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Two days later......

In the small ancestral hall, Mrs. Tang knelt on the futon as usual to worship the Buddha, and Shen's mother walked in, she was still kneeling, and said coldly: "How is it? Follow Qingru, have you found that woman?"

"Found it, woman...... He's dead. ”

Old Madam Tang frowned: "Don't talk about such unfortunate things here, help me up." ”

Old Madam Tang and Mama Shen walked out of the small ancestral hall and slowly descended along the wooden staircase, without mercy in their voices: "Are you really dead?"

Shen's mother nodded: "I heard that I was shot in the heart, and then I was taken away by Mr. Mayor, and Mr. announced his death that day......"

"Where's the body? ”

Shen's mother was embarrassed: "Mr. Mayor cremated the body the next day, saying that he hated that woman, hated the person who separated him from his daughter for nearly 20 years, and he said that he didn't want to see that woman for a second." ”

Mrs. Tang smiled: "That woman, she is innocent of death, and she hated Qingru very much before she died, right?"

Shen's mother nodded: "That woman decided that Mr. Mayor took someone to arrest her." ”

Mrs. Donald smiled even more: "In this case, let's go and see my sad son in the evening." ”

It was night, the mayor's mansion, Mrs. Tang got out of the car, Aunt Zhou went to the door to greet her, Mrs. Tang said expressionlessly: "Where is Qingru?"

"Sir is in the study. ”

"Are you in the office?"

"No office ......"

"What are you doing then?"

"Sir...... Mr. is drinking......"

Outside the study, Mrs. Tang reached out and knocked on the door...... With a bang, it seemed that a wine bottle had smashed on the door, Mrs. Tang was startled, and then the corners of her mouth curled, the more sad her son was, the happier she was.

The son is sad, which means that Yu Jin is really dead, after all, her cold-hearted son has only been sad for that vixen in his life.

Mrs. Tang stretched out her hand to push the door in, Tang Qingru sat on the single sofa by the window, there was a stall of wine bottles on the low table in front of him, and the smell of wine in the study was sky-high and the smell of smoke was pungent.

Mrs. Tang covered her mouth and nose, walked in with a frown, walked up to Tang Qingru, and coughed lightly.

Tang Qingru was like a walking corpse, and he didn't react.

Mrs. Tang sighed lightly: "People can't be resurrected after death, so you can mourn." ”

Tang Qingru raised his eyes to look at her, his eyes were red: "Are you happy?"

Mrs. Tang was in no waves, and even wanted to laugh, her indifferent and rational son, if she hadn't encountered a sad thing that was more sad than her heart, she would never have shown such a desperate look.

Therefore, Yu Jin is really dead.

Old Madam Tang's chin raised slightly: "What do I have to be happy about?"

"You've always disliked her, and now she's dead, you're happy, aren't you?"

Mrs. Tang patted him on the shoulder: "Qingru, you should be sensible, the day after tomorrow, you will leave for Kyoto, don't show this sad look, make others think that you don't like to enter Beijing." ”

Tang Qingru smoked a cigarette, and between the smoke, he looked like a withered tree, and his voice was extremely sad: "The person I like is dead, so I won't even have time to grieve, right?"

Mrs. Tang took a rare step back: "Okay, okay, it's me who is not good, it's me who forced you too hard, I'm also worried about your body, drink less wine, smoke less cigarettes, people can't be resurrected after death, I want to open a little, you know?"

Tang Qingru didn't speak, and Mrs. Tang even saw tears in his eyes, this son seems to be really dead.

Yu Jin...... Finally dead.