Chapter 990 Is This a Honeymoon?

Tang Li was not idle.

As the words fell, he picked up the plate of fruit again.

This time, Song Boyan didn't answer.

After wiping his hands, he put the towel back on the table, then turned his head to look at Tang Li, put a ball on his head, and held a Japanese-style hand-painted ceramic plate in both hands, like a sweet trap, waiting for a wisher to take the bait.

Tang Li thought about it.

If Song Boyan reached out for the porcelain plate, she would pick up a piece of pineapple with a bamboo skewer, bypass his hand, and bring the fruit directly to his mouth.

She was not allowed to "serve" because she was uncomfortable.

This was exactly the effect she wanted.

The self just now was not placed in such a situation.

Tang Li's little thought didn't hide it deeply, and Song Boyan saw the bottom with just one glance.

It's just the way of a child's temperament.

As it was then.

Not to expose, but not as she wished.

"Did you not look in the mirror when you tied your hair?"

The topic changed suddenly, and Tang Li was a little caught off guard.

But she reacted quickly.

—— Freeing up his right hand, he touched his ear subconsciously.

However, no loose strands of hair were caught.

Just as he was about to move his hand to his neck, the chair under him was dragged.

The distance dragged out was only a few centimeters, but it brought her closer to Song Boyan.

Song Boyan's left hand holding the back of the chair did not withdraw immediately. From Tang Li's point of view, he seemed to be surrounded by a man's arm and the dining table.

At this moment, only one thought flashed in Tang Li's mind—

There is a huge difference in strength between men and women.

If it was her to drag Song Boyan's chair, she was afraid that she would not be able to drag it with all her strength.

But the question is, why did she drag the chair Song Boyan was sitting on?

Just as her thoughts were flying around, a slight touch hit the back of her right neck, and a man's smiling voice sounded in her ear: "You don't even notice when such a bunch of hair falls (la)?"

Tang Li lowered his head and saw the hair in Song Boyan's left palm.

Her attention was more on that hand.

The metacarpal bones are wide, each stripe has a different path, and the ravines of different depths are like extending mountains, but also like a person's thoughts, long and deep.

And the blue silk between the falling and the mountains did not weaken that courage in the slightest.

On the contrary, it adds a sense of dependence.

In the living room that Yu Guang swept away, Song Jingtian had disappeared, only the watermelon rind on a coffee table remained.

As for Aunt Wu, she stayed in the kitchen the whole time.

Tang Li's upper body suddenly leaned forward, leaned over, and kissed Song Boyan on the cheek.

A little bit of water.

A little mischievous, and a little cute.

"It must be very tiring to travel around and investigate."

As soon as he finished speaking, his left hand, which was casually placed beside the chair, was grasped.

Song Boyan's palms were warm and wet with a towel. It was not the first time to hold hands, but seeing a man wrapping his five fingers around him, especially when he held it so simply, without further action, it seemed ordinary. The physical contact made Tang Li feel a little embarrassed.

"'The Most Dazzling She' airs this Saturday."

In the end, it was Tang Li who spoke first.

"The previous weekly drama was cut by two episodes. It just happened that our drama passed the trial, so we just moved it up."

Song Boyan squeezed her fingertips lightly: "When the drama airs, in addition to the crew, we have to run publicity announcements, and it is estimated that we will not be idle for a long time."

Tang Li did not expect that Song Boyan actually knew about the publicity announcement.

"There will be various announcement arrangements." She nodded and explained: "The most announcements should be variety shows. As for whether to go or not, the company will screen."

"When the filming is over, do you want to go where to play?"

Tang Li went on vacation abroad to relax her habit before finishing her career. However, when she heard Song Boyan ask this question, she had a certain guess in her heart, but she said, "Even if I want to go out to play, you can't accompany me."

"If you're with me, it's not easy to go abroad."

"..."

Tang Li looked up.

Meeting her suspicious gaze, Song Boyan smiled: "Don't want to go out with me?"

"No." Tang Li denied.

That little joy had not yet formed, and she thought of the busy work of Tangong: "I will be able to finish the work in another month, and there will be an autumn typhoon in October. If there is a disaster like this time in some areas, and the president is on vacation, it will be known. , is the influence bad?"

Song Boyan's answer reassured her.

It's a long time ago, when typhoons hit with few casualties.

For example, in Qingyang this time, there is a weather warning ahead of time, and the people and livestock are in good condition. However, it is unavoidable that coastal dwellings, farmland and infrastructure will be damaged.

"Even if there is a serious disaster, there will be local leaders who will bear it first."

As long as the president is still at home, the delay is not going anywhere.

Realizing this, Tang Li raised the corners of his lips and threw forward, wrapping his arms around Song Boyan's shoulders.

The hug came a little suddenly.

In order to avoid too much momentum, Song Boyan supported her small body in time.

"Is this a honeymoon?"

Tang Li asked.

The little girl didn't hide the excitement in her words, and Song Boyan also had a smile on his face, stroking her back with his hand, "It's okay for now, and I'll make it up again in the future."

"It doesn't matter if you don't make up." The girl raised her head: "I'm not the kind of person who pays attention to form. As long as I can see you, I can stay at home every day."

"Face me every day, are you not afraid of getting bored?"

"would not."

Saying that, he buried his face into Song Boyan's shoulder and neck again, "As long as you don't dislike me, it's fine."

It didn't take long for Tang Li to be reminded to mess up his hair.

When she straightened her bangs, the back of her head became more and more broken.

Do you want Mr. Song to tie his hair?

A. Think (star eyes); B. Can he do it? (2333... ruthless ridicule)