Chapter 83： Get Song Boyan's private number

Chapter 83 Get Song Boyan's Private Number

Hearing the words, Tang Li's action to draw the bag chain paused.

She turned her head and asked Fu Si, "Is your uncle really the Minister of Finance?"

Fu Si's suspicious eyes fell on her, and he asked, "How do you know?"

"I went to the administrative building last week and heard other girls mention it." Tang Li paused, then said, "They said you were bragging in the principal's office, but I don't believe it either. If your uncle is really the finance minister, You should go to the first movie, not a school like ours."

"Who is bragging!" Fu Si hated others to question him the most, and immediately retorted: "My uncle is Song Boyan, and he came to school last week for my business."

"This is not convincing." Tang Li said.

said, Chong Fu Si hooked his middle finger.

When he put his ear to his ear, Tang Li whispered to him, "Actually, my father is a member of Congress."

Wu Xuehan has come over: "Then can my father be the president?"

A certain bear boy felt that he was being ridiculed by the group.

These ignorant humans!

"Song Boyan, Finance Minister Song is my uncle, believe it or not!"

"Oh." Wu Xuehan returned to his seat.

Fu Si: "…"

Tang Li also turned around, leaning on the back of his chair to check the news on his mobile phone, obviously not intending to continue nonsense with him.

From childhood to adulthood, his origin was questioned for the first time.

His self-esteem was severely hit, and Fu Si stretched out his hand and pulled Tang Li's ponytail to complain: "I am disdainful of lying, but your attitude is to humiliate my personality and trample on my dignity!"

Saved his hair from his hands, Tang Li said, "Then you can prove it to us."

“…Prove what?”

"Prove that your uncle is Song Boyan."

Tang Li paused for a while, then said, "Of course, it doesn't matter if you don't want to prove it."

Fu Si asked: "How to prove it."

"Give me your cell phone." Tang Li reached out.

"Why do you need a cell phone?"

Having said that, he still took out his phone and handed it over.

Tang Li took the phone and turned to the address book, then kept scrolling down. In the column marked with "J", she saw Ji Ming's name, skipped it, and finally put her finger on the contact "Uncle".

Click to open, in addition to the landline number, there is also a mobile phone number.

Tang Li's eyes were fixed on the 11 Arabic numerals.

"This is my uncle's private number." Fu Si's voice rang in her ear: "Not many people know. On weekdays, it's not particularly important. I always contact Lao Ji next to him."

Close the address book, Tang Li returned the phone to him: "Let's trust you for now."

"What is 'temporary'." The big bear boy was angry, and the consequences were serious. He quickly poked the screen with his finger, and put the phone in front of Tang Li: "Open your eyes and see clearly, my uncle's photo is in his private house. Di filmed!"

In the photo, Song Boyan is sitting on the tatami.

In front of him is a chessboard.

The flag chess pieces are scattered.

The curtains behind    were scattered and half-opened, and the setting sun came in through the window.

Song Boyan was wearing a smoky gray shirt, his sleeves were habitually rolled up, and two buttons were unbuttoned at the neckline. Black trousers and dark cotton socks were all dull colors, but they didn't look old-fashioned when they wore them on him. Instead, they had a calm demeanor.

Opposite him, lay a golden Tibetan mastiff covered in iron.

Such a picture is quiet and leisurely, and it also reveals a bit of Zen.

Afterwards, Tang Li looked away from the photo: "There are not many photos taken secretly."

"..." Fu Si.

Three shifts~

(end of this chapter)