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Chapter 83 Get Song Boyan¡¯s private number

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    Hearing this, Tang Li paused in grabbing the bag chain.

    She turned around and asked Fu Si: "Is your uncle really the Minister of Finance?"

    Fu Si¡¯s suspicious eyes fell on her, and he asked instead, ¡°How do you know?¡±

    "I went to the administration building last week to do errands, and I heard other girls mention it." Tang Li paused, and then spoke again: "They said you were bragging in the principal's office, but I don't believe it. If your uncle is really the finance minister,  You should go to Shoei, not a school like ours."

    "Who is bragging!" Fu Si hated it when others questioned him, so he immediately retorted: "My uncle is Song Boyan, and he came to school last week because of me."

    "This is not convincing." Tang Li said.

    As he said that, he raised his middle finger at Fu Si.

    When he leaned over, Tang Li told him in a low voice: "Actually, my father is a member of Congress."

    Wu Xuehan has already come over: "Then can my father be the president?"

    A certain big boy felt like he was being laughed at by the crowd.

    These ignorant humans!

    "Song Boyan and Finance Minister Song are my uncles, believe it or not!"

    "Oh." Wu Xuehan returned to her seat.

    Fu Si: ""

    Tang Li also turned around and leaned against the back of his chair to check the messages on his phone, obviously not planning to continue messing around with him.

    Growing up, this was the first time my origin was questioned.

    With his self-esteem severely hit, Fu Si stretched out his hand, pulled Tang Li's ponytail and complained: "I don't bother lying, but your attitude is an insult to my personality and a trampling on my dignity!"

    After saving her hair from his hands, Tang Li said, "Then you prove it to us."

    "What does it prove?"

    "Prove that your uncle is Song Boyan."

    Tang Li paused for a moment and then said: "Of course, it doesn't matter if you don't want to prove it."

    Fu Si asked: "How can we prove it?"

    "Give me your phone." Tang Li stretched out his hand.

    "Why do you need a mobile phone?"

    Although he said this, he still took out his mobile phone and handed it over.

    Tang Li took the phone and turned to the address book, then kept scrolling down. In the column marked by "j", she saw Ji Ming's name and skipped it. Finally, her finger stopped on the contact "Uncle".

    Click to open, in addition to the landline number, there is also a mobile phone number.

    Tang Li¡¯s eyes were fixed on the 11 Arabic numerals.

    "This is my uncle's private number." Fu Si's voice rang in her ears: "Not many people know it. On weekdays, if it's not particularly important, I always contact Lao Ji next to him."

    After closing the address book, Tang Li returned the phone to him: "I believe you for now."

    "What do you mean 'temporarily'?" The big bear boy was angry, and the consequences were very serious. He quickly poked the screen with his finger, and then put the phone in front of Tang Li: "Open your eyes and see clearly, my uncle's photo is in his private residence."  Photographed by Di!"

    In the photo, Song Boyan is sitting on the tatami.

    In front of him is a chessboard.

    The chess pieces of the national flag chess are scattered here and there.

    The curtains behind him were half open, and the setting sun filtered in through the window.

    Song Boyan was wearing a smoky gray shirt, with the sleeves rolled up habitually, two buttons unbuttoned at the collar, black trousers and dark cotton socks, both of which were dull colors, but they did not look rigid when worn on him, but gave him a calm and unhurried demeanor.

    Opposite him, lying on his back was a Tibetan Mastiff wrapped in gold.

    This kind of picture is quiet and leisurely, and it also reveals a bit of Zen.

    Afterwards, Tang Li looked away from the photo: "Photos taken secretly do not count."

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