Loyal Husband, Be Gentle Please

And because Shen Liang's identity was too sensitive … She felt that no one was willing to take over this matter, and the editor spoke to her once again. The main point was that this matter with Li Hongye could not be investigated publicly, if this news was to be done, then it had to be done secretly, and under the condition of being able to guarantee her safety.

She could only push this matter to the back of her mind. In his hands, he would continue to investigate when he found the opportunity.

An Hao walked out of the office immediately. What surprised her was that she did not see Xia Lan at the office, maybe because she had gone out to run the news, preventing them from feeling awkward when meeting each other.

Looking at the time, it was already 4 PM. She called Chen Xiyang to confirm that it was 6 o'clock in the afternoon when she arrived at the Meo Ao Chinese Restaurant and took a taxi home.

As soon as he entered the house, he saw his grandma standing under the grape rack, picking grapes. She was already filled to the brim with grapes.

"Gran, did you pick so many raisins?"

Hearing the sound, Grandma An turned around in shock, then frowned: "It's only been a few days, why are you so thin? You don't have a good time with your wife? "

An Hao subconsciously looked down at her body. If her grandmother did not say anything, she would not have noticed that she had lost weight.

She smiled and hugged her grandma's neck as she acted like a spoiled child, "I'm just losing weight. Look at the results. After my tummy is gone, do you think I'll be even slimmer and prettier?"

"What are you doing losing weight?" Grandma An rolled her eyes and raised her hand to continue picking the grapes. "You weren't that fat before. Now that you have lost so much flesh, only bones are left, how pretty can you be?"

An Hao pouted his lower lip, extended his hand and took a grape and placed it in his mouth. He once again asked in puzzlement: "You picked that many raisins? A long time will break it. "

"I'm not leaving it. I'll pack it up and send it over to A Lang later …"

"Ah Lang?" An Hao was confused: "Who is it?"

"He's the young master from the Grandma Su next door." Grandma An looked at the grapes in the bowl and felt that it was about time, he started walking towards the house: "He might be leaving soon, he's busy with work, he probably won't be back here for a long time. I saw that he likes to eat our grapes, no matter what, he won't have enough, so I picked more for him to go back and eat."

"So what if you're a young master? You're still a young master, aren't you?" An Hao followed beside his grandmother, and continuously reached for his grapes, "Since when did you have such a good relationship with him? It's a nickname and a farewell gift. "

"What are you saying?" Grandma An rolled his eyes at her: "He has helped us a lot. The day before yesterday, our fuse broke and he helped us change it into a new one."

An Hao felt that she needed to re-recognize the "fuerdai" setting. Was there a fuerdai like Lin Lang? She had lived in a slum like this for days, and she could even ride a broken bicycle all the way through the streets. Now she was told that he could fix fuses?

He should be a fake fuerdai, right?

Oh right, he was worried that she might have helped her buy a piece of clothing worth over a thousand yuan. If he didn't notify her to return the money in time, it would actually fit the atmosphere of a rich second-generation.