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

Tang Li replied, "I can't sleep."

"Worried about your classmate?" Song Boyan put down the document: "Since Dr. Liang said she will wake up tomorrow, she won't wake up tonight, even if you stay up all night."

"I know."

Tang Li paused for a while before saying, "It's just... a little bit of nothing to do."

What happened tonight made her shudder.

In her last life, she only lived to the age of 26. She was not an "old monster" with a mental age of seventy or eighty years old. No matter how well she could bear it, she could imagine the ideological impact of seeing her classmates because she was injected with drugs.

Plus, she used to have some kind of prejudice against Yu Sui.

This prejudice has now turned into guilt.

As she said that, she looked at Song Boyan: "Aren't you sleeping yet?"

"immediately."

Song Boyan folded several documents together.

Tang Li stood aside, watching him get up, watching him turn off the lamp, and when she was about to leave the study, she suddenly said, "Can I sleep with you?"

Hearing this, Song Boyan cast a deep gaze.

Before he could speak, Tang Li said again, "If you don't do anything, you just sleep."

After being silent for a few seconds, Tang Li knew that her request was abrupt, so she continued: "I'll just talk about it and express my feelings. Don't be scared if you don't really want to sleep."

When the words fell, she planned to leave: "I'll go back to the guest room first, good night."

Song Boyan's voice came from behind: "Go to the cloakroom of the master bedroom to choose a change of clothes, wash in the bathroom, I will come up after seeing Axi."

Tang Li turned around.

Song Boyan looked at her straight eyes, and his heart was amused, and his expression became more peaceful: "Why, don't you want to sleep in the master bedroom?"

"...then I'll take a shower first."

After Tang Li finished speaking, he ran out of the study.

Song Boyan couldn't help laughing.

When he went downstairs to see the Tibetan Mastiff, and returned to the master bedroom, the bathroom door was not closed, and the sound of water rushing came, Song Boyan turned his footsteps, walked to the door, and saw Tang Li standing in the shower room.

She changed into a loose men's shirt and wore his home trousers underneath. At this moment, the trousers were rolled up high, revealing a pair of white calves, feet on the non-slip marble slab, Tang Li bent over , holding a shower head in his left hand, and washing his bruises on his knees in his right hand.

Because of the injury on her hand, she moved cautiously.

Song Boyan turned around and went to the cloakroom.

After Tang Li washed her feet, she found that the light in the cloakroom was on. She didn't go there and walked to the big bed, which was covered with a dark blue four-piece suit. After a moment of hesitation, she chose the position on the left.

Song Boyan came out of the cloakroom, Tang Li was still sitting beside the bed, she felt that she should say hello to the host before going to bed.

"Aren't you sleeping yet?" Song Boyan's voice was broad, sounding more secure in the middle of the night.

Tang Li reached out and lifted a corner of the quilt: "I'm about to sleep."

Seeing her lying down obediently, Song Boyan entered the bathroom.

When the door was closed, Tang Li turned to his side and looked in the direction of the bathroom. On the man's bed, it was probably because the servants were changing frequently.

In fact, the smell of smoke is not good.

It's just that he is the one who smokes, so he doesn't reject it.

Tang Li recalled what happened tonight. Although she didn't know who she was, she could pay for a private detective. Even if she could find someone and couldn't do anything to the other party for the time being, she still remembered one sentence: A gentleman's revenge takes ten years. not late.