After the divorce, she married a second time with a dowry of one billion

Song Boying didn't expect that since he was a child, he was always the one who was suppressed by his elder brother.

When you get old, you will inevitably be pulled out by him as a target.

Song Boying was anxious, and coughed violently again. Song Beiye immediately poured water for him, put away his little thoughts of listening to gossip, and said quickly:

"My dad is not feeling well, or you can eat first, and I will send him back to rest."

Upon hearing this, Song Boying stopped his cough immediately, stretched out his hand and pushed him back to his seat:
"No, I can hold on. It's rare to see them juniors. I also want to taste your youthful spirit."

That being the case, Song Beiye had no choice but to help him block Song Bocheng:

"Uncle, actually what Li Li said is correct. You old people like those clichés. You don't get tired of telling the stories of the older generation over and over again, but as the younger generation, we really don't want to hear them."

Sireng was the first to stand up:

"The juniors you mentioned don't include me."

As a daughter, it is natural to hold high the banner of defending her father.

And Huo Chenyu also snorted:
"Not even me."

There are four juniors at a table, and both of them want to hear stories.

Song Beiye had no choice but to look at Tang Li, and at least it would be a tie.

Unexpectedly, Tang Li smiled sweetly and said:
"Listen to it, it doesn't hurt."

Three to one!

Song Beiye quietly touched Tang Li, and taking the opportunity to pour her a drink, asked in a low voice:

"If you feel uncomfortable, I can take you first."

Tang Li shook his head:

"I'm not full yet."

Song Beiye: "."

He paused, and replied to her:
"There is food everywhere."

Tang Li leaned against him and said:

"But the stories can only be heard here."

This makes sense.

But Song Beiye didn't expect that she didn't mind at all.

So far he has nothing to say.

For Tang Li, Song Bocheng was determined to vent his anger on what happened this afternoon, and he couldn't hide it.

It's better to let him say.

Whether he can let out such a bad breath depends on whether he has the ability.

Besides, she has already made up her mind, Song Bocheng, as an elder, has experienced more experience in the world and vicissitudes of life than she has eaten. Seeing her as a junior, why should she care about the face of an elder.

Song Bocheng cleared his throat, still making fun of Song Boying:
"Third brother, I heard that you have been ill in bed for two years, and your memory has also declined a lot. You must not remember the scene when you first confessed to Yun Shu, right?"

Song Boying simply pretended to forget things:

"I'm old, I really can't remember it, but my brother has a good memory."

Song Bocheng nodded:
"That is, I remember that day was the Qiqiao Festival, which is the Qixi Festival that you young people like most. The third brother prepared for this confession for a long time. He is a nerd who never cares about his image. It was a rare day. After tidying up, he put on a suit and tie, and went to buy a bouquet of roses, but when he saw Yun Shu, he got nervous and had a stomachache."

Speaking of this, Song Bocheng laughed out loud without hesitation about his image as an elder.

It was as if he regarded Tang Li and other juniors as old friends from the past.

Strange to say, although Song Bocheng did not consider his brother's feelings, Tang Li felt from his hearty laughter that he seemed not so gloomy and listless.

He has the unique boldness of northern men, which is not annoying.

On the contrary, it was Song Boying. Tang Li peeped at him several times. Although he was a patient and his face was not good-looking, the expression on his face was more like a dormant fox.

Tang Li's focus was more on Song Boying.

Seeing that the juniors were afraid to answer, Song Bocheng continued:
"The third brother has always had this problem. He likes to go to the toilet when he's nervous. That day, he asked Yun Shu out. The flowers were still on the seat, and he went to the toilet to squat all afternoon."

"It caused Yun Shu to sit all afternoon, thinking that he had something important to do, and finally called an ambulance for him. Not only did he make a big fuss, he even lost the flowers."

Having said that, Xi sneered and asked:

"Why did you lose the flowers? Did you go to the hospital and forget to take the flowers?"

Song Bocheng shook his head:
"That's not the case at all. Because he was too nervous, he said the wrong seat number, and the roses he bought were taken by the young couple at the next table."

Presumably he thought it was funny, so he laughed loudly.

Sireng smiled professionally.

Huo Chenyu and Tang Li couldn't help looking at Song Boying.

The scene was awkward for a while.

Until Song Boying blamed himself:
"I have the impression that this is indeed the case."

The first time I confessed, I lost the flowers, went to the hospital, and came out with nothing wrong.

Sereng, as a fan, asked again:
"And then? Did third uncle confess his love?"

Song Bocheng still didn't notice his brother's embarrassment, he waved his hand and said:

"The confession is still to come. When they arrived at the hospital, the doctor checked him and found that there was nothing wrong with him. It was a waste of medical resources. Later, Yun Shu asked the doctor if the nervous problem could be cured. The doctor said, you have to go now. Ask the psychiatrist, it’s useless to come to the emergency room.”

Uh.
Sereng felt a little overwhelmed by the words of his nervous adoptive father, Song Bocheng continued:
"After leaving the hospital, Yun Shu asked him why he was nervous today. Guess what this kid said?"

Who dares to guess!
After waiting for a while, seeing that the four juniors were silent, Song Bocheng laughed himself first:
"My silly third brother, he told Ren Yunshu that he would not be nervous when he heard that married men would be."

"Yun Shu was very happy at the time, and said which girl you fell in love with, I'll tell you."

"The third brother is also upright. After staring at Yun Shu for a long time, he managed to say, I've taken a fancy to you."

If a bunch of old people sit together and recall this, it would be an interesting thing.

It's just that Song Boying kept his face cold, obviously displeased.

And Song Bocheng enjoyed it, completely forgetting that his original intention when he mentioned Yun Shu was to vent his anger on himself and destroy Tang Li's prestige.

"You guys don't know that Yun Shu kicked his third brother to the ground with a flying kick, put his hands on his hips and said, hello Song Boying, I treat you like a brother, but you actually want to use me as medicine to cure your illness !"

The words "medicine to cure disease" stepped on the point of laughter of Tang Li and others.

Tang Li couldn't help agreeing in his heart, as expected of her mother, she likes her temperament.

When Xi Leng heard it, he saw that the topic had strayed off track, so he quickly pulled him back:
"It turns out that my third uncle liked Miss Tang's mother so much before. It seems that Miss Tang's vixen attribute has been inherited."

Song Xileng, who grew up drinking foreign ink, was becoming less and less pleasant to listen to.

Tang Li was also not used to her stink, so he directly complained:
"Did Miss Song just return to the country and refuse to accept the grain? What she speaks is language. Why are you letting your breath out?"

This is so advanced.

Song Beiye couldn't help giving a thumbs up, but Xi Lengqi's face was crooked.

A new round of confrontation is coming again.

Huo Chenyu, who was caught in the middle, sighed helplessly!