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Chapter 1153: Everyone is hugging you, you can¡¯t escape even if you want to

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    Song Boyan hugged her and asked, "How do you plan to save me?"

    Tang Li noticed the progress of the movie on the wall with his eyes. He didn't want Song Boyan to see the heroine unbuttoning the hero's shirt. He raised his hands and covered Song Boyan's eyes. His fingertips were slightly cold: "You think for yourself."

    "Think for yourself, I'm afraid you won't think well."

    Song Boyan¡¯s voice was low: ¡°If you encounter this kind of situation, if you don¡¯t ask the Women¡¯s Federation for help, it¡¯s not a fairy dance.¡±

    Tang Li: ""

    "There's nothing you can do about the immortal dance." Tang Li simply changed the script on the spot: "Everyone has hugged you, and you can't escape even if you want to!"

    As the words fell, a hand was pulled down.

    Song Boyan squeezed her little hand and said, "Since you can't escape, you should find a place for yourself to retire in advance."

    ????????????????????????? This statement sounds like a slap in the face.

    But who told her to lower her standards so low?

    "Millionaire, these days, the public toilets in the Sixth Ring Road are more than this price.

    Tang Li suddenly discovered that according to the development of this script, it was not certain who would save whom.

    ¡°The millionaires in other people¡¯s movies were thirty years ago, and they were still measured in U.S. dollars. Now, they should be at the level of owning a building in the inner ring of the capital.

    ?? Or I was careless.

    Before changing settings, forget to refer to current prices.

    ¡°It¡¯s better to let a demolition household to save you than a ¡®millionaire¡¯.

    Tang Li said: "Suddenly I remembered that my hair hasn't been dried yet."

    This is preparation for a strike.

    Song Boyan obviously saw what she was thinking and refused to let her go: "As soon as I tell you that I want you to take care of yourself in old age, you don't want me as a millionaire?"

    "" Tang Li.

    She kicked the ball: "I am a vulnerable group, and it is difficult for me to beg for food."

    In order to get away, you have to blow a few rainbow farts: "In the future, if you go to the orphanage to carry out condolence activities, if you meet me, you can give me a box of milk. I will miss you forever."

    Song Boyan smiled slightly: "If you really miss me, you won't hide in the orphanage."

    Seeing that the "crime" of hating the poor and loving the rich was about to be proven, Tang Li resolutely overturned the script: "This movie only deceives little girls. How could a rich man fall in love with a street girl?"

    After she said this, Song Boyan also let go of his waist.

    "I'm going to change a movie." Tang Li said and went back to the imperial concubine's bed.

    When she used the remote control to select a movie, the water droplets on her hair slid across her collarbone. She was about to wipe it with a towel when Song Boyan entered the bathroom and came out again with a hair dryer in his hand.

    When the power is turned on, the warm wind blows on the cheeks.

    Tang Li was very cooperative and let Song Boyan dry his hair.

    When it was about 70% dry, Song Boyan turned off the hair dryer.

    Tang Li turned around and looked at Song Boyan, who was sitting beside the couch. At this time, Song Boyan was still mature, but more smoky. Even though he still had the image of a big parent, at this moment, he was just her parent.

    ¡°Still planning to watch a movie?¡±

    "Yeah." Tang Li responded verbally, but his attention was not on the wall.

    Song Boyan smiled and put away the hair dryer, "Young people can endure it, but I don't have your energy."

    Tang Li could hear Song Boyan's voice and he was not going to 'play nonsense' with her.

    Thinking about this, my cheeks turned red.

    Song Boyan supported her shoulders with his big hands, stood up, and warned: "This place faces the air-conditioning vent, so don't sit for too long. It will be the same when you look at the bed."

    When Song Boyan finished taking a bath, Tang Li was still on the imperial concubine's bed.

    What was different from before he entered the bathroom was that she rolled up the quilt on the couch

    At this moment, he is wrapped in a quilt.

    It looks like a small mountain.

    A cartoon is playing on the projector.

    Song Boyan charged his mobile phone, and the person on the bed also said: "I seem to have a fever."

    A few seconds later, the man touched her forehead with his big hand.

    "She must have caught a cold downstairs just now." Tang Li revealed a small face from the quilt: "I guess I need an infusion."

    Song Boyan¡¯s palms didn¡¯t feel hot to the touch, and when he saw that Tang Li¡¯s face was red and there was no faintness that belonged to a patient, he knew that this ¡®fever¡¯ had yet to be verified: ¡°He also watches cartoons, which means he is not completely burned out.¡±

    Tang Li: ""

    I don¡¯t have a fever, so I don¡¯t need to lose the ¡®missing you liquid¡¯.

    The result of a man being too smart is to ruin the romance she created.

      In other words, it is the gap caused by the times.

    Having been exposed, Tang Li stopped pretending to be sick. When Song Boyan asked if she was going to spend the night on the bed, she did not deny it. There was only one pillow left on the bed, so it must be difficult to sleep. Song Boyan did not come to grab the quilt with her, but  Went to the cloakroom to get a blanket.

    In this way, everyone sleeps in his own way.

    Tang Li couldn't help but said: "The light in the cloakroom is not turned off."

    Song Boyan turned his head and saw that it was true.

    Watching Song Boyan enter the cloakroom, Tang Li opened the quilt and went down, took the blanket from the bed, stuffed it into his bed, and then crawled back himself.

    When Song Boyan came out again, there was only one pillow left on the bed.

    As for Tang Li, he was sitting cross-legged on the imperial concubine's couch just like the old monk had entered meditation.

    The blanket just disappeared.

    It is self-evident who hid it.

    Song Boyan didn¡¯t ask about the whereabouts of the blanket. He just walked to the bedside and adjusted the temperature of the central air conditioner. Tang Li didn¡¯t see clearly what temperature Song Boyan had adjusted to, but within half a minute, she felt hot under the quilt.

    The position where she sat was exactly facing the air outlet.

    Suddenly, the dry hot wind blew over my head and face.

    ? It will definitely not work if this continues.

    While Song Boyan went to the bathroom, Tang Li stayed down to adjust the temperature.

    As soon as my fingers touched the control panel, my vision went dark, and the entire master bedroom lost power.

    Tang Li: "" (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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