He Is Warmer Than Time

He whispered and said word by word: "The last time you call your mother, we will have nothing to do in the future. Mother will live in the Tang family house. I will not set foot in the Tang family house again."

Mrs. Tang felt that the sky was spinning, she didn't believe it, she didn't believe that his son, whom he had raised for decades, would really stand by that bitch.

Hasn't it been separated for nineteen years?

Isn't it dead?

Can a dead person have so much influence?

Is it greater than flesh-and-blood affection?

"You dare not do this. How did your father explain to you when he left? Explain that you must honor me and treat your younger brothers and sisters well. You can't just break away from me just because of an insignificant woman. You are like this. Ashamed of your father, ashamed of the ancestors of the Tang family."

Tang Qingru stared into her eyes: "I have honored you for decades. Now, the only thing I don't want to be ashamed of is Yu Jin's daughter. I will pay for the sins you committed."

Mrs. Tang had a terrible headache. She unplugged the needle from the back of her hand, and when she applied force, the iron frame on the side hit Tang Qingru's body.

The iron frame was not heavy, and Tang Qingru did not hide. After the iron frame hit him, it fell directly to the ground.

The people outside did not dare to move.

Mrs. Tang hysterically said: "Nicky barrier, Ill barrier! You don't want to be Tang at all, you just have to be Yu! She is more than guilty, she is a criminal, she is more than guilty in the first place!"

Tang Qingru roared: "You have done so many evil things, are you not afraid of going to hell?"

In a word, Mrs. Don was successfully stunned. Her lips trembled and she whispered: "How can I go to hell? How can I go to hell? I eat fast and chant the sutras every day. I must go to heaven. I have eaten ten. After the fast of the year, how many scriptures I have copied, and how many good deeds I have done to give clothes to the children in the mountainous area every year."

Tang Qingru couldn't help laughing: "You are really a Buddha's mouth snake heart, a Buddha's mouth snake heart."

After speaking, he ignored her and walked out directly.

Mrs. Tang pointed to Tang Qingru's back: "If you dare to walk out of this room, you will no longer be my son."

Tang Qingru did not hesitate in his footsteps. Yes, he didn't want to be her son anymore. Without such a mother, why would he have missed Yu Jin for so many years? Why have you missed so many years with your two daughters?

All the truth is out, the water has come to the bottom, and his choice is already obvious.

When Tang Qingru went out, Madam Du outside the door saw Mrs. Tang fainting again.

The doctor has already ordered that the old lady at this moment is very emotional and has high blood pressure. It is easy to get a cerebral hemorrhage. After a cerebral hemorrhage, it is easy to have a stroke.

Stroke can range from slurred speech to hemiplegia.

Madam Du shouted: "Mr. Senator, the old lady fainted again."

Tang Qingru had no expression on his face and said nothing. He only said to Secretary Dong: "Go to Song's house."

"Yes, sir."

In the ward behind, the doctors rushed in, and one of them said: "The situation is not optimistic, so I should send it to the operating room for rescue."

Tang Qingru still left regardless.

From then on, he has nothing to do with this old woman.

At the Song family, Yang Haitao was sitting at the dining table, and Song Xuan reached out and probed his forehead: "The doctor said that the wound may cause a high fever. Are you feeling okay now?"

Yang Haitao shrugged: "Mad man, just burned, I can't help me. Don't worry, it's just a skin injury. After two days, I will be alive and well."