Chapter 1180

Two days later

In the small ancestral hall, old lady Tang still kneels on the Futuan to worship Buddha. When Shen Ma comes in, she still kneels and says in a cold voice: "how about it? Follow Qingru, have you found the woman

"Yes, the woman Dead. "

Old man Tang frowned: "don't talk about such bad things here, help me up."

Mrs. Tang and Mrs. Shen walked out of the ancestral hall and went down the wooden stairs slowly. There was no pity in their voice: "are you really dead?"

Shen Ma nodded: "I heard that she was shot in the heart and was taken away by Mr. Mayor. On that day, he announced his death..."

"Where is the body? You try to make sure. "

Shen's mother was embarrassed: "Mr. Mayor cremated the body the next day. He said he hated the woman and the man who separated him from his daughter for nearly 20 years. He said he didn't want to see that woman for a second."

Tang Laofu people but smile: "that woman, die more than deserve, before death very hate Qing Confucianism?"

Shen Ma nodded: "the woman confirmed that it was Mr. mayor who took people to catch her."

Old lady Tang's smile is bigger: "so, go to see my sad son at night."

That night, the mayor's mansion, Mrs. Tang got out of the car. Aunt Zhou came to the door to meet her. Tang Laofu said without expression: "where is Qingru?"

"Sir, in the study."

"At work?"

"No office..."

"What are you doing then?"

"Sir Sir is drinking... "

Outside the study, old man Tang reached out and knocked on the door With a bang, it seems that a bottle of wine has hit the door. Old Tang is surprised, and then the corners of his mouth are cocked up. The more his son is sad, the more happy she is.

Her son is sad, which shows that Yu Jin is really dead. After all, her cold hearted son has only hurt his heart for the fox spirit in his life.

Tang Qingru was sitting on the sofa by the window. There was a bottle on the low table in front of him. There was a bottle of wine in the study.

Old man Tang covered his mouth and nose, frowned tightly and went in. He came to Tang Qingru and coughed gently.

Tang Qingru, however, had no response.

Tang Laofu gently tut: "people can't be reborn after death, so you should stop mourning."

Tang Qingru raised his eyes to look at her. His eyes were red and said, "are you happy?"

Tang Laofu was in no mood and even wanted to laugh. She, a cold and rational son, would never have shown such a despairing look if she had not met with a sad matter of no greater sorrow than death.

Therefore, Yu Jin is really dead.

Tang Laofu's chin lifted slightly: "what can I be happy about?"

"You never liked her, and now that she's dead, you're happy, aren't you?"

Old lady Tang patted him on the shoulder: "Qingru, you should be more rational. The day after tomorrow, you are going to leave for Kyoto. Don't show such a sad look that others think they don't like going to Beijing."

Tang Qingru was smoking. Among the smoke, he looked haggard, and his voice was extremely sad: "the person I like is dead, so even the time for sadness is not given to me, is it?"

Old lady Tang made a rare step back: "good, good, I'm not good, I forced you too tight, I'm also worried about your body, drink less wine, smoke less cigarettes, people can't be reborn after death, want to be more open, you know?"

Tang Qingru didn't speak. Tang even saw tears in his eyes. It seems that the son is really dead.

Yu Jin He died at last.