He Is Warmer Than Time

Mrs. Yu has been sent away by Zhang Yang. At this moment, the Su family is also a few of them. Tang Ji'an whispered to Mu Mian: "You go out first and wait for me in my car. I have a few words to tell my aunt. Say."

Mu Mian was a little worried, and whispered: "You have to speak well."

Tang Ji'an patted the back of her hand lightly: "I see, get in the car."

As a result, only Tang Ji'an, Su Ministries and Han Ping were left in the living room.

Tang Ji'an sat on the sofa, glanced at Han Ping, and said in a low voice, "Does my aunt wish me well?"

Han Ping was a little hysterical again: "What do you mean? I would not want you to be okay? When your mother just passed away, who was it and who came to see you in France once a month, ah? Do you still have a conscience?"

Tang Jian's eyes were a little dim: "I thought my aunt wanted me to be good, but she wanted to be happy. Do you know how long I haven't been so happy?"

Han Ping suddenly became speechless.

Tang Ji'an sighed deeply: "Does my aunt hope that I suffer from such incurable depression like my mother?"

Han Ping suddenly felt inexplicable: "I...how could I hope you are sick? In this world, I am the person who hopes you are the best. I care more about you than your father. How can you say about me?"

Tang Jian's eyes were sad and helpless: "I finally found someone who can spend my life together, and finally found someone who can redeem me. Why did my aunt obstruct me in every way? In my eyes, if you do this, it means you don't want me to be well."

Han Ping stood up anxiously: "How can you say that to me?"

Han Ping was angry and anxious, her voice choked up: "If I have the slightest bit of bad thoughts, if I don't want to be good for you, I will be struck by lightning."

Su Zhengguo patted her on the back lightly: "Don't curse in front of the child."

Tang Ji'an was a little indifferent: "My aunt wants me to find a wife who is the right one, because she says she will save face, isn't she? If my mother is still alive, if she is not sick, I believe that her only expectation of me is to make me happy. "

Han Ping was both sad and guilty.

Sadly, she has been doing it for so many years, but still can't keep up with his dead mother.

Guilt and, what Tang Ji'an said is not all wrong.

She seemed, sometimes, it was indeed just for her own face and for the honor of the family to choose a wife for him.

Tang Ji'an got up and said lightly: "Aunt, I'm going back first."

Han Ping wanted to say something but stopped, and wanted to stop him, but didn't know what to say.

In a blink of an eye, Tang Ji'an had left the Su family's old house.

Han Ping sat down on the sofa, and tears fell from her grievances: "Old Su, you said this child, said these words, didn't you pierce my heart? How could I not be good for him, my husband I don’t even bother about this child so much, this child, it’s better not to miss me."

Su Zhengguo sighed: "From now on, just leave him alone, let him alone, Mu Mian, at least not as vain as Zhong Qi, this child is still down to earth, so be it."

Han Ping was unwilling to say: "But... if they really get married, how do I introduce them to others? Living in Sanyuan Lane, my father runs a small clinic and my mother is a housewife. How can this be said to be a good expression? "

Su Zhengguo shook his head: "Look at you, you still value your own face more."