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

A girl in her twenties must not be able to compare her behavior with a thirty-year-old woman. A ten-year gap is enough to fill out an excellent experience report.

The more stable and thoughtful a man is, the more cautious he is in choosing a mate.

Young, maybe energetic, but not suitable for constant companionship.

Living under the same roof, in the long run, the surprise at the ideological level will become more and more obvious.

Just like myself and Tang Li in my dream.

Although he and Li Shengxia studied in different majors in the university, they were together and would not have nothing to say. After he married Tang Li, the content of their conversation could only be about eating, drinking and lhasa, and deeper topics, even if he If there is a desire to talk, it will stop abruptly because Tang Li can't understand.

Without a strong background, his job at the Justice Department was not easy.

Tang Li couldn't understand his hardships and difficulties.

When he returned home, he changed his shoes and went in. What was waiting for him would never be a warm atmosphere. Tang Li was either cooking or watching TV with Qin Yueru.

Before going to bed at night, what Tang Li mentioned the most was how Qin Yueru was.

Other than that, there was only silence between them.

Later, the conditions of the Han family improved, and he paid for a nanny. Within a week, Tang Li dismissed the nanny without authorization. Her reason was that the nanny was not doing her best to take care of Qin Yueru.

Since then, he has less and less communication with Tang Li at home.

It was not until Li Shengxia returned to China and stood in front of him again that he felt that he was alive again.

This is his real feeling in the dream.

When he returned home, he was lying on the bed at night, and when he heard Tang Li mention Qin Yueru's body, he didn't even want to respond. Tang Li thought he was very tired and fell asleep, so he didn't continue.

After dinner, Qin Yueru occasionally asked them to accompany them to watch TV. If Qin Yueru went back to the room to rest early, he would not stay in the living room, but also got up and went to the study, and only returned to the bedroom until late at night.

Han Jifeng was sitting in the office, and intermittent fragments emerged in his mind. Then, he heard himself speak again: "Your Excellency, Tang Li is afraid that he will not be able to climb high."

"It's hard for you to think about her like this."

Song Boyan said, raised his left hand on his lap, and compared it to the sofa: "The first time I saw her, she was already so tall, and the weather in the Mi Su River was hot and humid, she had a small ponytail. The skin was tanned with honey, and those eyes looked slyly."

Han Jifeng's expression was normal, but his mood sank.

Because he didn't know that Song Boyan and Tang Li had such a relationship.

At least in the dream, Tang Li never mentioned it.

"You graduated from the University of Political Science and Law, and you shouldn't have seen blood on your hands." Song Boyan's tone was not like showing off, but rather a statement: "I was elected to the special forces after serving in the army for half a year, and a drug dealer in the border area. Running rampant, special forces are indispensable for anti-drug operations, and others only know that special forces are heroic, but they cannot understand the feeling of life and death hanging by a thread."

"I have been in the army for a few years and have killed a total of 43 people. Except for the sniper rifle, the most commonly used is the tiger tooth dagger."

Having said this, Song Boyan's deep eyes stayed on Han Jifeng's face: "Later, my comrades and I were ambushed when we were on a mission. He was my watcher. In the river, he was wounded by a gunshot, and when he opened his eyes again, he saw a curious little face in addition to the poppies in the mountains."

Tang Xiaoli: Your mother doesn't like babysitters, so you want me to be a filial daughter-in-law in front of the hospital bed, do you blame me..._(:з"∠)_