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Chapter 243 Do you really know what ¡®like¡¯ is?

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    The girl's cold hands gently touched the man's generous palm, and then she grasped a few of his fingers: "Other people's godfathers are all in business, and they can't be compared with mine. You have become my godfather, and others will definitely  Don¡¯t dare to sneak up on me, even Li Wenyan can¡¯t do anything to me.¡±

    Her tone revealed a bit of self-satisfaction.

    It seems that I have really thought of a good idea.

    Song Boyan let her hold his left hand and felt the coolness in his palm. He slightly tightened his fingers and squeezed her little hand: "Are you so anxious to find a supporter for yourself?"

    "Then do you agree?" Tang Li raised her head. The lights under the eaves were dim. In her sight, the man's handsome features were hidden behind the thin smoke. She watched him slowly light up the cigarette ashes: "For such a big daughter, I'm afraid  Not so lucky."

    ¡°¡­Don¡¯t you really like me?¡±

    Tang Li couldn't help but speak.

    Song Boyan stopped tapping the cigarette ashes with his thumb, and then smiled: "You can already see what I'm thinking in my heart?"

    "I didn't see it, you did it yourself." Tang Li's cheeks turned red, but his consciousness became clearer and clearer: "If you don't like me, why did you help me pay the sponsorship fee? You asked Ji Ming to give me an umbrella  , you even applied medicine to me in the car, I was attacked on the forum, and it was Ji Ming who called the Public Security Bureau, and you asked the school to help me change dormitories, and you always lent me your own suit."

    "It's like a psychology teacher who keeps giving me ideological lessons. He is afraid that I will grow crooked and Li Wenyan wants to give me to someone else. You said you would talk to him, but you are not who I am. How can you stand to talk to him about my marriage?  ?

    I wanted to get close to Qin Yansheng, which made Li Shengxia feel uncomfortable. As soon as you found out, you came to me for a meal. You said it was a meal, but in fact you were giving me psychological counseling.

    I went to find you, and you let me stay the night at Yunqi Villa. Also at the Li family birthday party, the young novice monk in the temple told me that you asked him not to wake me up every morning.  "

    Song Boyan¡¯s smile faded.

    Tang Li added: "I have made it very clear. You still treat me like a child, but you are so good to me. Apart from the fact that you like my mother, I can't think of any other reason. So, together with Aiwujiwu,  You see me like you see your own daughter.¡±

    At this point, she slowly let out a breath: "I have just figured it out. If you really like my mother, I can understand. My mother is indeed good-looking. She doesn't know anything my grandpa did before.  She always thought that my grandfather was in the jade business."

    Even though she was extremely unwilling to admit it, she didn't want to lie to herself anymore: "You care so much about someone who has nothing to do with you, and your brain wasn't damaged by the door. In fact, I should have discovered it earlier. Your dog also barks."  Ah Xi, you still have a red rope, the one I have was made by my mother, although I can no longer remember the pattern weaving method, if it is a coincidence, if there are too many coincidences, it will become a fact."

    Tang Li lowered his head and continued: "She is kind and knowledgeable. It is not unbelievable that you like her. If it were me, I would also like her."

    Song Boyan did not answer these words and just asked her: "At such a young age, do you really know what 'like' is?"

    ¡ª¡ªHow could you not know?

    She is not really only nineteen years old.

    Withdrawing his hand, Tang Li looked away and looked into the distance with a dazed expression: "I don't know, I thought I knew, but in the end, I found out that I was all self-righteous."

    No matter it was in her previous life or now, she always seems to be wrong emotionally.

    "It's okay if you don't want to be my godfather. Coercion is not sweet, and I'm not the kind of person who likes bullies to take the bait."

    After finishing speaking, Tang Li stood up, walked back slowly with his hands behind his back, and then looked at Song Baiyan with a smile: "I will grow up with a healthy life. Even if you can't be my godfather, you can still be considered an uncle. You are so kind."  , it¡¯s a pity that my mother didn¡¯t meet you a few years earlier.¡±

    Song Boyan raised his eyes and stared at her deeply, without saying a word to refute.

    ¡°This time, it¡¯s really good night.¡±

    Tang Li returned to the door of his house, stretched out his hand to pull the door open, and looked at Song Boyan again: "Get some rest early, Uncle Song."

    After saying that, she closed the door with a "squeak".

    Turning around and leaning against the door panel, Tang Li felt that the courage inspired by the can of beer had faded away.

    She was not drunk and knew exactly what she was talking about.

    Recalling the scene of Song Boyan hugging her by the campfire, her heart still felt warm.

    In fact, this is also very good, instead of sharing it as if it is forced.

    In the next two days, ?Li spent most of her time chanting sutras and praying for Tang Yin. Even though she lived in the same courtyard, she rarely met Song Boyan.

    Only on the evening of the second day, when I passed by the host's courtyard, I saw Song Boyan and the old host sitting at the stone table playing chess.

    But she had the good sense not to go in and disturb him.

    After Tang Li left, the old host suddenly raised his head, glanced at the entrance of the courtyard, and then said: "This time the Finance Minister went up the mountain, he was no longer as focused as before."

    Song Boyan put down a chess piece and smiled lightly: "It's just a mediocre person disturbing himself."

    "All conditioned dharma is the combination of causes and conditions. Dependencies arise from time to time, and conditions cease to exist. It's nothing more than this." The old abbot's experienced voice was like a Buddhist verse: "If two people can be happy with each other, that would be the best.  "

    Looking at the layout on the chessboard, this time, the [general] between Song Boyan¡¯s fingers has not yet fallen.

    The next morning, Tang Li took Song Baiyan's special car back to the capital.

    When the car approached the gate of the Art Institute, Tang Li asked the driver to stop: "I can walk in by myself on the way back to the dormitory."

    At this time, the school was full of people, and she didn¡¯t want to be too conspicuous.

    After getting out of the car, Tang Li stepped aside.

    After watching the car drive away, she entered the school.

    Tang Li had already spoken to Wu Xuehan on the phone and learned that Wu Xuehan and Yu Sui were still in class, and because it was not time for lunch, she went back to Wentan Garden first.

    As soon as he reached the uphill road, Tang Li's footsteps stopped in place.

    Ahead, at the gate of Wentan Garden, there is a white Audi car parked under the trees on the roadside.

    There was a young man leaning against the driver's door. He was wearing a peacock blue coat, black trousers and a white shirt, which made him tall and handsome. There were already several cigarette butts beside the tires of the car. He seemed to be thinking about something.  , the whole person seemed a little absent-minded.

    The sun was shining brightly, but Tang Li¡¯s arms were covered in tiny particles.

    There seemed to be an endless chill coming over my face.

    In this life, when she saw Han Jifeng again, she only felt a dull pain in her temples.

    The feeling of being on the verge of death made her unwilling to take another step forward.

    Tang Li didn't know how she walked back. When she regained consciousness, she was already standing at the crossroads outside the teaching building, looking at the students coming and going. What lingered in her mind was how she was shot and fell to the ground in her previous life.  That scene.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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