Sir, Please Conduct Yourself

Tang Xiao gave a little smile and said, "Hello, uncle. My name is Tang Xiao. I'm mu Yunshen's wife."

Xiao Zhan was stunned, a little surprised.

I didn't expect that mu Yunshen was married

Jingyu, if nothing had happened, would have reached the age of marriage. Unexpectedly

Thinking of this, Xiao Zhan's eyes suddenly turned red, and his heart was filled with emotion. He nodded to Mu Yun deeply, "OK, OK, I'll take my mind. Please worry about it."

Mu Yun deep hook hook lips, "Uncle polite."

Then he took Tang Xiao's hand and walked away.

Xiao Zhan looked at the figure of the two people close together, and felt a little sour for a while.

Just as he was about to leave, the corner of his eye glimpsed a young woman in a plain white dress. Her eyes were red, and she was putting on a posture of pear blossom with rain. She called him, "Uncle Xiao."

Xiao Zhan frowned and stopped her way. "Who are you?"

He didn't remember which family's daughter he had such a friend?

Tan Jing bowed, "I'm Jing Yu's girlfriend."

Xiao Zhan gave her a light goodbye. Somehow he was tired of listening to this voice. He gave a cold hum and ordered his servant to push him away. He didn't have half a minute to listen to her.

Tan Jing's face suddenly collapsed. Originally, she had planned a lot of words, but she didn't expect that the old man should be so shameless.

The slender fingers gradually clenched into fists.

Xiao Zhan narrowed his eyes and asked coldly, "what's the origin of this woman?"

The servant whispered in Xiao Zhan's ear, "master, she's Tan Jing, a second-line actress."

Xiao Zhan snorted scornfully. He didn't take Tan Jing to heart at all. Instead, he said coldly, "it's just an actor."

After a pause, he added, "watch closely. Don't let her have other intentions."

The servant obeyed, "yes."

The funeral went on smoothly and orderly until the end. At about eight o'clock in the night, the guests scattered one after another, but Tang Xiao clearly saw through the back and forth crowd that Xiao Jingye was still on his knees.

Mu Yunshen followed her eyes and knew what the girl was thinking, so he rubbed the top of her hair and said, "let's go."

Tang Xiaoxiao whispered, "then... Does he really intend to kneel all the time?"

Mu Yun deep pursed two thin lips, the eye bottom flashed a strange light, "some things let him digest."

Then he rubbed Tang Xiao into his arms and said, "let's go."

Two people drive away, in the dark, Xiao Jingye's resolute straight back looks a little lonely.

On the way home, Tang Xiao hesitated for a long time before he said, "what did Xiao Jingye do wrong? Why does his father have to do this at the funeral? "

Mu Yunshen twisted the steering wheel, looked at the front calmly, and said in a cold voice, "Uncle Xiao won't do this for no reason, this time it's really the bad boy's fault."

Tang Xiao is more curious. He reaches for his chin and thinks, "what did he do?"

Tang Xiao couldn't figure out what was more important than his son's funeral, which could make Mr. Xiao furious on such an occasion.

Mu Yunshen did not answer the question, "what kind of person do you think he is?"

Tang Xiao slightly a Leng Zheng, hang down the head to earnest a Wu.

He? Xiao Jingye?

"I think I'm a very responsible person, and I saved my life last time. The shooting method is so good. I listen to cowhide."

With that, Tang Xiao's face was filled with admiration.

Mu Yun deeply pulled the corners of her lips, lightly interrupted the pink fantasy in her mind, "he didn't take the initiative to be a soldier, this is what his father meant."