He Is Warmer Than Time

Tang Ji'an's expression sank, the corners of his mouth pressed tightly, and he said after a long while: "I really don't have time, father, go talk about family by yourself,"

Tang Qingru frowned and looked at him: "If you have time to have dinner with the actor, don't you have time to talk to your uncle for dinner?"

Tang Ji's heart trembled. Does his father know? How did he know that he was eating with Song Ran?

He looked directly at his father and said coldly: "Father, you shouldn't use this name to address others."

Tang Qingru said softly, "Isn't she an actor?"

Tang Jian's eyes flashed: "This is a name with contempt. You should respect other people's professions."

Tang Qingru's eyes became colder. For twenty-six years, except for his son who had rebelled for a while when his mother committed suicide when he was a teenager, he has verbally rebelled against him.

Therefore, he said that women are a disaster, and beautiful women will make men lose their calmness and reason.

Of course he can't let his son be with this kind of woman.

Officials cannot have weaknesses or handles.

"Then I should call her Song Ran."

Tang Qingru gave in. After all, he was his own son, a son who he admired and had high hopes for. It was nothing to give in.

Tang Ji'an said, "Father, did you find her?"

A hint of urgency flashed in Tang Qingru's eyes. His giving one step did not mean he would always give in. His fingers tapped his knees rhythmically, with imperceptible majesty in his voice: "Why? I can't find her?"

Tang Ji'an sensed dissatisfaction from his father's tone, but still bit the bullet and said: "I and her are just ordinary friends. Father, you shouldn't talk to her in vain, she will misunderstand."

Tang Qingru is like a big enemy. His son has always been deserted and doesn’t pay attention to anyone. Since childhood, he played with the few people he knew when he was a child. Chu Yanchuan and Ji Huai acted. Women never did. Into his eyes.

Even if the aunt who worked as a helper by his side since childhood was fired because of a mistake, he never said a word of plea.

He has always admired his son's cruel and ruthless character. A political person should be like this and not be tired of trivial things.

But now, he actually cares that a girl misunderstands him, his son is afraid that he really likes that little girl.

This is really tricky.

Tang Qingru got up: "I don't care what kind of friend she is to you. You must come for dinner tomorrow night."

After speaking, he turned directly upstairs.

He doesn't need to be overly considerate of his son, his father's majesty is still needed.

He walked to the corner of the stairs...

"Father, you are the most ruthless person I have ever met."

Tang Qingru trembled a little, and his son was a little out of control. This is not a good phenomenon.

He turned around and glanced at him coldly: "Did you know your father the first day?"

Tang Ji'an smiled, his face looked a little pale under the light: "I know, I have known for a long time, since my mother was suffering from depression and asked you to visit her, but you were indifferent, I knew it, this world Come on, the only thing you care about is the woman, right? Oh, right, and your two daughters who are missing or even unaware that they are still alive."

Tang Qingru walked down slowly, raised his hand, and slapped him hard: "Shut up."

Tang Ji'an smiled: "I hope all three of them are dead."

Tang Qingru slapped him again with a cold voice: "You have lost your mind, Aunt Zhou, take him out."