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

  Chapter 27 Our husband worships Buddha

   When Ji Ming opened his mouth, he had already handed over the document bag folded into a brick shape.

   glanced at the heavy paper bag, but Tang Li didn't reach out to pick it up.

   Confused, she looked up at Ji Ming again.

  Jiming explained: "Mr. accidentally learned that Miss Tang has not paid this year's sponsorship fee, so he ordered me to withdraw 50,000 yuan from the bank and send it to Miss Tang in case of emergency."

   Seemed to see that she wanted to ask further questions, and Ji Ming took the lead: "I don't know how much you want. It's not something I can ask casually about what sir wants to do."

  Tang Li didn't want the money without hypocrisy.

   took the file bag and asked, "Has Mr. Song always been doing good deeds?"

  Ji Ming was slightly startled, and then said: "Sir, he worships Buddha."

   The implication is that he is indeed a great man.

   But if he is really pure-hearted, why would he have just passed by and already sat firmly on the top spot of the Ministry of Finance?

   Tang Li did not say this sentence.

  The pursuit of power reflects the desire of human nature.

  Jiming left school and went to Yunqi Villa, where Song Boyan lived alone.

Yunqi Villa is located at the foot of Fengyun Mountain in the outskirts of Kyoto. It is built on the mountain and has excellent feng shui. It is rumored that it used to be the palace of an emperor in ancient times. The courtyard is praised by Feng Shui masters as "the image of the dragon flying in the sky".

   is both a private house and the owner of the house is honorable, and the security work has always been extremely strict.

  The car appeared at the foot of the mountain, and the huge black wrought iron door slowly opened.

The winding cement road is hidden between the rocks, and the green pines on both sides are vigorous, echoing the purple linden sticking out between the stone cracks. Not at all decadent.

  The mountain stream outside the courtyard, braving the gurgling white mist, shows the unseasonable abundance of spring.

  Jiming got off the car and went directly to Houshan Lake.

   As soon as he walked through the courtyard corridor, he saw Song Boyan walking by the lake.

  The surface of the lake was shimmering with sunlight, and the man suddenly stopped his steps and looked at this natural lake and sea with his hands behind his back.

   Hearing the sound, Song Boyan turned around.

   This time, without waiting for Song Boyan to ask, Ji Ming took the initiative to tell: "The money has been delivered to Miss Tang."

   "Did she ask anything?"

  Jiming paused and said, "Miss Tang asked if you often do good deeds?"

  Song Boyan smiled when he heard the words.

   "I didn't ask you anything else?"

"Gone."

  Song Boyan continued to walk forward, and Ji Ming followed.

   After a while, Song Boyan's mellow voice sounded again: "You go back to the Ministry of Finance later and cancel the afternoon meeting. The reason is that I am not feeling well."

  Jiming nodded in response.

   Perhaps because he had accumulated too much confusion in his heart, he couldn't help but ask, "Mr. and Miss Tang knew each other before?"

   "In the early years in southern Yunnan, it was considered a relationship."

   It took Song Boyan a long time to answer.

  Ji Ming did not expect that Mr. would tell him truthfully.

  Standing by the lake, Song Boyan couldn't help but think of the bloodstained appearance of the girl at noon. She was more embarrassed than last night. If she hadn't known that her biological father was Li Wenyan, she might not have been able to recognize her in Li's study last night.

   The thin and clever girl in the past has a lot of facial features now, but she vaguely has the shadow of the past.

After eight years, Song Boyan still remembers that when he woke up from a coma from a gunshot wound, the little girl with a ponytail pressed her little dirty hand to his thin lips, heard the constant footsteps outside, and was dripping with nervous sweat. , but didn't care about running away, whispering in his ear: "As long as you don't make a sound, I won't suffocate you!"

   (end of this chapter)