Chapter 1110

Aunt Zhou looked at the clock and cautiously said, "it should be here soon."

Just then, Tang Jian's voice sounded in the porch: "it's raining outside, aunt Zhou, you have to move the orchid grass in."

Aunt Zhou quickly smile to Tang Qing Confucianism: "say Cao Cao, Cao Cao will arrive."

Tang Jian went through the porch and went into the hall. He got out of the car without an umbrella. He had some rain on his shoulder. Aunt Zhou handed over a dry towel: "wipe it."

Tang Jian didn't pick up the towel. He went to the dining room and saw his father and Song ran.

He forced himself to keep calm and calm, but when he saw her, he still breathed disorderly.

Only he knows, only he knows.

When Tang Qingru looked at Song ran, his eyes were gentle and kind. Tang Ji'an sneered at him without any cover up and was not afraid of being seen by others.

When Tang Qingru looked at Tang Ji'an, he regained his composure in his eyes: "how come it's so late?"

Song ran touched his neck. Tang Jian arrived on time. It's not too late.

At that time, don Ji'an took a look at his chair at six and a half, even if he was late? Or is the time set by his father actually the time for song ran to arrive, so long as he comes later than song ran, he will be late? "

Tang Qingru squinted at him with deep eyes and no temperature. Usually, Tang Jian would not violate his father's authority. But now, his rebellious period may come a little late. He always hopes to see his father's anger, and he feels happy when he sees his father's Secret anger.

Song ran felt that the atmosphere on the table was a little unclear and strange, so she sat quietly and said nothing more.

As soon as she saw the tension between her father and her son, she quickly came to the scene and said, "Sir, I'll open the osmanthus wine that Miss Song brought to you."

Song ran: "good..."

However, seeing what Tang Qingru wanted to say, song ran quickly said, "Mr. Mayor, why? Don't you want to drink it? "

Tang Qingru originally wanted to treasure it. After all, it was his star son who gave him wine. But since she wanted to drink it, naturally, everything was based on her.

He raised his hand to Aunt Zhou and said, "open it and pour us a cup."

Soon, osmanthus wine poured into the cup, reflecting the warm light in the dining room. Tang Qingru couldn't help saying, "it's a good wine at a glance."

Tang Jian's mouth was full of ridicule. It was the sun that came out of the West. It was the first time that he saw his father so ingratiating.

Song ran said with a smile: "well, my mother Wu is also good at cooking."

Tang Qingru looked at her happily: "well, you can see that you are well raised."

Song Ran has a small skeleton with flesh on her cheek. She is not fat or thin. She has a well-balanced figure, looks very good, and she is very beautiful. At first sight, she is raised and raised carefully. Fortunately, the Song family treats her well and treats both of them.

Song ran reluctantly smiles.

However, the mayor suddenly stood up, holding his glass in his hand and staring at her directly: "before, it was my fault, Xiao ran, can you let bygones be bygones?"

Song ran quickly picked up the glass and was flattered and said, "Sir, it's serious. It's serious."

The more polite she was, the more upset Tang Qingru became. He knew that song ran could easily forgive him because she was an ordinary person and a high-ranking mayor.

If one day she knew he was her fathe