Shi Qing didn't know what was going on, and when he saw that Su Cheng didn't speak, he followed directly, and his expression was also very serious.

Upstairs, Su Zhenquan looked at him and squinted: "Leng Xilian's matter, how many tails did you leak outside?" ”

"Your eldest brother's election is imminent, and there can't be any mistakes."

Although Su Zhenquan is old, his aura is not low.

At this moment, there is a hidden trend of sword destruction in the rage.

Su Cheng was surrounded by a cold syrup, and in the face of the old man's accusation, his thin lips lifted lightly: "Shouldn't you ask him how many tails he missed?" ”

"What do you mean? What the hell are you going to do? Su Zhenquan squinted, and he couldn't see through his grandson.

Since Yaoting's death three years ago, he has never been able to see through his grandson's thoughts.

Obviously he was in front of him, and his every move was under his nose, but it was like a layer of fog, and it was faintly becoming more and more difficult to see.

Even now, for example, he couldn't see what he wanted to do.

"You know when you run for office." Su Cheng was shuangping, and his posture was wanton and lazy, as if he didn't care much about Su Zhenquan's eagerness.

Downstairs, Shi Qing was very worried, looking upstairs from time to time, the fourth brother wouldn't be beaten, right?

Grandpa looked very angry.

"Don't worry, your grandfather has that temper, just wait a minute." The old lady looked at her restlessness and smiled comfortingly.

Before Shi Qing could speak, the phone rang, and she saw that it was Uncle Zhao's phone.

It turned out that Jiang Ran sent something to Yunlan Dijing, and asked her if she wanted to send it to the old mansion.

Shi Qing nodded in agreement.

However, he only let him send the Chinese painting.

When the Chinese painting arrived, Sioux City had not even gone downstairs.

The old lady saw someone carrying something in, put down the handkerchief that had been wiped in her hand, and asked suspiciously, "Qingqing, what is this?" ”

Shi Qing heard someone talking behind him, turned his head to see her, put down what he was doing and pushed her.

"This is my thank you gift to my grandfather."

After Shi Qing saw the man put it down, he was about to pay the freight, but the man shook his head directly: "No, no need, young lady, the money has already been paid." ”

Shi Qing put the money in his bag again and said, "Then I'm sorry for you." ”

"Don't bother, then we'll take our leave." The courier quickly exited the room, leaving Shi Qing in the living room to revolve around the painting.

After the people left, the old lady asked, "Thank you?" ”

"Yes." Shi Qing told the old lady about her time in Huaicheng, and she suddenly realized: "I see." ”

After Shi Qing dismantled the painting, a delicately framed Chinese painting was presented.

Kuang Chang...

The cup in the old lady's hand instantly fell to the ground and smashed to pieces.

The slightly hot tea instantly soaked her blanket.

Shi Qing's face was shocked, and he hurriedly ran over to get a paper to wipe, "Grandma, how are you?" ”

"Are there any burns?"

The old lady's dark brown eyes stared at the painting, as if she couldn't feel the pain in her knees, her expression changed unpredictably, and the face of the frightened old Fu Ma behind her changed: "Young lady, look at the old lady first, I'll go get the burn medicine." ”

"Okay." Shi Qing was also frightened, she quickly took the blanket away, and saw that her trousers were not wet, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Quickly went to the sofa next to him and got a blanket to cover her.

The old lady's burns alarmed everyone in the old house.

Su Cheng and Su Zhenquan heard the noisy sound downstairs and rushed downstairs together, Su Cheng saw the broken ceramic pieces on the ground, his eyes sank, and he strode down, "Grandma? ”

Su Zhenquan saw the painting next to him and sighed helplessly.

It's really not good to give it to her in this way.

The old lady was blocked from view, and then she gathered her thoughts, "Girl, this painting... Where did you come from? ”