Chapter 1121 Gentle Township, Hero Tomb
both.
Simple two words, but a kind of certainty.
It is also an unshakable, deep prestige belonging to the superior.
Chu Yang's suppressed right hand curled up his knuckles, and then Song Boyan released his hand and resumed his warm tone: "It's eleven o'clock in the evening, so I won't leave you anymore."
Most of the politicians are smiling tigers.
Chu Yang didn't know it.
This is reflected most vividly in Song Boyan.
Song Boyan had already chased away people, so it would be meaningless to stay by himself.
However, the task given to him by the husband had not yet been completed, Chu Yang walked to the door of the office, but turned around, "Your Excellency is about to fall into the quagmire of the Golden Triangle because of a woman, it would be too much to speak out, and besides, the most fickle thing in this world is People's hearts, you have made such a decision, have you ever considered, what if you can't get back to the original in the future?"
After he finished speaking, he walked away.
From ancient times to the present, there have been countless women who have stepped on men to climb up.
For an ambitious woman, the more powerful a man is, the more he climbs the ladder. Song Boyan is now caught by a little girl, and I am afraid that he will answer the phrase "Gentle Township, Hero Tomb".
Tang Li was lying on the edge of the bathtub, drowsy, and the hot light suddenly came on above his head.
When he opened his eyes, he caught sight of the legs of his trousers.
She looked up and saw that Song Boyan was still pressing the switch of the heater.
"In September, it's not summer anymore."
Song Boyan took a bath towel and put it on the edge of the bathtub: "Lie down in the water to sleep, turn back and catch a cold, and suffer yourself."
"I'll just squint for a while." Tang Li defended.
She lay on the side of the bathtub and didn't move, her little face was greasy, her wet hair was pulled up, and her eyes kept following Song Boyan.
Song Boyan turned on the faucet to wash his hands, his shirt and trousers were crisp, and the strong and broad bones of his hands were hidden in the water. Tang Li watched it quietly. The picture, which was obviously serious, gave her a hint of charming color.
"What are you looking at?" Song Boyan pulled the towel and wiped his hands, and noticed her 'peeping'.
Tang Li turned his head back: "I just think the faucet looks pretty."
This excuse is better not to say it.
Song Boyan smiled and put the towel next to him: "No matter how good-looking the faucet is, it can't be wholesale." After speaking, he urged her, "Aren't you ready yet?"
Tang Li no longer continued to stay in the bathtub.
The moment he picked up the bath towel, shook it away, and got up to wrap it, he realized with hindsight that there was a second person in the bathroom.
Tang Li raised his eyes and met Song Boyan's gaze.
Even though he knew that he didn't know what to expect, his face was still red.
Especially, Song Boyan hasn't looked away.
Those eyes, focused, but without a trace of blasphemy, like looking at a work of art.
Tang Li's ears burned because of his analogy.
Saying that you are a work of art is somewhat narcissistic.
Then I felt that I was hypocritical. It's not that I haven't seen each other frankly, and I've done everything that should be done, so it's really unnecessary to act awkward.
With that in mind, she grabbed the towel and stepped out of the bathtub.
A pair of wet feet stepped on the floor tiles, and the skin became whiter under the light.
She took off the headband of her hair.
Sweep the ends of the hair over the towel, leaving a mottled water stain.
Tang Li lowered his head and put on his slippers, and was about to go to the cloakroom. A pair of big, articulated hands covered the bath towel. It was a man she was familiar with. When she was stunned, a dry towel was placed on her head.
This is not the first time being taken care of.
Tang Li turned around in coordination and stood at attention.
The towel did not let the water drop down, but covered her eyes.
Looking up, he could only see the neckline of the man's shirt, as well as his Adam's apple and chin.
These two parts are undoubtedly symbols of mature hormones.
Tang Li couldn't help but leaned up, and kissed Song Boyan's green chin.
Then, continue to rub your hair obediently.
The big hand on her head didn't move any more. Before Tang Li could lift the towel, a warm palm hit the back of her neck, and the spear brushed the skin of her neck with a rough, crispy texture. In goose yellow, the corners of the mouth touch a little stubble.
Then came the intimacy she was already familiar with.
I don't know how long ago.
The hands holding the bath towel were also pulled onto the man's shoulders.
