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Tang Li didn¡¯t know that Li Wenyan was sending Mrs. Li to stay with Li Shengxia. After she killed the fifth mosquito, a black Maybach also parked outside the pavilion.
The rear window was lowered, and Song Boyan was sitting inside.
There was no need for Ji Ming to get out of the car to invite him, Tang Li ran forward by himself.
Open the rear door and bend down to get in.
Song Boyan stayed upstairs for a while longer than Tang Li expected. In previous words, it took about two cups of tea.
When she got into the car, the soundproof panels on the front and rear seats were also raised.
"Bitten by a mosquito?" Tang Li was about to ask what Li Wenyan said, but Song Boyan's voice came first.
Hearing this, Tang Li lowered his eyes and looked at his legs.
As expected, there were two small red patches on the outside of my right thigh.
I didn¡¯t feel it at first, but after being reminded like this, I started to feel itchy.
Tang Li scratched it twice with his hand, then turned his head back, "Did he mention the senatorial election?"
Looking at her anti-thief expression, Song Boyan had a smile on his face. He rolled up his shirt sleeve and leaned on the leather cup holder in the center, "Your father is a smart man. Smart people tend to think too much. When you think about something, the more you think about it, the easier it is to miss an opportunity.¡±
Tang Li understood: "So, he didn't have time to mention it?"
"Are you so happy?" Song Boyan asked.
"" People like Li Wenyan regard official career as important as life. When Song Boyan comes to him, it's like a cooked duck being brought into his hand. However, he can only look at it but not eat it, which is enough to make people vomit to death. .
Tang Li put away his gloating: "I just think the moon is a little round tonight."
Song Boyan leaned on the seat and looked at her with a smile for a while, and then said: "He said that he didn't add insult to injury, and his tail was almost raised to the sky."
"No." Tang Li said while scratching his right leg.
Song Boyan: ¡°Are you itchy?¡±
"A little bit." She was the one who applied the drops, and she was the one who was bitten now. She felt like her face was going to be swollen: "When you get home, just put some salt on it."
In fact, saliva can also cure mosquito bites.
Tang Li glanced at Song Boyan and swallowed his saliva silently.
The next second, his right leg was covered with heavy heat.
At the red patch from the mosquito bite, a rough feeling replaced the itching.
Tang Li turned her gaze and saw Song Boyan's left hand and the titanium steel watch. Because the thumb pad rubbed a small lump, the muscles and bones on the back of the hand were faintly bulging. The roughness of the finger pads and palm also reminded her that this The hand is used to hold a gun all year round.
Now, Song Boyan is using those gun cocoons to help her relieve the itching.
This kind of intimacy is also familiar to Tang Li.
And she knew that Song Boyan would still tickle her in ten or twenty years.
By that time, Song Boyan was an old man with white temples. As for her, she was still a fashionable middle-aged aunt. In order to prevent her from climbing the wall and survive the crisis of old age safely, Song Boyan had to pamper her and tickle her like this every day, otherwise , she asked Xiaoxianrou to dance in the square together.
"Are you feeling better now?"
"Yeah." Tang Li nodded.
Seeing that Song Boyan was about to stop, she changed her words: "Actually, it's still a little itchy."
As he spoke, he held the seat back with both hands and his right leg was raised.
Seeing her enjoying her posture, Song Boyan found it funny. He didn¡¯t touch the bump with his hands and only covered her thin white legs. ¡°You still have to wear long pants when going out at night to avoid being bitten by mosquitoes.¡±
Tang Li said: "You look better if you show your legs. This is what young people wear now."