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Chapter 509 Mr. Song¡¯s little moves under the table

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    After Xiao Minglan revealed her relationship with Song Boyan, and then sat at the same table to eat, Tang Li couldn't help but feel a little reluctant to let go.

    That day at the villa, my image was too frivolous.

    It¡¯s normal for Xiao Minglan to have opinions about her.

    During this meal, Tang Li fully implemented the fine tradition of "eating without speaking". Without even looking at Song Boyan, he picked up the rice bowl with his left hand and held the chopsticks with the other hand, eating only the two dishes under his nose.

    Tang Li¡¯s cautious manner as a young daughter-in-law when eating was naturally noticed by Xiao Minglan.

    ¡ª¡ªIt was as if she, an old man, had bullied her.

    Apart from anything else, he is still a child after all.

    Even though Tang Li was not what Xiao Minglan thought of as a standard daughter-in-law, she could not do anything more to please her son.

    Tang Li discovered that Song Boyan had no habit of drinking unless he was socializing outside.

    I have had dinner with him several times, and he basically doesn¡¯t drink. The only thing he can¡¯t do without is tea. When it comes to maintaining health, his addiction to cigarettes is relatively heavy. According to what Song Jingtian said before, Song Boyan is a smoker.

    Drinking is not allowed in the army, but smoking is not banned.

    Sometimes, smoking is also a way to relieve emotions.

    Tang Li suddenly thought about the issue of tobacco and alcohol because, as dinner was coming to an end, Song Boyan lit a cigarette and put it between his fingers. His finger joints were clearly defined, and the action of holding the cigarette together was a bit pleasing to the eye, especially in the dim light.  Down.

    The first floor of Tan Palace is a non-smoking area, including the second floor. Smoking is not allowed in the bedrooms and living rooms.

    It is conceivable that this may be the first cigarette Song Boyan smoked in the afternoon.

    Xiao Minglan knew that her son was addicted to cigarettes. Ever since he moved into Tan Palace, Song Boyan had been very restrained in smoking. He used to smoke about two packs a day, but now he can't smoke more than five or six cigarettes a day, so he didn't stop his son now.  Light a cigarette.

    Tang Li was sitting opposite and happened to smell the strong smell of smoke.

    It was discovered that Song Boyan was still smoking cigarettes. She was still holding chopsticks in her right hand. Under the dining table, she pressed her left foot against the heel of her right foot, letting her right foot break free from the shoe. Then she stretched her right foot over and rubbed against the man.  those trousers.

    Song Boyan noticed something and cast his deep eyes towards her.

    ¡ª¡ªI only saw Tang Li eating quietly with his head down.

    The rising smoke brought an eerie silence to the dining table. Song Boyan lowered his head and put the ashes into the plate. The left hand wearing the watch was no longer on the table.

    When his ankle was held, Tang Li felt the temperature on his face rising.

    She continued to eat, but her heart felt like it was being swept away by feathers.

    The man's rough thumbs rubbed her skin, and her feet without socks were placed on the man's thighs. Through the trousers, she felt the man's body temperature, which heated up her body.

    "My stomach hurts." Song Jingtian suddenly shouted.

    As he spoke, his little face was a little pale, and his chubby little hands were covering his belly: "I need to go to the toilet, I can't hold it in anymore."

    Tang Li has already taken his feet back.

    Song Jingtian jumped off the chair, turned around and farted.

    Tang Li, who was facing his butt: ""

    Seeing this, Xiao Minglan put down her chopsticks and took Song Jingtian to the bathroom.

    There were only two people left in the restaurant.

    "Aren't you poisoned?" Song Boyan spoke first.

    Meeting his interested eyes, Tang Li's face heated up and he pretended to cover his mouth and nose, then stood up and changed his position.

    Seeing her sitting over, Song Boyan pursed his lips and smiled: "You are so close, are you not afraid of second-hand smoke?" (Remember this website's website address: www.hlnovel.com
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