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

  Chapter 24 The wily Mr. Song

  Jiming still remembered that it was the same girl last night, when she learned that her husband gave her an umbrella, and she wanted to see her husband.

  People were sent back to Li's house by him, and they jumped up and down when they entered the house.

   is a bit different from the current one…

  Tang Li saw that no one responded to him, so he was thinking of finding a reason, but Song Boyan said, "Since it's not far away, it's faster to drive back and save you from going the wrong way."

  “…”

   On the way back, Tang Li held the medicine bag and didn't say a word.

  Song Boyan broke the silence: "Are you not used to going to school in the capital?"

  Tang Li heard the words and tightened the bag slightly.

Finding that she was finally a little afraid of herself, Song Boyan smiled lightly: "Last night at Li's house, you turned over the balcony, made trouble at the birthday banquet, and then made a noise outside that Ji Ming wanted to see me, I thought you were really bold. ."

  's gentle voice, without any blame, failed to make Tang Li's body relax.

   She had only one thought in her mind—

   His own tricks, in his eyes, were indeed pediatrics.

  Whether she is 26 years old or she is 19 years old, in front of Song Boyan, every word and deed is a picture of a tiger becoming a dog.

   "Are you going to go back to school with your arms covered like this all the time?" Song Boyan spoke again, with concern that made her even more uneasy.

   The change in some thoughts is actually just an instant.

  …Although it was contrary to her original intention of getting in the car.

   Organize the language, Tang Li explained: "Treat the wound now, it will dirty the car."

   Song Boyan was noncommittal.

   About a few seconds later, the man's slender and beautiful hand appeared in front of her, took the medicine bag on her lap, and Song Boyan's low and mellow voice came from his ear: "The wound still needs to be treated as soon as possible, it will inevitably become infected over time."

  It was too late for Tang Li to keep the medicine bag.

   "Stretch out your hand." Then Song Boyan ordered her.

   This kind of command is the warmth that makes her want to dodge.

   Seeing the alcohol cotton ball in the man's hand, Tang Li did not move.

  Song Boyan's handsome brows and eyes were a little more gentle: "Do you want me to hold your hand in person?"

   "No." Tang Li denied.

   Apart from these two words, she couldn't find a better reason.

   Looking at her flickering eyes, as if she was being caught by clever tricks, Song Boyan didn't embarrass her, just said, "If it's not, then reach out."

   In the end, it was Tang Li who compromised.

   The man's large dry and warm hand gently lifted her arm and wrapped her slender wrist.

  Alcohol touched the wound, and the pain like needle stick hit.

  Tang Li's right hand on his side clenched the leather seat without a trace.

   "Does it hurt?" Song Boyan asked her in a deep voice.

   Ji Ming, who was driving in front, couldn't help but glanced at the rearview mirror.

  Because it was the first time I saw my husband being so friendly.

   is not that kind of politeness, but is genuinely approachable, without the slightest pretence, at least he has been with his husband for all these years, and there has never been a woman who can let him give him an umbrella and apply medicine.

  Jiming glanced sideways at Tang Li who was silent again—

   A shirt that was washed a bit faded, gauze stuck to her forehead, and the sunlight poured in from the gap in the car window, making her fair profile almost transparent. Under the slightly open collar of the shirt, the pink neckline was beautiful.

   is a very spirited girl.

   Based on various indications, he has already guessed that although this is Miss Li's family, her background is probably not orthodox.

  Jiming remembered that at the birthday banquet last night, Mr. Tang spoke for this Miss Tang... He was in charge of Mr. Song's safety and daily affairs, but he had never seen this girl.

   can only explain-

   This Miss Tang and Mr. Tang met earlier.

   Tang Xiaoli, who was walking and jumping, leaned on the car window and burst into tears: "This is not a scooter, it is a hearse to the crematorium!"

   (end of this chapter)