In an instant, Tang Qingru seemed to be ten years old, his whole person was crumbling, and he was no longer in the mood to investigate Tang Ji'an's mistakes, so Aunt Zhou hurriedly let Tang Ji'an go.

Tang Ji'an's back was scarred, and there were blood stains on the corners of his mouth, Aunt Zhou was very distressed, and whispered: "Don't blame your father, he is also very bitter in his heart." ”

Tang Ji'an's eyes flashed, he glanced back at the second floor, lowered his head and smiled, and then walked out with an umbrella.

Aunt Zhou chased after the door and shouted: "When you go back, remember to ask Uncle Sixth to give you some medicine on your back, I'm afraid that the skin will be broken, and it may suppurate if you don't take medicine." ”

Tang Ji'an's back looked a little lonely and desolate, Aunt Zhou felt very distressed, this child, except for his mother, there is indeed no one to give him extra love.

On the road, in the speeding car, Yin Hua was worried: "Sister-in-law, are you cold in the rain?"

Song Ran stretched out his hand and swept his face, his voice trembling a little: "I'm okay, don't drive too fast, pay attention to safety." ”

Yin Hua glanced in the rearview mirror from time to time, and saw that her sister-in-law's face was pale, and her eyes were extremely flustered, what did she hear just now, her sister-in-law is the mayor's daughter?

How so?

It's just incredible.

It's unbelievable.

She didn't dare to say anything, so she stepped on the accelerator all the way and hurriedly drove back to Tianzifang.

As soon as he got out of the car, Song Ran rushed back to the house, and when Wu's mother saw it, she naturally shouted: "Oh, Xiao Ran, why are your hair and clothes wet, you girl, it's raining so hard outside, don't you have an umbrella?" You girl, go take a hot bath, I'll make you some ginger tea, and I'll send you to the room in a while." ”

Song Ran took a hot bath, changed into clean clothes, held ginger tea, and knocked on her sister's door.

As soon as the door was pushed, the little couple was lying on the bed, and Song Ran walked in expressionlessly.

Yang Haitao called: "Eh, I said sister-in-law, it's time to go to bed, why are you doing when you come in?"

Song Ran's voice was low, with a slightly nasal voice: "Sister, I want to sleep with you." ”

Before Song Xuan could speak, Yang Haitao was anxious: "What are you kidding, I am now the husband of the righteous Song Xuan, and your sister will definitely not agree......"

"Haitao, you go to the guest room and sleep. ”

Yang Haitao couldn't believe it: "I'm your husband." ”

"Well, husband, you go to the guest room and sleep. ”

Yang Haitao looked at Song Xuan and saw that she didn't look like a joke, so he walked out of the room with a pillow and a calm face.

Song Xuan lifted the quilt: "Xiao Ran, come up." ”

Song Ran sat beside her, holding ginger tea, taking small sips.

Song Xuan stared at her: "Do you have anything to say to me?"

Song Ran shook his head: "No." ”

Song Xuan shook her hand: "Didn't you go to the mayor's house for dinner today? How about it? What kind of dishes did they cook to entertain you? Will the food at the mayor's house be the same as ours ordinary people's? Or do you have everything you need?"

Song Ran turned his head to look at her and said softly, "Sister, do you remember a little bit about what happened when you were a child?"

"Huh, when you were young?"

Song Ran lowered his eyes and thought carefully: "When I was two or three years old. ”

Song Xuan sighed: "What kind of dream talk are you talking about, how can a two- or three-year-old child have a memory?"

Song Ran looked at her expectantly: "Think about it, people say that if something very important happens when you are two or three years old, you will have some memories." ”

Song Xuan frowned and pondered......

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