When he stepped on the towel on the ground with his feet and realized that he was no different from a loach at the moment, Tang Li grabbed the shirt on the man's shoulder, and immediately let out a faint sigh.
Just thinking about whether he scratched someone, he was about to withdraw his hand when he heard Song Boyan say, "How many videos have you watched on the mobile hard drive?"
Tang Li: "..."
How could she steal the hard drive in the cloakroom—
The next moment, Song Boyan held her up.
Tang Li subconsciously wrapped his arms around Song Boyan's neck and shoulders, and Song Boyan's low-pitched voice came from his ears: "The practice of ants climbing a tree, after looking at it over and over again, I think it's very good at cooking."
Tang Li blushed and pretended not to understand: "It's not just fans and minced meat, it's not so delicious."
As she said that, she reminded kindly: "hold it like this, be careful to flash to the waist."
"At this moment, do you think I'm useless?"
Tang Li: "..."
She wanted to say "how dare", but Song Boyan asked, "I really don't like ants climbing trees?"
"..."
Don't you like Tang Li?
It doesn't matter at all what the answer is.
The adults are occasionally interested, and she expresses understanding and cooperation.
However, when I woke up the next day, it was inevitable that there would be sequelae-back pain.
Standing in front of the washstand, squeezed out the toothpaste and brushed her teeth. She noticed another toothbrush of the same color on the table. She remembered what happened last night. She must have been teased. While her face was hot, she also threw Song Boyan's toothbrush into the trash. bucket.
After a while, she fished it out again and put it back into the cup.
She took the razor away last time, and now there is a new one on the washstand.
Tang Li took the razor, Song Boyan's toothbrush again, and then turned on the power button of the shaver. With the buzzing sound, the toothbrush bristles also fell to the ground.
Twenty seconds later, a bald toothbrush was born.
Tang Li put the toothbrush back, and there was a knock on the door outside.
Go to open the door and find that it is Aunt Min.
Aunt Min came to call Tang Li, which was instructed by Xiao Minglan.
Because there was a guest in the Tang Palace.
Tang Li changed into a suit and followed Aunt Min to the living room.
As soon as she entered the living room, she saw a short-haired woman sitting with Xiao Minglan. She was about the same age as Ouyang Qian. At the wedding of Meng Shu and Jiang Yunxi, Tang Li saw each other. It was Meng Shu's mother.
"Did it wake you up?" Xiao Minglan showed concern when she saw her coming.
Tang Li said no: "It has already started."
Aunt Min put a plate of cakes in front of Tang Li's seat, and Xiao Minglan said again, "Aunt Mei came here today for your cousin Meng Shu."
Tang Li took the cake and looked up at Xiao Minglan and Mother Meng.
Mother Meng took over the words: "Although the little bastard has been taken by his father to surrender himself, and he is now in the detention center to reflect, but he did such a delicacy. After all, I didn't teach him well, and he should come to the door and apologize in person."
Meng Shu went to step on the sewing machine?
For Tang Li, it was indeed a surprise.
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Small Theater: Song Xiaohua's Enlightenment ③
When Song Xiaohua was four years old, she had realized her extraordinaryness.
Her father is the president, and no matter how dignified he is outside, when he encounters her mother, all principles will be voided.
As for her mother, it was even more powerful.
If it wasn't for her watching TV and eating melon seeds with Aunt Min every day, she wouldn't have discovered her mother's true face!
Mingming kissed_goodbye with her in the morning, and went to the Great Zhou Dynasty to be the favorite concubine in the afternoon.
In the evening, her mother went to catch criminals near the river.
She only ate a bowl of rice, and her mother switched to a dog-beating stick and became a descendant of Zhongnan Mountain, the Tomb of the Living Dead, and the Condor Heroes.
What's even more outrageous is that after her mother dealt with Zhou Zhiruo, she went home in a blink of an eye.
Her mother saw her throwing a bucket of biscuits on the ground to play with stacking blocks, grabbed her slippers and rushed over!
Help!
Dominatrix!
She got up and ran!
That night, she dragged her little pillow and was kicked out of the master bedroom by her mother, asking her to go back to her room to reflect - but she knew that her mother just wanted to do something bad!
Last time, she was picking up toys from the bottom of the sofa and suddenly got out. She saw her mother sitting on top of her father, and said that her father liked it like this. Humph, how old is she, she is not ashamed!
Good night!