He Is Warmer Than Time

Tang Ji'an couldn't stop his aunt either, but fortunately, his uncle and aunt were different.

The next day, Han Ping went to the procuratorate with Tang Ji'an.

It just so happened that in the hall, Tang Ji'an introduced Dean Zhao.

Dean Zhao, who is a human being, naturally has an unusual enthusiasm for the wives of the ministries and committees, and immediately greeted her on the seventh floor.

Everyone knows that the two sons and two daughters of the Soviet ministries have all become high-ranking officials in Beijing, and they are all big figures with heavy powers in their hands. The wife of the ministries, naturally, can't neglect.

In Han Ping's heart, she didn't like this Dean Zhao even more, hypocritical and cunning, so enthusiastic on the surface, she could not decide what she was thinking in her heart.

The group of people went upstairs peacefully, each with their own merits.

Behind, Zhong Qi whispered to the chief prosecutor who accompanied him: "Who is the lady next to Dean Zhao?"

The chief prosecutor whispered: "You don't even know this? The wife of the Su Zhengguo Ministry, who is also the aunt of our deputy dean, is considered the head mother of the Su family."

Zhong Qi's eyes lit up, oh? is it?

"Well, I heard that the Soviet ministries and commissions have returned to Haicheng. On the day they came back, the mayor and a group of high-ranking officials went to the station to greet the Soviet ministers.

Zhong Qi nodded, and any of the family members in the vice yard were the supreme big shots.

On the seventh floor, Dean Zhao said enthusiastically: "Mrs. Su, come to my office for a cup of tea."

Han Ping smiled politely: "Dean Zhao is polite, I'm here today, just to take a look at our working environment in Ji'an, so I won't disturb your office."

Dean Zhao moved in and out well, so he didn't insist, so he entered his office.

Han Ping and Tang Ji'an entered Tang Ji'an's office together.

As soon as she entered, the fake smile on Han Ping's face disappeared, and she lowered her voice and said, "Dean Zhao is not a person who waits for a while."

Tang Ji'an sat in the chair and said solemnly, "Auntie, don't talk about my leadership behind your back."

Han Ping said softly: "I didn't talk about your leader, I just told the truth about my feelings, Ji'an, you have to guard against your leader, he is an ambitious person."

Tang Ji'an let out a sigh of relief: "Aunt..."

Seeing him look impatient, Han Ping waved his hand: "Okay, you have hardened wings, and you don't need the opinions of our elders. Okay, I'll go around the prosecutor's office for a while, and you can run your public affairs."

Tang Ji'an picked up the pen and raised his eyes to look at her: "Some secret places, don't run into the aunt."

Han Ping walked to him and nodded his head with anger: "Hunzi still teaches his elders, right? When your uncle was the deputy dean of the procuratorate, you were not born yet, so you still need to teach what."

Tang Ji'an pressed his temple and pointed to the door: "Okay, aunt, just take a look, I'm going to work."

Han Ping gave him a white look, and then walked out of his office.

Han Ping was wearing a smoky-gray silk cheongsam, with a small bag slung in her hand, and just stopped at the procuratorate.

When she reached the lobby on the first floor, she looked around, and wanted to go to the front desk to chat with the two little girls, and ask the grassroots employees here about her baby's nephew.

However, he saw a staff member pushing a small cart walking straight here. There were several large cardboard boxes on the cart, stacked too high, blocking the line of sight. He didn't see Han Ping, and the staff member was about to hit him. It's on Han Ping.

Suddenly, Han Ping was pulled by someone...

"Madam, be careful..."