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

  Chapter 532 Regardless of life, old age, sickness or death, he will never leave Mr. Song

  Big Ben and the London Eye are both near the Thames, separated by a bridge distance.

  Song Boyan had been to the UK a few years ago, but he never had the leisure to travel. Now, with Tang Li, he enjoyed the night view of the Thames River.

  On the bridge, Tang Li looked at the Ferris wheel in front of him - the London Eye.

   She handed the phone to Mr. Song.

   "Take a picture for me."

  Song Boyan took over the IphoneX.

  Tang Li stood on the edge of the bridge, looking at the man who raised his mobile phone to take a picture of himself, with a smile on his face, when Song Boyan pressed the shooting button, she ran over immediately to see the effect of the photo.

   She found out that Song Boyan had turned on the flash.

   So, the photo is not just pitch black.

  Tang Li realized again that Mr. Song knows a lot, even the small details of turning on the flash when taking pictures at night.

   Then she took Song Boyan's arm and raised her phone to take a selfie.

   In the photo, the light is dim, and in addition to herself, there are Mr. Song's arms and shirt.

  Tang Li explained: "If the phone is lost and others see this photo, they won't know who I am pulling."

   Listening to her cunning remarks, Song Boyan smiled: "If this intelligence is on the right path, I don't have to worry about doing bad things."

  Tang Li climbed up the pole: "Students are smart, and teachers teach them."

   At this moment, several people approached.

  Tang Li turned his eyes from them to Song Boyan and urged, "Put on your mask quickly, it will be troublesome to be recognized."

   After saying that, he stretched his right hand to the man's trousers pocket.

   A small hand was groping inside, and Song Boyan took advantage of the situation to pull people over, and happened to have his back to those pedestrians.

   is not a local, which inevitably attracts a curious look.

  Tang Li stayed in Song Boyan's arms and didn't move, and didn't make a sound. When the pedestrian approached, he subconsciously wrapped his hands around Song Boyan's waist, and then the back of her head was pressed against the man's shoulder.

   On the Thames, the night wind is blowing.

  Song Boyan's voice came from above her head: "I came to London myself, how many days are you going to stay here?"

   "Three days later, I had already booked my return flight ticket. The "Phoenix Princess" crew offered me a high salary. After thinking about it, I decided to go back and finish filming the rest of the scenes."

   "Apart from what you said in the car, where else do you want to go?"

  Tang Li thought for a while and said, "Can I go to St. Paul's Cathedral?"

   Around six in the morning, Tang Li entered St. Paul's Cathedral as she wished. She was a little curious. It was clearly stated in the guide that the church would not open until 8:30 in the morning.

   Immediately, she understood.

   must be Song Boyan doing something.

  The gorgeous interior scene of the church, she walked inside, turned around again, and found Song Boyan sitting on a wooden chair, one long leg folded on the other, just looking at herself in a leisurely manner.

  Tang Li withdrew his gaze and continued to walk around the corridor.

  Song Boyan saw the Bible on the chair and picked it up to read it.

   After a while, the footsteps sounded from far to near.

   As soon as he looked up, the girl was already squatting beside him.

Tang Li put the white gauze she found on her head. She pressed her right hand on the Bible and closed her eyes. The girl's voice slowly echoed in the church: "From now on, whether poor or rich, Whether the environment is good or bad, health or disease, success or failure. I will support Mr. Song, love Mr. Song, share weal and woe with Mr. Song, and work together to create a healthy and happy family until the day I die."

If Tang Xiaoli goes to the general election, it will definitely be twenty or thirty years later, when she is forty or fifty years old. Don't think too fanciful, thinking that she can be elected at the age of thirty. That is impossible. In reality, there are many outstanding women who have dozens of lives Years, if you keep learning to enrich yourself, nothing is impossible. Before a certain US president became president, his family repaired shoes, so hard work is the most important thing.

   (end of this chapter)