Chapter 1116

In a flash, Tang Qingru seemed to be ten years old, and his whole body was tottering. He was no longer in the mood to investigate Tang Jian's fault. Aunt Zhou quickly let Tang Jian go.

Tang Jian's back was full of scars and blood was still on the corner of his mouth. Aunt Zhou was extremely distressed and said in a low voice, "don't blame your father. He is also very bitter."

Tang Jian's eyes flashed, looked back at the second floor, bowed his head and laughed, then walked out with an umbrella.

Aunt Zhou chased the door and called out: "when you go back, remember to ask Uncle Liu to put some medicine on your back. I'm afraid it's broken skin. If you don't take medicine, it may fester."

Tang Ji'an's back looks lonely and desolate. Aunt Zhou feels a lot of heartache. In addition to his mother's love, there is really no one to give him extra love.

On the road, in the speeding car, Yin Hua worried: "sister-in-law, you have been drenched in the rain, is it cold?"

Song ran stretched out his hand and grabbed his face. His voice was a little trembling: "I'm ok. Don't drive too fast. Pay attention to safety."

From time to time, Yin Hua glanced at the rearview mirror and saw that her sister-in-law was pale and her eyes were extremely flustered. What did she hear just now? The sister-in-law is the mayor's daughter?

How could this happen?

It's just incredible.

It's unbelievable.

She did not dare to say anything more, so she stepped on the accelerator and drove back to Tianzifang in a hurry.

As soon as she got out of the car, song ran rushed back to the house. When Wu saw it, she naturally yelled: "Oh, Xiao ran, why are you wet in your hair and clothes? You girl, you girl, it's raining so hard outside. Didn't you take an umbrella? You girl, go and have a hot bath. I'll make you some ginger tea and send it to your room later. "

Song ran took a hot bath, changed her clean clothes, and knocked on her sister's door with ginger tea in her hand.

As soon as the door is pushed, the couple are lying on the bed. Song ran walks in without expression.

Yang Haitao called out: "ah, I said sister-in-law, it's bedtime. What can I do for you?"

Song Ran's voice was low, with a little nasal: "sister, I want to sleep with you."

Before Song Xuan said anything, Yang Haitao was in a hurry: "are you kidding me? I'm the husband of song Xuan, and your sister won't agree with me..."

"Haitao, go to the guest room and sleep."

Yang Haitao can't believe it: "I'm your husband."

"Well, husband, go to the guest room and sleep."

Yang Haitao looks at Song Xuan. Seeing that she doesn't look like a joke, he walks out of the room with a pillow in his arms.

Song Xuan lifted the quilt: "Xiao ran, come up."

Song ran sat down beside her and sipped ginger tea.

Song Xuan stares at her: "do you have anything to say to me?"

Song ran shook his head: "No

Song Xuan took her hand: "didn't you go to the mayor's house for dinner today? What about? What dishes do they serve you? Will the food of the mayor's house be the same as that of our ordinary family? Or do you have everything you have

Song ran turned to look at her and said in a low voice, "elder sister, do you remember something when you were a child?"

"Well? How young were you? "

Song ran drooped her eyes and thought, "when I was two or three years old."

Song Xuan gave a bang: "what kind of dream talk do you say? How can a child of two or three years old have a memory?"

Song ran looked at her with hope: "you can think about it. People say that if something important happens when you are two or three years old, there will be some memories."

Song Xuan frowned and pondered