Chapter 1489： so anomalous

"Snapped"

Sun Qiuyun was so horrified that she scratched her hand. The glass ashtray on the coffee table hit the ground and shattered. Sang Huaiyuan was equally horrified.

How could it be Sang Liangjie?

It's not that they praised their sons, but that Liangjie was really filial, filial and sensible, and especially loved and loved the old lady. In those years, the family was very hard, and they could not guarantee three meals. Add a few extra pieces of sweet potatoes, but sweet potatoes aren't available for every meal.

Liangjie was only six or seven years old at the time. Every day, he followed a group of older children to the suburbs to dig for sweet potatoes that the farmers had missed. He was lucky enough to find a few small sweet potatoes, but sometimes none of them. He was even snatched away by the older children. A beat.

But Liangjie himself was reluctant to eat the sweet potatoes he had worked so hard to find. He only drank gruel every meal, saving the sweet potatoes for their adults, and always said that he was full.

How could such a sensible and filial child hurt his grandmother?

Kill them and don't believe it!

But this time, his son's behavior after his return was really wrong, as if he had changed his personality. Sang Huaiyuan was in a heavy heart. He wondered what happened to his son when he was outside all these years.

Sun Qiuyun couldn't help shaking her head and said repeatedly: "Impossible... How could Liangjie... I don't believe it..."

The old lady sighed and said sadly, "I don't believe it either, but it's Liangjie, is this child stimulated? Huaiyuan, you should call his tutor and ask, it's too wrong."

Thinking of Sang Liangjie's hideous face and blood-red eyes before, the old lady shuddered and felt scared for the first time.

She is not afraid of death, but is worried that after her grandson kills her, she will be condemned and cast aside by the world. That kind of public opinion pressure is not something ordinary people can afford.

She is even more worried that her grandson will be used by bad people, and if she does something she can't regret on the spur of the moment, she will live in conscience and self-criticism for the rest of her life.

"Yes, yes, call the tutor to ask clearly, Senior Brother Sun and Liangjie are inseparable, so they must know something."

Sang Huaiyuan hurriedly called Sang Liangjie's mentor, who was also his senior brother. When Sang Liangjie first selected his mentor, Sang Huaiyuan recommended his senior brother, who was an internationally renowned economist.

Because he was worried about his son, Sang Huaiyuan didn't chat with his senior brother, so he asked Sang Liangjie what was going on.

Professor Sun was inexplicable, "Why are you cursing your own son during the Chinese New Year? Liangjie ate well, slept well, and succeeded in his studies has a bright future, what could happen?"

"Isn't it really stimulated? For example, things are not going well at work or in relationships?" Sang Huaiyuan asked suspiciously.

"I think you're only stimulated. Liangjie is all right. This time abroad, several well-known companies want to hire Liangjie, but your son has refused, saying that he wants to return to China for development. As for the relationship, there are a lot of girls. I want to marry your son, but your son said that if you don't consider personal problems before the age of 30, what problems can you have!"

Professor Sun was at a loss. He called and asked these strange questions on the first day of the new year. Has his brain flooded?

"By the way, the day before Liangjie returned, he deliberately took a leave of absence to buy gifts on the street. The list was densely packed. Did you receive any gifts? Those were all bought by Liangjie himself."

Professor Sun and Sang Huaiyuan were joking with an envious tone. Other people's sons are so sensible and filial, unlike his two sons, who only contact him when they ask for money.

The girl has no conscience, other people's homes are thoughtful little padded jackets, hum, his family's jackets are specially designed to poke the heart, alas!

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