Rebirth 1993: I am not a white lotus

Chapter 962 Tiger Flying Gorge (1)

To deal with Liang Jing, in fact, there is only one move to lure the snake out of its hole.

Hearing that her former mother-in-law was going to the hot springs to recuperate, Liang Jing, who stayed at home behind closed doors, checked out all the hot springs overnight.

She agreed with Ding Yunfeng, the old lady is old and weak, it is impossible for her to go too far alone.

There are good hot springs in Hufei Gorge, more than 200 miles away from the capital.

Regardless of the decline of the Jiang family, the prestige left by the son of the Jiang family is still there, and there are still many people who can help her.

When she drove behind Gu Tiehua's car, she didn't know that she was being followed.

The person Gu Mo sent to follow Liang Jing found that there seemed to be another group of people following her, so he reported the situation to Gu Mo.

"Dad, there are two groups of people behind you. In addition to Liang Jing, there is another group of people I am investigating. The information I have now is that the target of that group should be Liang Jing."

"You just proceed as planned. Hufei Gorge is our own property, and the people inside are carefully selected by Xiaoxiao herself. Mrs. Jiang is safe there."

Gu Tiehua put down the phone, walked to the side of the car with a relaxed expression, and said to the old lady who was still dozing inside, "Aunt Jiang, we're here."

"Oh!" The old lady woke up suddenly, looked out of the car window, and immediately fell in love with the green and green scenery in front of her.

"Where is this place?" She spent the day in a daze. She only felt that she had been in the car for a long time, and she thought it was a long way to go.

"Gu Mo's villa."

"Yo, your son has such a big house, yet he still thinks about those rags in my house. It's all your fault for not educating him well."

Mrs. Jiang's face turned dark immediately, and she didn't know if the Gu family's ancestral tomb was built on a geomantic land. A group of lumps of wood unexpectedly gave birth to a cunning boy who could do business.

Mrs. Jiang really loves and hates Gu Mo's liking.

She only wished that she hadn't found her own granddaughter earlier and married her to Gu Mo, so that the little bastard's property would become hers, making him think about his few antiques all day long.

Gu Tiehua smirked and helped his glasses. He did not educate Gu Mo very much, and he was basically the type who only gave birth but did not raise them.

If Liu Qing hadn't had an accident in the end, he would still be living in his own spiritual world, still ignoring his son.

There are a lot of people who come here to recuperate. Most of them, like Mrs. Jiang, have worked hard all their lives and suffered from all kinds of problems. They suffer from back pain and leg pain and stiff limbs under cloudy weather and rain. Bubble hot springs are good for their bones and joints.

But there are also some noble ladies. Their lives are monotonous and boring. After playing mahjong round after round, they go to places with beautiful mountains and rivers to take a comfortable bath. The days are not too good.

Avoiding the cars at the door, Gu Tiehua helped the old lady into the lobby on the first floor, Shen Qingyin who was standing in the corner turned her head inadvertently, her eyes rested on Jiang old lady.

Seeing her looking over, Song Man smiled and nodded slightly.

Shen Qingyin looked at the silver-haired old lady Jiang in surprise.

"Aunt Jiang, take a rest here first, I'll take the package into the room." The old lady said that she was dizzy and wanted to sit at the door to take a breath before going in.

Shen Qingyin hurried forward, holding a pot of freshly brewed green tea in her hand.

"Grandma, please drink water."

After sitting in the car for a long time, Mrs. Jiang was indeed a little uncomfortable. Hearing the gentle greeting, she slightly opened her eyes and looked at Qingyin.

"Girl, your voice is really nice."

It's good to be young. I think when she was young, she had the title of Lark of the Army and could sing hundreds of folk songs. She was so beautiful back then. Who would have thought that Wanniang would be alone.

(End of this chapter)