Chapter 865 I Can't Stay Here?

Tang Li turned his head when he heard the sound.

Seeing Song Boyan, she put the bunch of flowers back on the dining table and asked, "I like it very much, but I don't know who it was given to."

Song Boyan stopped at the dining table, looking at her fair and pretty face, a subtle smile flashed in his eyes, he stretched his right hand to the dining table and took out a rose from the bouquet.

When Song Boyan picked up a rose, Tang Li's attention fell on his hand.

The man's hand is large and well-defined.

Make her feel warm and at ease.

Song Boyan turned his head to the side, his eyes shifted from the bouquet of roses to Tang Li: "The whole villa, today's birthday, is worthy of this bouquet, is there anyone else?"

Tang Li slightly curled his lips, and then asked back: "What do you mean, if I don't have a birthday, I don't deserve to receive roses today, right?"

At this moment, Ji Ming came in with a cardboard box.

- It's a cake from the bakery.

The moment he entered the door, he saw that his husband showed a rare happiness.

Song Boyan was not displeased when he heard Tang Li's secretly changing concept of "finding faults". On the contrary, there was a smile on his brows, eyes and corners of his mouth. The rose in his hand was broken. Don't go to Tang Li's ear, and then he said: "Wear this flower and look more and more like Audrey/Hepburn."

For other men, this sentence might be a polite compliment, but when Song Boyan said it, it sounded like a serious sweet talk in Tang Li's ears.

So, even if she thought it was a bit "tacky" to wear flowers like this, she didn't expose it in person: "Isn't it Marilyn/Monroe?"

"Like Marilyn/Monroe?"

"No, I like Sophie/Marceau."

After speaking, Tang Li's words changed: "Since you like Audrey/Hepburn, then I will be Audrey/Hepburn for a day."

Song Boyan just laughed.

When Ji Ming brought the cake over, Tang Liwang turned to Song Boyan: "I forgot to tell you, I have already bought the cake."

Song Boyan asked Ji Ming to send the cake to the kitchen, his eyes fell back to her face, and he was more spoiled: "I can have another birthday tomorrow morning."

"Will you stay in the villa tonight?"

Song Boyan: "I can't stay here?"

"This is your residence, of course you can stay overnight if you want."

Seeing her flattering expression, Song Boyan smiled slightly.

When the words fell, Ji Ming also came out of the kitchen.

Song Boyan had no other orders, and let Ji Ming go down to rest.

When Ji Ming left, Tang Li stretched out his hand and took Song Boyan's arm through his shirt: "Sit down first, I made pasta, you can give me a taste."

Song Boyan sat down in the chair cooperatively.

Watching her run into the kitchen and come out again with a plate of pasta in her hand.

"It's my first time making western food, and I invite you to join me."

Her words were a bit skinny, and there was a faint expectation.

However, the greasy pasta, the insider can see that there are too many seasonings.

Since this is the first time, it is inevitable to encourage more.

When the chef came out, he found that Song Boyan had already picked up his fork. He wanted to stop him, but because Tang Li was there, he didn't know how to remind him. In the end, he could only watch his husband eat the spaghetti.

"what about the taste?"

When Tang Li made the noodles, Song Boyan came back, and she hadn't tried it yet.

At this moment, she took the fork to taste it.

Unexpectedly, Song Boyan held her wrist: "Ask the servant to make another serving for you. On your birthday, there is no reason to eat pasta."

"You can't even try one?" Tang Li asked.