"You don't have to worry too much. There is an old saying in the ancients that children and grandchildren have their own good fortune. What's more, when they grow up together, you can't separate them from each other." The Secretary said.
Miss Jiang's eyes flashed a touch of worry and said slowly, "I hope their affection is deep enough."
Secretary again said: "you see, Xiaoxiao recently sent a micro blog, now it has spread on the Internet, public opinion seems to have begun to turn around."
Ms. Jiang took the mobile phone and looked at it carefully. After a long time, she dropped her eyes and didn't say a word.
On the other side, in the study.
Simao City's calm face showed a rare shock. He looked at the old man in front of him in disbelief. His lips trembled, but he could not say a word for a long time.
The old man's turbid eyes looked directly at him and said in a deep voice, "think for yourself."
Si Mo City silent for a long time, slowly way: "I know."
The words fall, division old man son did not say more, rise to leave.
He came out of the study, Li Xiaoxiao quickly stood up and looked at him rigidly.
The old man took a look at the wound on her face and left without a glance. As soon as he left, Li Xiaoxiao immediately ran into the study. He saw that Si Mo Cheng was sitting on the sofa, and his face was not very good.
"What did grandfather say? What's the matter with you? " Li Xiaoxiao asked nervously.
Si Mo City this just returned to God, on her eye's concern, suddenly stretched out his hand, pulled her into his arms, tightly hugged her: "Xiaoxiao."
Her body has a light sweet, like fruit sugar, not greasy, very good smell.
He buried his head in the socket of her neck, and she could not see his face.
Li Xiaoxiao can feel his uneasiness. He doesn't know what his grandfather said to him.
She reached out and touched his head gently and said in a warm voice, "don't be afraid. I've been there all the time."
Hearing this, he was stiff.
"Xiaoxiao, if..."
He spoke slowly, as if every word was particularly difficult.
Li Xiaoxiao's eyes flashed a blur of confusion. After waiting for a while, he could not help but whisper: "if you don't want to say it, you don't have to say it."
Si Mo City hangs down Mou son to answer a: "en."
Light stubble rub her neck a little pain, a little itch, she heard him whispered: "I will not let you go."
Li Xiaoxiao did not understand and asked in a low voice, "where am I going?"
He didn't answer. He just held her for a long time.
*
shortly after Ms. Jiang left, the Secretary's mobile phone rang.
After hanging up the phone, he looked at Ms. Jiang and said, "Miss Tang Qiqiao wants to see you."
Ms. Jiang frowned and said in a deep voice, "she has a good sense of courage. When the Tang family makes such a thing, she wants to see me at this juncture."
The Secretary pondered and said: "for the time being, I'm not sure if she knows that this is what Tang Ziyan did."
"Well, don't you know that?" Ms. Jiang leaned against the seat back and spoke faintly.
"The evidence has been sent to Mr. Tang, but the other party has not yet made a statement."
"See you then." Ms. Jiang said slowly.
"Yes, from two thirty to three in the afternoon. You have half an hour." The Secretary checked the itinerary.
It's two thirty in the afternoon.
Tang Qiqiao appeared in the box of a coffee shop on time, waiting for Ms. Jiang to arrive.
In order to leave a good impression on the mother of Sima City, she carefully cleaned up herself, not publicity, not coquettish, everything was just right.