When Lin Xiaoxiao parked her car in the parking lot near the city center, it was almost eleven o'clock, and Mrs. Song's face was bulging, and her chestnut hair was a little messy by the wind.

Lin Xiaoxiao stepped forward and hurriedly helped Mrs. Song, and at the same time naturally combed her hair with her hand, and apologized: "Grandma, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'll keep you waiting for a long time." ”

The old man snorted, tilted his head, and avoided her hand: "Don't touch me." ”

Lin Xiaoxiao sneered, put down his hand, but couldn't help but remind: "Your hair is a little messy......

"Who is to blame?" Old Madam Song's tone was very bad: "It's not because of you, I need to wait here?" Do you know what time it is? I'll be looking for you at nine o'clock. ”

Lin Xiaoxiao listened to her complaints, but muttered in her heart, you won't stay at home, doesn't it mean that the old people like to squint from time to time? Why does this old lady get up early in the morning every day, and she doesn't take a nap during the day, isn't she sleepy?

Obviously, Lin Xiaoxiao's idea is redundant, Mrs. Song is an energetic old man, likes warm and alternative things, and dresses in various trends.

When Lin Xiaoxiao arrived, Mrs. Song walked straight to the Peking Opera House, it was almost noon, Lin Xiaoxiao proposed to eat first, but for the old man who had already eaten before going out, where was he willing to listen, and insisted on listening to the play. Lin Xiaoxiao had no choice but to go to the commissary to buy some food, planning to accompany her to consume it.

When she got bored, Lin Xiaoxiao took out the laptop computer in her bag, and after simply processing a few files, she thought that she hadn't opened her own private mailbox for a long time.

Thinking so, Lin Xiaoxiao logged in to the mailbox.

Inside, there was not a single letter.

This mailbox is specially registered for Chi Shuai, which is a private mailbox between the two, because Chi Shuai's "gold medal screenwriter" has a special identity, so the private mailbox used by the two of them to communicate in the later period.

However, since Chi Shuai returned to Australia, there seems to be no movement, and I don't know how the new script was created, Lin Xiaoxiao simply sent an email, and at the same time, he thought that when he saw Shiya another day, he must ask him about the current situation of his cousin.

After Lin Xiaoxiao finished sending the email, he closed the mailbox easily, and when he turned his head, he found that Mrs. Song's head came over at some point.

"What for?" Lin Xiaoxiao was startled.

Just in time for the actor to leave the scene, Mrs. Song took the time to look at what Lin Xiaoxiao was doing, and when she saw it, she saw that she was sending an email, and saw the avatar of the other party's mailbox that she clicked on.

He is a very handsome man.

"Who is he?" Old Madam Song asked with a split face.

"A friend, what's wrong?"

"Is this your email address?" She glanced at the friends bar next to her, "Only one friend?" Is that the person? ”

"Well, there's a problem?" I don't know what Mrs. Song wants to say, Lin Xiaoxiao is inexplicable.

Old Madam Song suddenly wrinkled her eyebrows, and became angry for no reason: "You steal men behind my grandson's back? ”

Damn, what's going on with this divine unfolding?

Lin Xiaoxiao was extremely depressed: "First, I am not your grandson's mistress, you want me to say it a few times, and second, this is a friend, a friend." ”

"A friend will build a mailbox, just add him? Don't be funny, do you really think I don't understand? I said it's really strange, you are such a watery poplar, how can my grandson like a woman like you, it can't be that you climbed into my grandson's bed with malicious intentions, right? ”

"Your imagination is too good." No matter how much she said to this old lady, it was the same as the duck, Lin Xiaoxiao simply didn't explain, clicked on a file, and looked at it casually.

The actor had already started the show, and Mrs. Song glared at Lin Xiaoxiao again, snorted, and then turned around, but did not forget to continue in her mouth: "Anyway, what you want is your business, but I warn you, if you dare to betray my grandson, I will not let you go." I'll just say that the wild woman outside is not good, let me tell you, my grandson's fiancée is like a phoenix in the sky compared to you, beautiful, temperamental, and noble, and the person is kind and pure......"

Yuan Yuan is still kind and pure, she is really blind, Lin Xiaoxiao rolled her eyes: "Then please grandma must wish them a hundred years of good harmony for me, a hundred sons and thousands of grandchildren." ”

"It doesn't matter if you mean it or not, but I'll tell you, it will!"

Lin Xiaoxiao leaned lazily back in the chair and took out the headphone strap, not wanting to listen to the old lady's nonsense anymore.

In the next two hours, one watched the opera, the other continued to process the documents, and when Lin Xiaoxiao's buttocks were in pain, he just remembered to move, and saw the mobile phone that Mrs. Song put in front of the table ringing.

Mrs. Song was looking at it energetically, and she didn't have time to pick it up, so she asked Lin Xiaoxiao to pick it up for her.

Lin Xiaoxiao glanced at the caller ID, it was Song Yuming, and her eyes lit up, she was about to look for him.

Picking up the phone, Lin Xiaoxiao walked a little farther before answering: "Mayor Song." ”

The person on the other end of the phone paused for a moment, and then a smiling voice came: "It's you, grandma." ”

"She ......" Lin Xiaoxiao glanced at the fascinated old man who was watching, opened his eyes and said nonsense: "Go to the bathroom." ”

Song Yuming was noncommittal, but said: "In the past few days, I've troubled you, delaying you for so much time, my grandma is a little difficult." ”

"No, it's still very pleasant to get along with Mrs. Song." Lin Xiaoxiao continued to open his eyes and talk nonsense, and said a few good words about Mrs. Song one after another, feeling that the sycophants were almost over, before proposing: "Mayor Song, in fact, my work is also very busy, I think, today should be the last day, tomorrow, I can't spare a whole day to accompany Mrs. Song." ”

Song Yuming waited for Lin Xiaoxiao to put forward these words from the first day, but he didn't expect that she would be able to endure for three days, which was a bit unexpected to him, but it was also expected: "Well, I can't help but delay you for too long, but on the old lady's side, I really have no one to stand her for the time being, and I may still have to trouble you." ”

"This ......" Lin Xiaoxiao couldn't help but shout in her heart: "What about your fiancée of Hui Zhenlanxin?" ”

Lin Xiaoxiao swallowed back the one that had reached his mouth in a timely manner, and was quite embarrassed: "I'm sorry, I guess there is really no way, mayor, you also know that I am now in charge of the project of the barren mountain villa area, the new road is built, and Houze Real Estate will build an isolation in the middle, our Lu's area, we can't enjoy the convenience of the new highway at all, this problem must be solved in advance, recently, the following colleagues are busy and dizzy, I still play here all day, definitely not, besides, I am still the person in charge of this project......"

Lin Xiaoxiao's tone was not stiff, and he tried his best to say his embarrassment.

The smile in Song Yuming's voice deepened again: "Since this is the case, there is no way to force it." This tone seems to agree.

Lin Xiaoxiao was stunned, this was different from what she originally expected. (To be continued.) )