Chapter 824
At the dinner table, Song Boyan noticed the sneakiness of the little guy.
Song Jingtian was asked by his elder brother, he closed the tablet immediately, and scratched his face with his little hand: "It's nothing, I just watched my nephew chat with them."
Song Boyan knocked the cigarette in his hand to the edge of the plate: "If you are so addicted to the Internet, you should put away your tablet."
"No." The little guy shoved the tablet into his arms: "If there is no tablet, I can't contact my friends, and I will suffer from depression."
The few words of depression, in exchange for Song Boyan's smile.
Suddenly, Song Jingtian asked aloud, "Brother, will I look similar to you in the future?"
"Want to grow like me?" Song Boyan asked rhetorically.
The little guy didn't answer.
In fact, he and eldest brother are rivals in love. He wants to take Tang Li back, but he can't tell eldest brother that when he grows up to eldest brother's age, eldest brother will also be old, and Tang Li will definitely change his mind at that time.
Thinking like this, the little guy is inevitably a little depressed.
Who let the men of their old Song family be devoted.
He was planted in Tang Li's hands!
When Xiao Minglan came back, seeing Song Boyan lighting a cigarette, he couldn't help but say, "I always say I want to quit smoking. I've been talking about it for so many years, but I haven't seen you quit successfully yet."
Hearing this, Song Boyan just smiled noncommittally.
Isn't that what his son is best at?
"What I said, you can't listen. When you get married, let your wife take care of you."
Although Song Boyan smoked less than in the past, he never gave up completely. Xiao Minglan added: "Men smoke, they smell all over their body, you don't mind, you have to consider the person next to your bed, second-hand smoke. Smoking too much is not a good thing."
Xiao Minglan just complained routinely.
Unexpectedly, Song Boyan really snuffed out the cigarette.
Xiao Minglan looked at this scene and only thought of one word: "One thing descends one thing!"
After dinner, Song Boyan didn't stay in the treaty hall for too long. He was addicted to cigarettes, but he didn't touch cigarettes again. Thinking of another thing, he simply asked Ji Ming to prepare the car and went out the door at night.
Song Boyan went to a jewelry store.
Half an hour ago, the jewelry store had been cleared.
Song Boyan was sitting in front of the display cabinet. The store manager brought a storage box with two rings on it, and returned the original of another small red velvet box.
Afterwards, the store manager respectfully introduced: "This pair of wedding rings is custom-made according to the ring you gave. You can try it on first. If there is any problem with the size, you can change it."
Song Boyan opened the small velvet box and took out a ring from it.
Even if it is a street stall, it seems to be worth a thousand dollars if it is held by someone with a high status.
Under the light, Song Boyan compared rings with different materials and the same shape. He narrowed his eyes slightly and continued to observe for ten seconds, letting Ji Ming see the difference. Ji Ming finished the comparison and said, "Except for weight and color, there is really no difference. "
Song Boyan listened and smiled lightly with his thin lips.
Ji Ming felt that his husband was in a good mood, which was not the same as before, and then he watched his husband let the staff try on the pair of wedding rings, which were simple in style but very pleasing to the eye.
Even if the husband didn't say it clearly, Ji Ming knew who the female ring would be given to.
The husband planned to marry Miss Tang, Ji Ming felt a little sloppy, but after thinking about it carefully, it was a matter of course.
Apart from Miss Tang, Mr. Tang has no other woman.
Who else can you marry if you don't marry her?