He Is Warmer Than Time

Mrs. Tang didn't stay for a long time, so she only gave a few words of comfort, and then walked out with a triumphant smile.

Looking at Mrs. Tang's back, Tang Qingru's eyes were a little deep.

Outside the mansion, Mrs. Tang got into the car and said to Mother Shen on the side: "Find a free time and tell the girl that her father killed her mother by himself and see how that girl feels."

"Understood, ma'am."

In the study, Aunt Zhou walked in. Tang Qingru was still drinking. Aunt Zhou whispered: "Sir, please be so sorry. Drinking too much alcohol hurts your body."

Tang Qingru didn't speak, but waved his hand: "You go and arrange to enter Beijing. Bring fewer people. You need to be low-key when you enter Beijing. Choose and bring some reliable people."

Aunt Zhou nodded: "Sir, I understand."

"Well, go ahead."

Tang Qingru was the only one left in the study. He pinched the cigarette and walked to the window, looking at the deep night outside the window with deep eyes.

At Sinan Mansion, Mrs. Tang stopped by to take a look at her dear grandson. It was the end of the year. The procuratorate was busy and had many meals. Tang Ji'an came back at nine o'clock.

Mrs. Tang really felt sorry for this grandson, and she devoted the most love. She frowned and said, "Aren't you the vice president? Why are you so busy? Can you keep the people below busy with unimportant things? "

Tang Ji'an said indifferently: "I am young, does grandma want me to be lazy?"

Mrs. Tang glanced at him: "That's it. Your father will go to Beijing to take office the day after tomorrow. Aunt Zhou will also go to Kyoto with him. No one will take care of you here. Or, I will let Shen Mom comes over to clean you every day and cook for you again? Shen's mother doesn't live here. Every day I ask the driver to drive her over without disturbing you. What do you think?"

Tang Ji'an raised his eyes: "Oh, no, my father has arranged for me to clean and cook the auntie. Shen's mother is getting older, so she doesn't need to run back and forth."

Mrs. Tang's face sank: "Is your father so caring about you?"

Tang Ji'an looked two-way impatient: "Grandma, my procuratorate's affairs are very busy, and I have to deal with affairs at night. If you are okay, let's go first."

Mrs. Tang snorted: "Okay, don't disturb my dear grandson's work, I'm leaving now. If your father's newly appointed person is not going well, just tell me, you know?"

"I know." Tang Ji'an didn't look up, looking at the file in his hand.

Mrs. Tang was also acquainted, so she got up and left.

When the door was closed, Tang Ji'an raised his eyes, then picked up the phone on the side and dialed out: "Well, Aunt Zhou, after you are gone, arrange for someone to come over and continue cleaning and cooking. You can pick one person."

"I've chosen it for you a long time ago, and I will show it to you tomorrow. Even the grandson, you also know."

"Well, aunt grandson is fine. If my grandma asks, it will be assigned by my father, you know?"

"I know."

The old lady doesn't like to be advocating by others. Although she has worked in the Tang family for decades, she is still a servant in the eyes of the old lady. She has robbed the old lady of Tang's care for the young master. Can the old lady not regard her as a thorn in the eye?

In the Song family house, Song Xuan, who was more than four months pregnant, is already slightly pregnant, and her morning sickness is almost gone. Anyway, Wu Ma makes soup for Song Xuan in a different way every day.