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

Wu Xuehan saw Tang Li came back in men's clothes, and couldn't help but ask, Your father brought you back?

Tang Li left in the evening, telling her that she was going out to dinner with her family.

No. Tang Li took off his suit and put it on the back of the chair, met Wu Xuehan's curious eyes, couldn't help smiling, and explained one more sentence: It's also an elder. He just happened to be going home, so he took me on the way.

Wu Xuehan straddled the chair and told Tang Li worriedly: A Midsummer Night's Dream will re-select the heroine again. If I continue to struggle like this, I will die watching this show.

It's only half a month before the welcome party is full.

Choose the protagonist, and then rehearse.

If the male and female protagonists do not have a tacit understanding, or if one party is not professional, ten days will not be enough.

Yu Sui had been rehearsing for nearly a month.

If the musical was killed, she would not be able to act as a tree.

Think of her tree--

Wu Xuehan was so worried that she couldn't sleep.

This is her first official stage performance.

She told her family that her parents are now waiting to see her stage photos...

Tang Li had already walked to the balcony of the dormitory.

Looking out from here, you can see a corner of the entrance of the garden.

She didn't see the car.

should go...

She silently told herself in her heart.

On the same night, the Han family in the middle of the night.

Han Jifeng once again woke up from those disturbing dreams. The lamp on the bedside was on, and the orange light fell into the eyes of him sitting beside the bed. Instead of showing warmth, it made him feel inexplicably depressed.

Fragments of the dream are still circling in the brain.

Real as if it really happened.

He has had such a dream for more than ten days.

Although each dream is different, they can be connected together, as if it were his life in another world.

In these dreams, Li Shengxia and her fiancé got married and then divorced.

Han Jifeng stood in front of the washbasin with cold water droplets on his chin. He looked at himself in the mirror, and the scene he dreamed of tonight seemed to be right in front of him.

It was in the presidential room of a five-star hotel.

Li Shengxia is dressed in a long black dress, her long hair is tucked behind her head, and a few strands of hair are scattered on her cheeks, adding a bit of charm. She holds a red WOC bag in her hand, and she narrows her eyes a little, and she will leave in a hurry after passing him. , and then he grabbed his wrist and stopped the pace of going out.

There was a strong smell of alcohol between the two of them.

In the dream, he hugged Midsummer tightly.

It was like what was lost and found, making him reluctant to let go.

Li Shengxia slapped his back shoulders desperately, the wet red eye sockets, and the pain biting his shoulders. Everything was very real. He pressed Sheng Xia on the bed, and their lips and teeth were entangled with each other. It should be like this, but he couldn't help but get close to each other.

If the Han family hadn't fallen, Li Shengxia would have been his wife.

They love each other, but they have to work together.

Han Jifeng wiped his face with a towel. Almost every dream ended in a quarrel. The one quarreling with him was not Midsummer, but another woman.

At that time, his face was very irritable and angry.

In his twenty years of life, he has never lost his temper like that.

But in front of that woman, he almost showed an unprecedented ruthlessness.

Until one day, the woman began to become quiet when facing him.

At that moment, he did not feel relieved, but rather lost.

As for that woman...

He had met a relative living in the Li family, the girl named Tang Li.