Chapter 1093 His Child Is Growing Up

Tang Li couldn't help rubbing because his hair was scratching his lips.

These two rubs all landed on Song Boyan's leg.

Song Boyan looked down at Tang Li, who was still awake, and brushed the hair from her cheeks for her. It was this little thing that was affecting her mind anytime, anywhere.

The matter of Tang Yin's photo had not been hidden from his eyes.

Tang Li didn't mention it, but the internal affairs personnel would report the matter to the security office.

All correspondence received by Dangong must be registered.

Even if the surveillance video did not capture the person who released the letter, it was possible to screen out which guests were near the main table yesterday, although the results obtained from this screening were of little use.

Getting the list in hand is just a guess.

It is impossible to say that such a photo suddenly appeared.

The left and right are just to know Tang Li's real life experience.

Under the light, Song Boyan noticed that Tang Li's slightly frowning brow was still too young, and when he encountered intractable trouble, it would always show a bit on his face.

The letter-releasing person also took advantage of Tang Li's youth as a breakthrough.

If Tang Li was too stupid and received the letter, he would have taken the photo directly to him.

Wisdom will be hurt, not aimlessly.

Song Boyan's big palm gently landed on Tang Li's head.

His children are growing up day by day.

Can't say good or bad.

If you have your own thoughts, you should naturally be allowed to.

Excessive protection, encountering the child's rebellious period, but not a good point.

Tang Li was woken up by the urine.

When I opened my eyes, it was a familiar and unfamiliar ceiling.

The wall lamps were lit in the room, the heavy curtains were not drawn tightly, and a little morning light poured in through the cracks of the curtains.

Ready to go to the bathroom, when he sat up, Tang Li found that he was not in the guest room, but returned to the master bedroom.

On the bedside table, there is also the charger she took away last night.

The pillows are still a pair.

So, sleeping in a separate room last night was just a dream of Nanke?

Check the time on the phone, it's around 9:00 am.

At this point, Song Boyan got up early.

Thinking of his plan, Tang Li didn't stay in bed anymore.

When she was washing, she caught a glimpse of the razor beside the washstand, and she held it in her hand, no longer in a hurry to wipe the toothpaste foam from her mouth.

If we really want to separate in the future, should I take a souvenir?

After all, it's not a hand to tear the face apart.

In their situation, she would definitely miss Song Boyan.

Taking anything else is not as symbolic as a razor.

Before Tang Li went to have breakfast, he packed up his things. At this moment, Aunt Min was still in the dining room, taking care of Xiao Minglan's potted plants, when she saw Tang Li specially greeted: "Second master went to school in the morning, the old lady sent him there, Let's go to Fu's house by the way, I guess I won't be back until the afternoon."

Tang Li was still thinking about how to explain to Xiao Minglan that he was living in Washington One. At that time, he agreed to stay in Tan Palace for half a month, but since Xiao Minglan was not there, it saved her from finding reasons.

When she sat down at the dining table, Aunt Min said again, "Sir works on the first floor."

Tang Li didn't answer.

She is going to leave, she will definitely know that Song Boyan will be there.

In fact, I should have said it last night.

But when Song Boyan rolled up her sleeves for her, she suddenly couldn't say anything.

After that, no suitable opportunity was found.

A spoonful of warm white porridge entrance.

What Han Jifeng said came to her mind again.

If she told Song Boyan now that there was a drug lord in the Misu River basin who wanted to slander him and accept bribes, would she be considered delusional?

Or should I say that I have worshipped an eminent monk as a teacher, so I can predict the future?

Tang Li immediately extinguished the idea.

The last master who spread feudal superstition is still stepping on the sewing machine.

Moreover, Song Boyan was accused, and the most important crux was not the drug lord named Issa.

It was Song Boyan who had contacts with the Tang family.

The existence of this fact will allow the so-called accusations to be established.

Even without Issa, there will be Ersa.

As long as she is still with Song Boyan, that is the potential biggest handle.

The Li family had interests tied to her, so they chose to shut up.

As for the others—

Tang Li was holding the spoon, and what she thought of was the news that the voters marched on the Internet to force the president to step down. When Song Boyan faced similar doubts, she hoped that she would help him clear his suspicions, rather than confirming those charges.

She is not those politicians.

Not even that smart.

But she knew that she shouldn't let her loved ones get hurt.

The so-called hand in hand to face together is to make a bet on Song Boyan's political career.

If you really care about a person, you are always reluctant to let him have a little instability around him.

Even if that factor is herself.

After breakfast, Tang Li went back to the master bedroom.

She sat by the bed, thinking about whether she had left anything, and was about to go to the cloakroom to take a look when the door of the master bedroom opened.

When Tang Li saw Song Boyan, his first reaction was to look at the trolley case beside his feet.

She had planned to mention this to Song Boyan at the lunch table.

She never thought that Song Boyan would suddenly go back to the bedroom, and it was too late for her to hide her luggage.

Before she could finish the draft, Song Boyan also saw the trolley case: "The program will be recorded tomorrow, and it will be packed today?"

Tang Li had no choice but to nod his head: "Yeah."

"After recording the show, are you going to go directly back to Washington One?"

Tang Li: "..."

She didn't expect Song Boyan to think so.

Maybe because of the large trolley case.

Tang Li had the illusion of being drowsy and being given a pillow. The topic that was hard to talk about before suddenly found an entry point: "After recording this episode, I may have to shoot an advertisement. It will be more convenient to live in Washington No. 1."

Good night.