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

   Chapter 68 Cooking **** soup for Mr. Song

"It's not a deal." Ji Ming said truthfully: "I just called the branch to which your school belongs. Now the relevant departments have an Internet monitoring team, which is responsible for Internet rumors. The content of those posts cannot be checked. If it’s true, the sub-bureau will naturally be responsible for deleting it.”

  Tang Li knew very well that if she had reported the case herself, she probably wouldn't have had this result.

   Shen Na and Yu Sui were taken away by the police because of Ji Ming's phone call.

   This might be akin to "up and down".

   The person above explained a sentence, and the person below will fully extend and interpret this sentence, and it is bound to do things neatly and beautifully.

  Although Ji Ming was by Song Boyan's side, he still had a military rank.

   If he wanted to return to the army someday and put on that uniform, he would be a major in the battalion.

   "Besides—" Ji Ming paused for a moment, and then continued: "It's also Mr.'s advice. It's inevitable that you will be a little worried when you learn that you have been attacked on the forum."

  Tang Li's fingers holding the water bottle tightened unconsciously.

   Looking at the **** in Ji Ming's hand, she asked.

   "Mr. stayed up all night on business last night. I got a little cold. I haven't had a good rest today. I'm going to cook a bowl of **** soup for Mr. to dispel the cold."

  "Then you can?" If you can, it is impossible to fiddle in the kitchen for a long time without fiddling with something.

   Tang Li asked, his hand was already stretched out.

   She added, "I'll do it."

Tang Li took the initiative to explain to Ji Ming's somewhat surprised look: "When I was in southern Yunnan, my mother often had a fever, and I always took care of her, like cooking **** soup. It may be difficult for you, in my eyes. it's actually really easy."

  The words have come to this point, and Ji Ming has no further shirk.

  After Ji Ming left the kitchen, Tang Li sliced ​​the **** with a knife.

  Standing in front of the gas stove, Ji Ming's words still lingering in his ears, remembering the sentence "I'm a little worried", Tang Li slowly exhaled.

   She originally planned to find a reason to leave after drinking water...

   Half an hour later, Tang Li added honey to the boiled **** soup and sent it upstairs.

  The light leaking from the study room spilled over the corridors.

  When she stepped into the study, she realized that she hadn't knocked on the door, because the door of the study was only open, and she had something in her hand, so she subconsciously regarded it as a familiar place.

   was about to exit and knock on the door before entering, but his eyes caught a glimpse of the corner of the study.

   On the reddish-brown solid wood recliner, Song Boyan was half-recumbent, with his hands clasped on his body. A book was spread out and rested on the armrest of the recliner, as if halfway through reading a book, if he felt tired, he closed his eyes and rested.

  Song Boyan seemed to be really asleep.

   Put the **** soup on the desk, Tang Li walked over unexpectedly, and then squatted beside the reclining chair.

   With the warm yellow light, she looked at Song Boyan's tall nose bridge and thin lips with her eyes, which seemed sharp, but made her feel inexplicably at ease.

   In his mind, the scene of Song Boyan smiling in the gym yesterday appeared.

  Tang Li couldn't help bending the corners of his lips.

  I don't know how long it took until her legs were numb, and she quietly got up and left the study.

   When the door of the study closed, the man who was sleeping opened his eyes.

  Song Boyan sat up from the reclining chair.

Thinking of those two scorching and novel eyes, he couldn't help but smile, as if helpless, mixed with a few wisps of connivance. There was an extra cigarette case.

   (end of this chapter)