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

It's not a deal. Ji Ming said truthfully, I just called the branch office to which your school belongs. Now the relevant departments have set up network monitoring teams, which are in charge of online 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 gone to report the crime 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 one day he wanted to return to the army and put on that uniform, he would be a major in the battalion.

Besides— Ji Ming paused for a while, and then continued: It was also Mr.'s advice. It is inevitable for Mr. to feel relieved when he learned that you were attacked on the forum.

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

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

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

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

Tang Li asked, and his hand was already stretched out.

She added, I'll do it anyway.

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 ginger soup. It may be difficult for you, in my eyes. it's actually really easy.

Having said this, Ji Ming didn't shirk any further.

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

Standing in front of the gas stove, what Ji Ming said was still lingering in his ears, remembering the phrase I can't rest assured, Tang Li slowly exhaled.

Originally, she planned to find a reason to leave after drinking water...

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

The light leaked 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.

Just as he was about to exit, knock on the door and enter again, his eyes caught a glimpse of the corner of the study.

On the red-brown solid wood reclining chair, Song Boyan was lying half-reclining, with his hands clasped on his body, and a book was spread out on the armrest of the reclining chair.

Song Boyan seemed to be really asleep.

Putting the ginger 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 curling 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.