He Is Warmer Than Time

Two days later...

In the small ancestral hall, Mrs. Tang was still kneeling on the futon to pray to the Buddha. Shen Ma walked in. She still kneeled and said coldly, "How about? Follow Qingru, did you find that woman?"

"Found it, that woman...dead."

Mrs. Tang frowned: "Don't talk about such unlucky things here, help me up."

Mrs. Tang and Madam Shen walked out of the small ancestral hall and walked down the wooden stairs slowly, with no pity in their voices: "Is it really dead?"

Shen's mother nodded: "I heard that she had a shot in her heart and was taken away by the mayor. On the same day, the husband announced his death..."

"Where is the body? Think about it to confirm it."

Shen's mother was embarrassed: "Mr. Mayor cremated the body the next day, saying that 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 more for a second. ."

Mrs. Tang smiled: "That woman, you have a survivor, you hated Qingru before she died, right?"

Shen's mother nodded: "The woman determined that Mr. Mayor took someone to arrest her."

Mrs. Tang smiled even bigger: "So, go see my sad son tonight."

It was night, at the mayor's residence, Mrs. Tang got off the car, and Aunt Zhou went to the door to greet him. Mrs. Tang said blankly, "Where is Qingru?"

"Mr.'s in the study."

"Are you in the office?"

"No office..."

"What are you doing then?"

"Sir... Sir is drinking..."

Outside the study, Mrs. Tang reached out and knocked on the door... With a bang, it seemed that a wine bottle had hit the door. Mrs. Tang was startled, and the corners of her mouth curled up. The more sad her son, the happier she was.

The sadness of her son shows that Yu Jin is really dead. After all, her cold-hearted son has only been sad for the fox in this life.

Mrs. Tang reached out and pushed the door in. Tang Qingru was sitting on the solo sofa by the window. There was a stall of wine bottles on the short table in front of him. The study room was full of alcohol and smelled pungent.

Mrs. Tang covered her mouth and nose, frowned and walked in, walked to Tang Qingru's side, and coughed slightly.

Tang Qingru was like a walking dead body without any response.

Mrs. Tang sighed softly: "You can't come back to life after death, so please feel sorry for it."

Tang Qingru raised his eyes to look at her, eyes blushing: "Are you happy?"

Mrs. Tang's mood was not disturbed, and she even wanted to laugh. Her indifferent and rational son would never show such a desperate look if it hadn't been for a sad thing that was more than heartbreaking.

Therefore, Yu Jin is really dead.

Mrs. Tang raised her chin slightly: "What can I be happy about?"

"You have never liked her, now she is dead, you are happy, are you?"

Mrs. Tang patted him on the shoulder: "Qingru, you should be rational. The day after tomorrow, you will leave for Kyoto. Don't show this sad look, which makes others think they don't like to enter Beijing."

Tang Qingru was smoking a cigarette and the smoke was full of smoke. He was withered and his voice was extremely sad: "The person I like has died, so I won't even give me sad time, right?"

Mrs. Tang gave a rare step back: "Well, I’m not good, I’ve forced you to be too tight. I am also worried about your body. Drink less alcohol and smoke less cigarettes. People can’t come back to life after death. Open it, you know?"

Tang Qingru didn't speak, and Mrs. Tang even saw tears in his eyes. This son seemed to be really heartbroken.

Yu Jin... finally died.