Owl, Your Wife Has Dropped Her Waistcoat Again

She had been standing outside the door for a while, but she didn't know whether to come in, so she finally had to knock on the door.

Zuo Hanxiao: ...

He nodded, Yes.

So you'd better leave quickly.

Old Mrs. Zuo smiled awkwardly. Just when she was about to say something, she saw Wen Jiuqing walking over in her pajamas, Grandma, what's wrong?

This was the first time she spent the night at Zuo's old house, and Mrs. Zuo came to Zuo Hanxiao's bedroom to look for her.

This usually doesn't happen, so there might be something going on.

Old Mrs. Zuo said quickly, Grandma has something to tell you. Is it convenient now?

convenient.

inconvenient.

Zuo Hanxiao and Wen Jiuqing said in unison.

The old lady Zuo glared at Zuo Hanxiao, her face full of complaints.

How dare you not even say a few words to his little wife now?

Old Mrs. Zuo looked at Wen Jiuqing and said, Then go to my study and talk.

Zuo Hanxiao, who was opposite him, was slightly startled, not knowing what he was thinking.

Mrs. Zuo would go to the study room every time she was talking to someone about something very important or serious. In other cases, she would not go there at all.

But she actually wanted to go to the study with Wen Jiuqing to discuss something tonight?

The reason behind this forced him to delve deeper.

But he didn't say anything. Wen Jiuqing nodded and said, Grandma, let me go change clothes first.

Of course you have to dress more formally when talking about things.

five minutes later.

In the study.

Tonight, Mrs. Zuo was very serious, and the original smile on her face had faded a lot.

Seeing Mrs. Zuo's sudden serious look, Wen Jiuqing had a bad feeling in her heart, and she gradually became nervous.

The old lady Zuo sat on the chair. Seeing Wen Jiuqing's nervous look, she smiled and said, Ahjiu, don't be nervous, just sit down.

Wen Jiuqing nodded and sat down, but he was still very nervous.

The old lady Zuo didn't say anything when she saw this. She took out a photo frame from the drawer of the desk with a photo in it.

Her vicissitudes of hand touched the photo frame, and tears gradually filled her eyes.

She said, This is Ah Xiao's grandfather, take a look. She handed the photo frame to Wen Jiuqing.

Wen Jiuqing took it and placed his eyes on the photo, feeling gradually shocked in his heart.

The old man has gray hair and a serious face with no expression, but the corners of his lips are slightly raised. He should be an old man who is both stern and kind.

The old lady Zuo said, Axiao's grandfather was resolute in the shopping mall, but he was a good husband, a good father, and a good grandfather.

Wen Jiuqing pursed her lips slightly, she didn't know what to say.

She is a ruthless person and has never comforted others, so she will not comfort Mrs. Zuo, but can only pat her back gently.

Old Mrs. Zuo added, The old man left a message before he left.

Wen Jiuqing was slightly startled, ...What are you talking about?

Why did the old lady mention this to her?

Does that sentence have something to do with her?

After hearing this, the old lady Zuo leaned back on her chair and closed her eyes, There is a female Jiuqing, You Zuo Ankang, a natural character...

Wen Jiuqing's body suddenly froze.

...Is that Jiu Qing me?

It’s really... related to her...!

But how did Mr. Zuo know about her...? ?

It seems that their family has no contact with the Zuo family...