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

To end, Tang Li pressed the send button.

When Song Boyan received the text message, he was standing on the balcony of his bedroom smoking a cigarette.

In his ears, there seemed to be those words Tang Li said before going upstairs.

The girl's firm and shy eyes also deeply penetrated into his brain.

A 19 year old girl.

When they first met, she was only 11 years old.

At that time, he was already a 23-year-old adult man.

In his mind, that little girl with wheat-colored skin and a bright smile gradually overlapped with Tang Li, who had medium-length hair in a shawl and a slender figure in a bathrobe tonight.

Even in the past few years, the clear and firm eyes of the deer have not changed.

Just like when she sat on the threshold with her chin in her hands.

"I didn't tell you to hide the dagger. Anyway, I'll definitely be able to find it. Then I really won't return it to you. There is an unwritten rule in our village. Whoever finds it counts."

Some little rascals, but equally persistent,

If you like something, you will go all out to get it.

Thinking that I have lived for almost thirty-two years, and now I am being chased by a little girl, I feel amused, and I feel a little helpless.

When he returned to the bedroom, he found new text messages on his phone.

Tang Li never received a reply, thinking that Song Boyan's impulsive act of treating her as a child again.

Thinking about it like this, frustration inevitably arises in my heart.

As a result, as soon as she lay on the bed, the phone vibrated.

——It was a text message from Song Boyan.

[Go to sleep, don't play with your phone again. 】

Tang Li looked at the word "good boy", and the corners of her lips couldn't help but rise. It was a very ordinary exhortation, but she tasted different tastes.

She typed with the phone in both hands, and replied faster: "You too."

This time, Song Boyan didn't come back.

Tang Li felt more at ease and put down his mobile phone to sleep in peace.

However, in the middle of the night, she experienced the dream of arguing with Han Jifeng again.

In the dream, the glass and other china shattered, she saw that she smashed the remote control at the TV, and the LCD screen made a cracking sound. Going to the sofa, ignoring her red eyes and messy hair, she opened the door of the villa and went out.

Before Han Jifeng left, the cruel words he said lingered in her ears.

"Tang Li, stop acting like a mad woman, take care of yourself, what I want to do is my business, it's not your turn to interfere!"

When Tang Li woke up, it was already bright outside.

Standing in front of the bathroom mirror, Tang Li looked at the corners of his red eyes, slightly absent-minded.

In fact, even she herself hates herself like that in her dreams.

Lose yourself and lose your mind.

She was afraid that she would be like that again in this life.

Outside the house, there was the barking of dogs.

Tang Li followed the sound and opened the window of the guest room, just to see the iron-clad Tibetan mastiff jumping high, opening his mouth to catch the football thrown at it, then fluttering his big fluffy tail, running back and forth on the large lawn, and finally again. Return the ball.

Turning slightly to the side, she saw Song Boyan squatting under the tree.

The Tibetan Mastiff circled around him happily, Song Boyan patted its head, probably tired of playing, the Tibetan Mastiff stuck its tongue out and slowly got down beside Song Boyan.

When Song Boyan got up, the Tibetan Mastiff immediately followed, for fear that he would be abandoned by his master if he was too late.