He Is Warmer Than Time

Mrs. Tang said coldly, "What is your purpose with your sister?"

"I don't understand what the old lady only means?"

Mrs. Tang coldly snorted: "Don’t think I don’t know. You just think of my Tang family chucking the water. It’s not that my grandson Tang Ji’an was beaten up by his father because of your sister. quiet."

Song Xuan gritted her teeth: "Old lady, my sister and I don’t want to be involved in the Tang family. Our surname is Song. We have our own lives. If you don’t want us to have any contact with the mayor, then we won’t follow Just meet the mayor."

Mingzhe protects herself, she just wants to get away now, she can only speak according to Mrs. Tang.

Mrs. Tang was even more gloomy: "Spoken words, do you think I will believe your nonsense? You think I'm old, so you want to fool me? Don't you dream."

Song Xuan reached out and grabbed the armrest of the sofa and calmly said: "I didn't mean to fool you. The old lady can check it out. I live a safe life and have no contact with Mr. Mayor. Now he has been transferred to Kyoto. It is even more impossible for me to go to Kyoto to meet him. You, the home of the Tang family, we dare not climb high. We did not dare to dare before, and we will never do it again. I hope the old lady will see.

Mrs. Tang squinted her eyes suddenly, this girl, so eloquent, how could Qingru see such a beautiful and clever daughter in his heart that he still had his two sons.

Yes, he didn't care much about those two sons. If it weren't for her excellent Ji'an, those two sons would have been adopted and ignored for so many years.

How can she bear it?

How could she bear that these two small wild species are both beautiful and smart, she said in a cold voice: "Dare to argue with me, Shen Ma, take her to the small ancestral hall and kneel, let her reflect."

Song Xuan was anxious: "Sorry, old lady, I have something else, I have to go first."

How could Shen mother allow her to run, she held her shoulders, and two other big men framed her and took her to the small ancestral hall on the second floor.

The small ancestral hall only has a small lattice window, and the door is a row of tablets, all of the ancestors of the Tang family, under the tablet is a futon.

Song Xuan was pushed into the small ancestral hall, and she was anxious: "What are you doing? Let me go."

Shen Ma pushed her, Song Xuan staggered, she hurriedly stretched out her hand to protect her belly, and stared at the old woman in front of her with trepidation.

Shen's mother said viciously: "The old lady gives you a chance to make you reflect. If you dare to push your nose and cheek, you have turned your back."

Song Xuan was clutching her belly, not daring to openly defy the ferocious old woman in front of her. She was self-willed, but there was a child in her belly, so she couldn't make any mistakes.

She could only swallow her anger, she didn't dare to make jokes about her children.

She whispered: "Okay, I reflect, I reflect."

As long as she survived this period of time, perhaps Mrs. Don would let her go.

She was standing in the small ancestral hall with candles lit on the counter table of the ancestral hall. The atmosphere in the small hut was a bit weird.

Shen Ma said fiercely: "Are you just doing so introspection?"

Song Xuan stared at her: "So how should I reflect."

Shen's mother came over and pressed her shoulders: "You have to kneel down and reflect, and promise to the ancestors of the Tang family that you will not mess with the Tang family.