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Chapter 866 I can¡¯t stay here?

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    Tang Li turned his head when he heard the sound.

    Seeing Song Boyan, she put the bouquet of flowers back on the dining table and asked in a subtle way: "I like it very much, but I don't know who it is for."

    Song Boyan stopped at the dining table and looked at her fair and pretty little face. A subtle smile flashed in his eyes. He reached out to the dining table with his right hand and took out a rose from the bouquet.

    When Song Boyan picked up a rose, Tang Li's attention fell on his hand.

    The man¡¯s hands are very big and have well-defined joints.

    Make her feel warm and at ease.

    Song Boyan turned his head and moved his deep gaze from the bouquet of roses to Tang Li: "In the entire villa, it's my birthday today. Is there anyone else who deserves this bouquet of flowers?"

    Tang Li slightly curved his lips, and then asked: "You mean, if I don't celebrate my birthday, I don't deserve to receive roses today, right?"

    At this moment, Ji Ming came in carrying a cardboard box.

    ¡ª¡ªIt¡¯s a cake sent from the bakery.

    The moment he walked in, he saw his husband showing a rare cheerfulness.

    Song Boyan was not displeased when he heard Tang Li's secretly "finding trouble". On the contrary, there was a smile on his face and at the corners of his mouth. The rose in his hand was broken, and he kept it away from Tang Li's ears. Then he said:  "Wearing this flower makes you look more like Audrey Hepburn."

    To other men, this sentence might be a polite compliment, but when Song Boyan said it, to Tang Li's ears, it sounded like serious sweet talk.

    Therefore, even though she felt that wearing flowers like this was a bit "tacky", she did not expose it to her face: "Isn't it Marilyn Monroe?"

    ¡°Like Marilyn Monroe?¡±

    "No, I like Sophie Marceau."

    With that said, Tang Li changed his subject: "Since you like Audrey Hepburn, then I will be Audrey Hepburn for a day."

    Song Boyan just laughed after hearing this.

    When Ji Ming brought the cake over, Tang Li looked at Song Boyan: "I forgot to tell you that I have already bought the cake."

    Song Boyan asked Ji Ming to send the cake to the kitchen, and his eyes fell back on her face, more doting: "I can celebrate my birthday again tomorrow morning."

    "Will you stay at the villa tonight?"

    Song Boyan: ¡°I can¡¯t stay here?¡±

    "This is your residence, of course you can stay overnight if you want."

    Seeing her flattering look, Song Boyan smiled slightly.

    After finishing speaking, Ji Ming also came out of the kitchen.

    Song Boyan had no other instructions and asked Ji Ming to go down and rest.

    After Ji Ming left, Tang Li reached out and took Song Boyan's arm through his shirt: "Sit down first. I've made spaghetti. You can help me taste it."

    Song Boyan sat down on the chair cooperatively.

    Watching her run into the kitchen and come out with a plate of pasta in her hand.

    "This is my first time cooking Western food, and I would like to ask you to support me."

    Her words were a bit naughty, with a hint of expectation.

    It¡¯s just that when it comes to greasy pasta, an expert can tell at a glance that there¡¯s too much seasoning.

    Since it is the first time, it is inevitable to encourage more.

    When the chef came out, he found that Song Boyan had already picked up the fork. He wanted to stop him, but due to the presence of Tang Li, he didn't know how to remind him. In the end, he could only watch his husband eat the mouthful of spaghetti.

    "How is the taste?"

    Tang Li made the noodles and Song Boyan came back. She hadn't tried it yet.

    At this moment, she took the fork and planned to taste it.

    Who knows, Song Boyan held her wrist: "Ask the servant to make another serving for you. On your birthday, there is no reason to share the pasta."

    "You can't even taste one?" Tang Li asked.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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