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

   Chapter 260 He called his name for the first time

  Tang Li stood outside the door and did not directly follow Fu Si into the private room. She was somewhat of a consideration of her own identity. After all, she was not someone from Song Boyan, so it was impossible for her to enter as swaggeringly as Fu Si.

   Many times, this kind of game is equivalent to socializing.

   She wants to wait until Fu Si is sure that there is no problem, and then go in by herself.

"Why don't you come in?" The door of the private room was suddenly opened, and Fu Si appeared at the door, and found that Tang Li was outside. He stretched out his hand, hesitated, and finally took Tang Li's left wrist: "It's just a few greasy Middle-aged man, don't be nervous."

   Being pulled by Fu Si, Tang Li took a few steps inside.

  This private room is much larger than the next door, with warm and white tones, and dark logs with great texture. This kind of decoration echoes the blue bricks and black tiles outside the window, showing the ancient oriental charm everywhere.

   Mahjong tiles fell on the table, making a dull sound.

  Tang Li Xunsheng cast his gaze over.

The Chinese-style carved screen partition, through the hollow pattern, she saw a few men playing cards behind the screen, and there were some companions around. They looked quite old, and they may have been immersed in the officialdom for many years, even if the appearance is not obvious, the conversation is harmonious. The temperament is not comparable to ordinary people.

   Across the screen, Tang Li heard a middle-aged man speak, in an official accent.

  Tang Li soon found Song Boyan.

  The position where he was sitting was right in front of the carved screen.

  Tonight, Song Boyan was wearing a shirt and sweater, not as formal as usual, and because of this, Tang Li didn't notice him when he came in.

  The heating is on in the private room, and the temperature is not low.

A white shirt is paired with a black sweater, the collar of the shirt is exposed, and one button is unbuttoned. Song Boyan's facial features are tough, and the outline is thin. With this kind of dress, it will not show "girly", but a leisurely look Elegant and steady.

  Tang Li watched, his mood warmed along with his body.

   "Don't worry about them, let's eat." Fu Si pulled Tang Li to the sofa, and on the long coffee table, there were already several kinds of food to eat: "Whatever you want to eat, you can order it now."

   As soon as the voice fell, the waiter brought another plate of steamed lobster with minced garlic.

   Sitting on the sofa, Fu Si leaned over, dialed the lobster back and forth with his chopsticks, then picked up the lobster head and instructed the waiter: "Use this to cook the porridge for us."

   said, he asked the waiter to bring the menu.

  Fu Si looked down at the menu: "Here's a plate of kebabs, a steamed egg with clams, and...two spring cakes."

  Thinking of something, he turned his head and asked Tang Li, "Do you eat spicy food?"

  Tang Li doesn't have many taboos.

  Fu Si closed the menu, raised his head and said to the waiter, "Send me a bunch of soy milk first."

   At this moment, Song Boyan's calm voice came from behind the screen: "Don't just order for yourself, but also ask Tang Li's opinion about ordering what she likes to eat."

   Tang Li's fingers curled up slightly when he heard the words.

   This seems to be the first time he calls his name.

  Fu Si has already leaned over and replied: "I have the idea of ​​asking Tang Li. The steamed eggs with clams and spring cakes are all ordered for Tang Li. If you don't believe me, I will show you the list."

   This report caused a burst of laughter from behind the screen.

   Fu Si rolled his eyes and whispered: "The bad taste of a group of middle-aged and old men is also due to my uncle's extraordinary strength. If you were me, the backhand would be a gas tank!"

   (end of this chapter)