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But it was only for a moment.
Afterwards, Song Boyan¡¯s hand didn¡¯t move again.
Tang Li's heart was beating loudly, and her mind was a little dazed, as if she was suddenly frightened. Before she could react, Song Boyan hugged her and taught her: "There are some things you should not say to men casually."
Gao Wenlan came downstairs and planned to take a facial mask from the refrigerator. Before she could reach the door, she spotted two overlapping black shadows on the kitchen door from a distance.
Gao Wenlan¡¯s first reaction was that there was a thief in the house.
For a moment, she felt it was impossible.
I just thought it was a mistake of my own eyes, and I mistakenly mistook the things placed there by the housekeeping aunt for people.
Just at this moment, the girl¡¯s soft voice came: ¡°There are some things you should not say to women.¡±
Gao Wenlan heard that it was Tang Li.
She thought Tang Li was on the phone and didn't think Tang Li would bring a stranger to Wang's house. After all, the compound was well guarded.
"Especially the words 'you're still young'," Tang Li said again: "We girls also attach great importance to size."
Another voice sounded after Tang Li: "Knowing that you are a girl, you should pay more attention to your words."
In an instant, Gao Wenlan stopped walking.
The man¡¯s generous voice was no stranger to her.
Song Boyan is a person in his thirties, whether it is his deep voice or his tone of voice, it is not something that ordinary people can imitate if they want to.
Tang Li's soft voice came again: "Then hold her for a while longer."
Gao Wenlan looked at the kitchen door, and sure enough the two black shadows moved.
Such intimacy in the middle of the night is not something ordinary elders and juniors should have.
Having lived for most of her life, how could Gao Wenlan not understand this.
Although she tried to think of the elders and juniors meeting and chatting in the kitchen for a while, the conversation between men and women who were a little bit like that was definitely different from ordinary people.
Gao Wenlan didn't go any further and turned back upstairs.
In the bedroom, Wang Yangming was reading textbooks on the bed wearing glasses. When he saw his wife coming in, he turned around and closed the door. He raised his head and asked, "In a panic, didn't you say you were going to get a facial mask?"
Gao Wenlan sat on the bed: "Guess what I saw in the kitchen?"
¡°If she hadn¡¯t seen and heard it with her own eyes, she would never have imagined that her favorite goddaughter was having an affair with Song Boyan.
Fortunately, she and Lao Wang thought that Tang Li was a junior related to the Song family.
But, in which parent would the grown-up junior be so coquettish and pester the elder to ask for a hug?
After all, there are differences between men and women, they are no longer just a few years old.
"It's Bai Yan and Xiao Tang." Gao Wenlan didn't hide it from her husband: "They were hugging each other in the kitchen. It's not like an uncle-nephew relationship, more like -"
She couldn't say the word "lover".
Wang Yangming paused while turning the pages of the book.
Gao Wenlan couldn't help but said: "At the dinner table, I didn't see anything between the two of them. I couldn't just arrange for them to live next door and leave it like that? Things like relationships don't heat up so quickly, Xiao Tang That girl, I know she took the initiative, but there is a big age difference between her and Bai Yan, so this is not good."
With that said, she stood up again: "If something happens, it doesn't matter if Bai Yan is a boy. That girl is not old, so she should still pay attention."
Wang Yangming stopped his wife: "Why are you going?"
Knowing that Gao Wenlan planned to go outside to make some noise, Wang Yangming took off his glasses: "We are all adults, aren't you annoying?"
"It's not a matter of adulthood, I'm afraid that Xiao Tang will suffer a loss." (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com