Tang Laofu didn't stay for a long time. He comforted a few words and then went out with a smile of victory.

Looking at old lady Tang's back, Tang Qingru's eyes are a little deep.

Outside the mansion, old lady Tang got into the car and said to Shen Ma on the other side: "find a free time and tell that girl that her father killed her mother and see what she feels like."

"Yes, ma'am."

In the study, aunt Zhou went in, and Tang Qingru was still drinking. Aunt Zhou advised in a low voice: "Sir, please be sad. Too much wine will hurt you."

Tang Qingru did not say anything, but waved his hand: "you go to arrange the matter of entering Beijing. Take less people. You need to keep a low profile. You can 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 his cigarette and went to the window. He looked out at the deep night and his eyes were deep.

At Sinan mansion, Mrs. Tang stopped by to see her good grandson. At the end of the year, the procuratorate was busy and there were many dinners. Tang Ji'an didn't come back until nine o'clock.

Old lady Tang really loves this grandson and loves her most. She frowns and says, "aren't you vice president? Why are you so busy? Can't the people at the bottom be busy with some unimportant things? "

Tang Jian light way: "I am young, does grandma want me to be lazy?"

Old lady Tang glanced at him and said, "well, your father will go to Beijing the day after tomorrow, and aunt Zhou will go with him to Kyoto. No one will take care of you here. Otherwise, I will ask Mrs. Shen to clean up for you every day and cook for you? Mrs. Shen doesn't live here. Every day I ask the driver to drive her over without disturbing you. What do you think? "

Tang Jian's eyes lifted: "Oh, no, my father has arranged for me to clean the cooking aunt. Shen Ma is old, so she doesn't have to run back and forth."

Old man Tang's face sank: "is your father so attached to you?"

Tang Ji'an looked impatient: "grandma, my procuratorate is very busy. I have to deal with affairs at night. If you are OK, you can go first."

Tang Laofu snorted: "OK, don't disturb my good grandson's work. I'll go now. If your father doesn't like your new assignment, tell me, OK?"

"I see." Tang Jian did not lift his head and looked at the document in his hand.

Old man Tang was also interested, so he got up and left.

When the door was closed, Tang Jian raised his eyes, then picked up the phone and dialed out: "well, aunt Zhou, after you leave, arrange someone for me to continue cleaning and cooking. You can pick one."

"I've already chosen it for you. I'll show you tomorrow. Even aunt sun knows that."

"Well, Auntie sun can. If my grandmother asks, she says it's assigned by my father, OK?"

"I know, I know."

Although she has worked in the Tang family for decades, she is still a servant in the eyes of the old lady. After robbing old lady Tang's care for the young master, can't the old lady regard her as a thorn in the eye?

Song jiayangfang, song Xuan, who has been pregnant for more than four months, is slightly pregnant. She has almost no vomiting reaction. Anyway, Wu Ma cooks Soup for song Xuan in different ways every day.