He Is Warmer Than Time

The next morning, outside the villa of the Sinan Mansion, a well-maintained, gray-haired old lady in her seventies got out of the car. The driver whispered, "Madam, the second young master seems to have not gotten up yet.

Mrs. Tang nodded: "Well, you go to open the door..."

The driver took out the spare key and opened the door. She carried the bag in her hand and walked up the wooden stairs slowly.

Although she is more than 70 years old, she is dressed very delicately, wearing a pair of 35 cm high heels on her feet, and black wide-leg pants swaying slowly as she walks.

Outside Tang Ji'an's bedroom door, she didn't knock on the door, so she pushed in. There was a smell of alcohol in the room, and Mrs. Tang frowned unconsciously.

She walked to the window and stretched out her hand to open the curtains. Tang Jian's voice was hoarse: "Aunt Zhou, close it, I have to sleep."

Mrs. Tang walked to the bed and sat down slowly, her voice was full of love: "Jian, have you drunk at night?"

Tang Ji'an held his eyes open, his voice hoarse to the extreme: "It turns out to be grandma..."

Mrs. Tang said in an imperative tone: "Get down..."

Tang Ji'an was about to get up, but Mrs. Tang reached out and grabbed a corner of his shirt and opened it a little bit. The scarlet blood marks looked shocking.

Mrs. Tang frowned, her voice full of heartache: "Your father beat it?"

Tang Ji'an picked up the coat on the side and put it on him, and said lightly: "No."

Mrs. Tang said with a cold voice: "Why is your father hitting you so well?"

Tang Ji'an's eyes flashed: "It wasn't my father who hit me, grandma, don't think too much."

Don't know why, Tang Ji'an was a little worried, worried that his grandma would embarrass Song Ran.

No matter how much he hates that woman's daughter, he can't let his grandma hurt Song Ran.

Mrs. Tang beckoned, and a young servant came in. Mrs. Tang whispered: "The medicine box is in the hall downstairs. Take it and apply the medicine to the back of the second young master."

Tang Ji'an didn't resist either. His grandma was always strong, and even his father had to listen to her, so let her alone.

Mrs. Tang sat aside and watched the maid administering medicine to Tang Ji'an. Tang Ji'an was expressionless and did not hum.

Mrs. Don squinted at him: "Since childhood, you have always been sensible. Your father’s whip has always only fallen on your eldest brother. He has never been so angry on you. So, this time, how are you? How did you provoke your father?"

His grandma has always been shrewd and wise, even though she is in her seventies, she is not as foolish as the average old man.

Tang Ji'an said indifferently: "It wasn't my father who beat me, grandma, leave it alone."

Mrs. Tang snorted softly: "Do you think you can confuse me? The injury on your back, do you think I can't see what caused it? In this world, except for your father who dares to beat you, who dares to beat you? Are you hurt like this?"

Tang Ji'an made up an excuse indiscriminately: "Going to drink with Chu San and the others was exposed, and his father felt that his reputation had been corrupted."

Mrs. Tang said lightly: "Really?"

Obviously it was a tone of disbelief.

Tang Ji'an can only bite the bullet and tell the lie to the end: "Yes."

Mrs. Tang walked up to him and glanced at his injury: "Your father has exerted all his strength. This is to beat you to death."

Mrs. Tang finds it strange that although the relationship between father and son has always been relatively weak, the second child is not like his brother. He is always cautious and rigorous. He will not offend his father. He is also successful in his career. Why did Qingru have such a big impact on the second son. anger?

This matter is strange.