It seems that this old lady Song really can’t be judged according to the average old man’s house. It’s a bit hod who can’t catch up. For the next day, her brain is full of dotted lines
"Grandma, don’t you worry about traveling by yourself? When are you going back to Beijing?"
Fang Hui slowly chewed spicy dishes and said, "Since I’m here, I’ll naturally stay longer."
"How long was that?"
"Five or six months."
Lin Xiaoxiao suddenly felt very depressed and seemed to be in big trouble.
I promised Song Yu to spend time with his grandmother, and she really agreed in a day or two and a week.
But who knew the truth was so fierce?
A few months. Just kidding.
She has her own job and her own business to do.
She loves Sichuan food when her face is sad, but now she is not in the mood to taste rice or eat well, and she loses her appetite after eating some ordinary rice.
But the old lady Song has a very good appetite. She tasted it slowly and finally ate everything she could. Then she asked Lin Xiaoxiao to take her to the Peking Opera Theatre in A city.
Lin Xiaoxiao never went to go to the opera and didn’t know where the Peking Opera Theatre in A city was. Finally, he searched the map on his mobile phone to find the location.
The old lady in the Song Dynasty listened to the opera in the Peking Opera Theatre for three hours all afternoon. It was almost four o’clock before she was depressed, and then she took Lin Xiaoxiao to a nearby English-style coffee shop.
"It’s digested after eating at noon. Let’s have some afternoon tea to supplement it." She ordered a bunch of desserts and said with a smile.
Lin Xiaoxiao nodded without saying a word that she had resigned herself.
When tea and cake were delivered soon, Mrs. Song looked at the woman opposite and suddenly asked, "How long have you been with my grandson?"
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"You are my grandson’s mistress, aren’t you?" She said with a particularly casual expression as if it were true.
Lin Xiaoxiao stared at her strangely. "You misunderstood that the mayor and I are not that kind."
The old lady Song smiled and waved her slender fingers and played with the super-large sunglasses.
Lin Xiaoxiao felt that she should explain-"I have ordinary business dealings with Mayor Song. I am in charge of the project and I need Mayor Song’s help." She said it was simple but the meaning was correct.
Mrs. Song paused and smiled again. "It’s very helpful."
"It’s not easy for the mayor." At least she thinks so.
The old man across the street scoffed, "Since it’s a trivial matter, it’s over if you sleep with him."
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This old lady is simply
Lin Xiaoxiao can’t speak. In her opinion, this old man who is over 70 years old should be reserved and restrained, but she feels that she is a little wrong and the mistake is very outrageous. She suddenly has some understanding of what Song Yu occasionally shows a headache. Although Mrs. Song is not as dignified and difficult to get close to as ordinary old people, she often goes off the line and doesn’t play cards according to common sense, which will push her sensitive nerves in real time.
Lin Xiaoxiao now has a kind of being stabbed in the thunder point but fighting back to catch the feet.
Soon the cake arrived, and the old lady Song ate it slowly. After a while, she saw Lin Xiaoxiao didn’t move. She took a sip of coffee and casually said, "My grandson already has a fiancee. If you are a mistress, I won’t ask, but if you want to interfere with their feelings and destroy their marriage, then I can’t sit idly by. After all, it’s to Song Jiayu. Do you understand?"
Lin Xiaoxiao looked at her without saying a word.
The old lady Song narrowed her eyes "don’t understand"
Lin Xiaoxiao scoffed and got some liver pain. "Mrs. Song, I already have a boyfriend."
The old lady Song didn’t seem to listen to her words. At her age, have you seen fewer women? There are all kinds of things.
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In the eyes of the old lady Song, now Lin Xiaoxiao is just a little clever. Bai Lian understands the situation and knows to step back and pull a boyfriend who is not rooted as a shield. She really believes it. If she believes it, she can guarantee that Lin Xiaoxiao will turn green tea in a few days.
Don’t have too many pillows.
Mrs. Song took another bite of the cake. The chocolate cake was very sweet and greasy. It was Mrs. Song’s favorite. "No matter what you want, I just woke you up. You can tell my grandson, but if you make him angry or disobey the family because of this, you would be naive. Whether your relatives are relatives or not, it is impossible for a wild woman outside to get the table."
In the end, Xiao Xiao, the two old ladies in Song Dynasty, were particularly cordial and seemed to really feel distressed when Lin Xiaoxiao became a junior.
This old lady Song has been holding the Song family for more than ten years since the death of Master Song. Only this courage and scheming is unmatched by ordinary people.
If you know how to hide the edge, you should be soft and soft, and Song and Yu are the same.
It was a family. Lin Xiaoxiao affirmed this time.
It’s past five o’clock after I came out with the old lady Song for lunch, and it’s close to evening.
When Lin Xiaoxiao looked at it, she had been wandering around all day today, and it was also thanks to the fact that the planning team was all decathlon, otherwise she would have to go back to work overtime now.
When I got to the taxi stop, Lin Xiaoxiao recruited a car and looked at Mrs. Song’s car. Although the old lady was somewhat maverick and didn’t speak very well, she was an elderly elder after all, and she was still alone in a strange city, and she was somewhat uneasy.
Remember the license plate number and the driver’s license name, and don’t forget to remind you to pay attention to safety before you leave.
The old lady Song nodded at random, and her face didn’t care. After saying goodbye, the door told the driver the address.
The car slowly left Lin Xiaoxiao and thought about it. I still felt uneasy and told Song Yu the license plate number and the driver’s name.
The man across the street listened for a long time without speaking.
Lin Xiaoxiao spoke so fast that the other party didn’t remember and said, "I’ll send you a short message later. Did you hear me?"
At the other end of the sentence, the man is lazy. "You are very responsible."
Lin Xiaoxiao paused and turned to "mainly because rich people are not easily kidnapped? I just got rid of the suspicion in advance."
"Before" the other party smiled a little deeply. "Miss Lin is really getting more and more interesting."
It’s not a cat or dog. What’s so interesting?
Lin Xiaoxiao saw that it was getting late and didn’t want to talk to him more. He hurriedly hung up and stopped the car to go home.
Half an hour later, in a different hall of the Song family.
The old lady Song changed into a clean suit and went downstairs to drink a mouthful. The nanny handed Jin Junmei and then picked up the phone and dialed a series of numbers.
"Are you ready for class? You don’t have to spend more time with me when the old lady comes to A city all the way."
"I’m really busy with this job, so please be considerate of your family. Will it be ok for you to wait until you’re finished with this grandma?" Song Yu calmed down as much as possible
"When did you and Miss Lin get together?" The old lady Song suddenly asked.
Suddenly there was no sound at the other end, and the old lady Song moved her eyes and said, "I actually want to know what you think about the marriage of Yuan family. You don’t want to marry Miss Yuan family. Actually, I like Xiao Xiao, although it’s only the first time I’ve seen her, but it feels very comfortable. Of course, if you don’t say it, I can find an opportunity to ask her directly."
"Ask if you want." As soon as a man enters the house, he throws his tie loosely on the sofa.
After a brief chat, the two grandparents hung up.
While Lin Xiaoxiao also went home.
It was dark in the living room. Yan Lang hasn’t come back yet.
