"I came out of the Fu family's old mansion, but I am the one in charge of the garden. The gardener who cultivates the soil, the gardener who prunes and the worker who irrigates the canal, where is it called knowledge, but it is a job, and he does his best to serve the flowers and plants in the garden, and coax the old lady to show a smile. ”

Uncle Tang stood on his side with his hands down, modestly playing Tai Chi, "What Miss Wen wants to ask, I naturally know everything." ”

"Uncle Tang should have learned about my life experience from Mrs. Fu. On the day I was born, my grandfather was in a car accident on his way to the hospital to give birth. ”

Wen Yabao carefully considered the words and asked cautiously, "I am still in infancy, and I don't know what happened at that time. When I grew up, my mother had passed away, my grandmother never mentioned it, and my aunt didn't know anything. I only heard that it is Zhong Ming Dingshi, an unspeakably expensive rich family. ”

She paused in embarrassment, and finally said with difficulty, "Uncle Tang...... Have you ever heard of where this happened? ”

"Now that the dust has settled on the past, why does Miss Wen bother to uncover Old Madam Wen's wound and hurt it again?"

Uncle Tang prevaricated her, "I can help Miss Wen inquire, but after more than 20 years, I may not be able to inquire about anything." ”

"Uncle Tang, just try, I don't have your way, and you know more people than me, so I can only ask you." Wen Yabao Fu Shi entrusted this matter to Uncle Tang, "Just do your best." ”

When she said this, Uncle Tang seemed deliberate to refuse, so he could only respond with a smile.

"If Miss Wen has no other instructions, I'll go down and prepare dinner first." A layer of cold sweat broke out on Uncle Tang's forehead.

Wen Yabao nodded, and Uncle Tang quickly left downstairs.

Shocked and wiped a handful of cold sweat from his forehead, and after calming down, Uncle Tang took out his mobile phone from his pocket.

Dial out a number, "Old lady, Miss Wen seems to be beginning to suspect the perpetrator of the car accident with Mr. Wen, what do you think should be done?" ”

The other end of the phone just whispered, "Got it." ”

Without giving him any other tasks or asking him what to do next, he hung up the phone.

Uncle Tang stared at his phone with a worried face and sighed.

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Terrace on the second floor.

Wen Yabao stared at the lemon tart on the plate for a long time before picking up the spoon and taking a small bite.

The sweet and greasy taste spreads in the mouth, and it is extremely sour and sweet...... The greasy throat was almost glued together.

Fu Shiye's taste is really heavy.

You don't need to check the ingredient list to know how high the calories of this lemon tart are.

100 million butter, 100 million sugar.

I feel that Fu Shiye knows how to maintain a healthy person, and he actually likes such a non-healthy lemon tart.

After taking a bite, Wen Yabao pushed the plate aside and put down the spoon.

It's so tired.

Wen Yabao drank a whole cup of black tea before completely suppressing the sweetness in his throat.

Fu Shiye's taste ...... It's really heavy, it's a bit weird.

Wen Yabao flipped out the copy on her phone, she didn't have time to read the content carefully, first found out the reporter's name, and typed it into the browser's search box.

Wang Hao is currently the editor-in-chief of Shengjing Daily.

Wen Yabao carefully checked his resume and found that Wang Hao was promoted very quickly all the way.

Seven years ago, he was promoted to the position of editor-in-chief.

When she was born, Wang Hao was also an intern reporter for Shengjing Daily.

Even if you can successfully ask someone out, you may not be able to knock him open.

Coincidentally, the report on the fire in Beicheng Central Hospital was also signed by intern reporter Wang Hao.