzzled face, Song Boyan said lightly, but, looking at her stunned expression, The smile in the man's eyes became more and more obvious: "If people don't stand in front of the glass, they won't see the car when they drive."

This sentence is an explanation for her.

Tang Li suddenly leaned forward and sniffed at the man.

--really.

Song Boyan noticed her small movements: "What are you smelling?"

"Suddenly ran into the cake shop and sat on the side of the road to smoke again. At first glance, I drank too much." Tang Li was holding the cake carton and muttered vaguely: "What's more, he smiled so brightly at me..."

"What are you talking about furtively?"

"I compliment you on your drinking."

Tang Li said, reaching out to help Song Boyan: "Where is Ji Ming, let's go back to Tan Palace to rest first."