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Chapter 200 You are the first man to let me confess my feelings

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    After finishing the sentence, Tang Li pressed the send button.

    When Song Boyan received the text message, he was standing on the balcony of his bedroom smoking, and the exposure was heavy and frosty, but it did not make him feel much chill.

    In his ears, he seemed to still have the words Tang Li said before going upstairs.

    The girl¡¯s firm and shy eyes also penetrated deeply into his brain.

    A 19-year-old girl.

    When they first met, she was only 11 years old.

    At that time, he was already a 23-year-old adult man.

    The little girl with wheat-colored skin and bright smile gradually overlapped in his mind with Tang Li, who had medium-long hair shawl and was wearing a bathrobe tonight.

    Even though many years have passed, those clear and firm deer eyes have remained unchanged.

    Just like how she sat on the threshold with her chin in her hands.

    "I didn't ask you to hide the dagger. Anyway, I will definitely find it. Then I really won't return it to you. There is an unwritten rule in our village. Whoever finds it gets it."

    Some little scoundrels are equally persistent,

    If you like something, you will work hard to get it.

    Thinking that I have lived for almost thirty-two years, and now I am being chased by a little girl, I feel funny in my heart, but also a little helpless.

    When he returned to the bedroom, he found a new text message on his phone.

    Tang Li never received a reply, thinking that Song Boyan thought she was acting impulsively as a child again.

    Thinking like this, it is inevitable that frustration will arise in my heart.

    As a result, as soon as she lay down on the bed, her phone vibrated.

    ¡ª¡ªIt¡¯s a text message from Song Boyan.

    ¡¾Go to sleep and stop playing with your phone.  ¡¿

    Tang Li looked at the word "good boy" and couldn't help but raise the corners of her lips. It was a very common instruction, but she tasted it in a different way. It seemed that she was mostly helpless, but also indulgent.

    She was typing while holding her phone with both hands, and replied faster: "You too."

    This time, Song Boyan did not come back.

    Tang Li felt more at ease and put down his phone to sleep peacefully.

    However, later in the night, she experienced the dream where she and Han Jifeng were arguing again.

    In the dream, glasses and other porcelain were shattered on the floor. She saw herself smashing the remote control against the TV, and the LCD screen made a shattering sound. The nanny hid far away and did not dare to come close. Han Jifeng grabbed her hand and threw her away.  When he got to the sofa, he opened the door of the villa and went out, ignoring her eyes that were red from crying and her messy hair.

    Before Han Jifeng left, the cruel words he said lingered in her ears.

    "Tang Li, stop being like a crazy woman and take care of yourself. What I want to do is my business and it's not your turn to interfere!"

    When Tang Li woke up, it was already bright outside.

    Standing in front of the bathroom mirror, Tang Li looked at the red corners of his eyes, slightly absent-minded.

    In fact, even she disliked herself like that in her dream.

    Losing yourself and losing your reason.

    She was very afraid that she would look like that again in this life.

    Outside the house, a dog barked.

    Tang Li followed the sound and opened the window of the guest room, just in time to see the gold-clad Tibetan Mastiff jumping high, opening its mouth to catch the football thrown at it, then swinging its big fluffy tail, running back and forth on the large lawn, and finally  Send the ball back.

    Turning slightly sideways, she saw Song Boyan squatting under the tree.

    The Tibetan Mastiff circled happily around him. Song Boyan touched its head. Maybe it was tired from playing. The Tibetan Mastiff stuck out its tongue and slowly lay down next to Song Boyan.

    When Song Boyan stood up, the Tibetan Mastiff immediately followed him, fearing that he would be abandoned by his owner if he was slow.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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