Tang Jian's foreign-style house, the telephone ring rings again. He frowns and answers the phone. The guard's anxious voice comes: "Tang vice hall, this old man claims to be your wife's grandfather. Do you really want him to go in?"

Tang Jian's voice was filled with imperceptible anger: "why, can't you understand what I'm saying?"

The guard heard the anger in the tone of Tang deputy hall, and was scared to make amends: "sorry, Tang deputy hall, I know, will not let him in."

With that, he hung up the phone and called two tall guards directly. He called a taxi, one on each side, and carried the old man onto the taxi, and then folded the wheelchair into the trunk.

Liu Cuixiang yelled: "what are you doing? How do you treat patients? "

The guard pointed to the taxi: "do you want us to take you up or go up by ourselves?"

Liu Cuixiang swearing: "I'm going to sue you for abusing the elderly!"

The guard looked at the shrew in front of him with a headache: "if you want to sue, you can sue."

Liu Cuixiang can't help it. She knows that Tang's vice Hall's temperament is absolutely ruthless. Even if she and the old man really kneel down in front of him, he must be indifferent.

She can only recognize the ground on the car, the old man covered his heart: "so futile return?"

Liu Cuixiang looked at him in despair: "what else can I do? That girl is so hard hearted that she won't even see us. What can we do? "

The old man was so angry that he could only swear now.

The car left Sinan residence.

In Tang Jian's foreign-style house, Cao Feng is busy cooking for his daughter in the kitchen. Tang Ji'an is relieved. Fortunately, he brought the cotton back in time, otherwise, he will really make a lot of trouble.

He went upstairs. Mu Mian was half lying on the sofa, basking in the sun.

This year, she was really in a lot of trouble. She used to block sulfuric acid for him, but the scar on her back was no better. Now she has a new wound all over her body, and there are two scars on her face. She looks sad and pitiful.

The doctor said that the scar on the cheek will be retreated in the future. Fortunately, it will be retreated. Otherwise, how sorry would she be?

He approached and saw her reading.

"What are you looking at?" he whispered

Mu Mian waved the script in the wave: "I rehearsed the stage play, the original script, I wrote it myself."

Tang Jian touched her head: "when you get better, you can go to school."

Mu Mian said with a smile: "I think it's no problem. After all, it's all trauma."

Tang Jian squinted at her: "don't even think about it. The doctor told me to stay in bed for at least half a month."

Mu mianteng sat up: "half a month, our public performance will be half a month later. How can you make me rest for such a long time?"

Tang Jian's tone was firm: "well, it's not negotiable. The public performance is not as important as your body."

Mu Mian looked at him wrongly: "I also want to let those who despise the female director realize how ridiculous their prejudice is through this performance."

Tang Ji'an did not look loose: "OK, don't think about it. You have to recuperate at home. Haven't you rehearsed for a period of time? The rest, let the actors play by themselves

Mu Mian also wanted to say something, Tang Jian pinched her face: "no discussion."

Mu Mian was defeated: "I try to rest for half a month."