Rebirth: I Became Mr.President's Beloved-Chapter 1158: So What Line of Work Are You Planning Tonight?

Chapter 1158: Chapter 1158: So What Line of Work Are You Planning Tonight?

There are several things about her that Song Baiyan isn’t clear about.

The internet bureau is currently carrying out a net cleanup action, which seems a tiny bit coincidental.

Even though Song Baiyan is busy with official duties, approval documents for actions like cleaning up the online environment usually wouldn’t end up on his desk, but since it’s related to her, Song Baiyan inevitably inquires personally.

Receiving a negative answer, Tang Li didn’t continue to verify.

Some things don’t always need to be pursued to the very end.

She came to the first floor because of the kidnapping case.

However, what she wanted to know had already been told to her by He Wei.

Song Baiyan carried her directly toward the stairs.

"You’re done with work?" Tang Li asked.

If Song Baiyan still had work to do, she would go upstairs by herself, saving him the trip of coming back down after seeing her.

Her plan was easily seen through by Song Baiyan: "It’s already half-past ten, am I not allowed to go back to my room and rest?"

Listening to this playful remark, Tang Li wrapped her arms around Song Baiyan’s neck: "Then let’s go rest together."

Her soft words, without a doubt, stirred tender affection.

"In the future, once it’s night, just stay obediently upstairs."

This piece of advice made the mosquito bites on Tang Li’s arms and legs itch again.

As they turned at the landing, she finally spoke: "I can walk on my own."

Weighing nearly a hundred pounds herself, no matter how strong his arms are, carrying her all the way crosswise would be exhausting.

However, Song Baiyan didn’t put her down: "In a few years, who knows if I’ll still be able to carry you; I might as well carry you a little longer while I still have the strength."

Hearing this, Tang Li held onto Song Baiyan’s shoulders and neck even tighter.

Back in the bedroom, Tang Li went to take a shower first.

When she came out drying her hair, she found that Song Baiyan had turned on the room’s projector.

On the wall, a foreign movie was playing.

Tang Li had seen this film, it starred Julia Roberts, titled "Pretty Woman."

The film was about a dashing and charming wealthy businessman who goes to Los Angeles for business, gets lost, and develops a romance with a streetwalker.

She didn’t expect Song Baiyan to watch this kind of romance film.

In her understanding, Song Baiyan should like "Mank" or "Nomadland."

Surveying the bedroom without spotting Song Baiyan, she guessed he was in the walk-in closet, Tang Li sat on the Imperial Consort’s Couch and picked up the remote to slightly turn up the movie’s volume.

The film had reached the part where the heroine was lying on the floor drinking and watching TV.

Soon, there would be some indescribable content.

Just as Tang Li was about to fast-forward, Song Baiyan emerged from the walk-in closet.

Song Baiyan had already pulled off his belt, and his cufflinks were off too, leaving a white shirt with little adornment. As Tang Li glanced sideways, she missed the best chance to hit the fast-forward button.

In the movie, the male lead had already sat down on the sofa next to the female lead.

At that moment, he was propping up his chin, observing the heroine.

The aura reflected by the film was undeniably ambiguous.

Tang Li instinctively pressed down the hem of her robe with her hand. Song Baiyan only glanced at the movie for a moment, not lingering on it, and was just about to go freshen up when Tang Li got up, jumped from the Imperial Consort’s Couch to the big bed, barefoot with her calves exposed, and lunged straight at Song Baiyan.

The next second, she managed to land successfully.

Song Baiyan held her: "Is the movie not interesting?"

Tang Li replied: "You’re more interesting." 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

After speaking, her doe eyes eagerly looked at the man in front of her.

The white bathrobe on her was loose, her wet, enticing long hair hanging down. Though she was bare-faced, her youth made her skin flawless under the soft yellow light.

"Do you need room service?"

The various tricks of Tang Li were something Song Baiyan was already familiar with.

His large hand gently grasped the girl’s waist, "Director Xiao Tang has changed careers again."

Tang Li: "Is there anything wrong with holding multiple jobs?"

"What industry are you planning to engage in tonight then?"

Tang Li glanced at the wall, a pair of pale, slender arms slipping out of the bathrobe’s sleeves: "A woman of ill fate, waiting for a billionaire to save her."

"Without a billion, it looks like no one will be rescued."

This remark made Tang Li concede: "Then a millionaire."

In the projector’s light, she saw her own reflection in Song Baiyan’s eyes and caught the faint smile at the corner of Song Baiyan’s eyes before speaking again: "No less than that, or it will disrupt the market."