My Secretary is a Little Sweet

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It’s over, isn’t the old man even more angry!

It is a rare filial piety for the daughter-in-law to make clothes for her father-in-law. Now who is willing to make clothes by hand, which is troublesome and takes time.

Moreover, the clothes on Mu Wensheng are obviously very fit, if not to say, Zhao Anan thought it was bought! It can be seen that people who make clothes must have spent a lot of time and effort to do it well.

Zhao An'an felt deeply guilty, she seemed to be in trouble again!

Hope this time don't involve Mu Qing.

Mu Wen was angry, blowing his beard and staring, looking at the lively old lady Zhao who was not far away: "Look at the good granddaughter you taught, I am so mad!"

Mrs. Zhao was not afraid of him at all. She helped Zhao An'an with help and care: "My granddaughter is naturally the best, isn't it all clothes? Really stingy! Our family gives An'an the most expensive clothes. Tear it away!"

Regardless of who is right or wrong, Qi Mu asked for a meal and said, even if he wanted to teach Zhao An'an, it would be back home and closed the door to teach him. Outside, the old lady must have guarded her baby pimples regardless.

Mu Wensheng was gassed by Mrs. Zhao again. He shook his hand and got into his car. He slammed the door and refused to take care of them.

Zhao Anan stood there stunned, but saw a gentle and middle-aged woman coming out of the Mu family and smiled to her: "An An, it's okay, I made the clothes for the old man, and the hand-made ones are inevitably not so strong. You don’t have to go to your heart. I’ll do better for the old man. When the old man is happy, he will naturally forget about it."

Zhao Anan knew the person in front of her. She was Mu Qing’s aunt. She didn’t know what her name was. She only knew that she was also a doctor, but she never knew she would make clothes!

Zhao Anan had only seen her once and had a very shallow impression on her, but at this moment she thought she was really good.

She tore the clothes she had worked so hard to make and said that the quality of the clothes was not enough. As a result, she was not angry at all, and comforted her in turn.

An An Zhao was immediately grateful, and he shouted "Auntie" smoothly. After she called, she realized that she followed Muqing!

But all of them are called, can't I take back the three words "Auntie Aunt" again?

Her face was reddish and she was ashamed: "I'm really sorry, it's because I'm too reckless, Grandpa Mu wants to go, I pulled him to not let him go, and the result was that the old man's clothes were torn by accident It's broken. I don't have a big deal, and I speak straight, don't worry about it!"

The middle-aged woman heard the words and was a little surprised to see Zhao An'an's eyes.

She remembers the first time she saw Zhao An'an, she was not big or small, she didn't look calm at all, she was like a boy.

How is the change so much now, not only well-dressed and polite, but also gentler and calmer in speaking, and knowing that sincere apology is really rare.

She didn't know that Zhao An'an was the same kind of madman a month ago. The reason why she looks calmer now, and it's safer to talk, is all because she became the principal of University X. I was forced to learn.

If she talked so loudly in school, those who had been deputy headmasters of age would never listen to her!

Zhao Zhao could not be the same as Mrs. Zhao. She didn't give Mujia face at all. She smiled and walked to Zhao An'an. She said to the middle-aged woman with familiar tone: "Jing Shu, An'an was spoiled by me. She must have caused trouble again. The clothes you made have always been the best. This time they were destroyed by An An. I'm afraid I have to go back and do more for the old man! I see that the old man really likes the clothes you made. !"

The middle-aged woman smiled suddenly: "It's okay, I think An'an is pretty good. The longer I look, the more beautiful I am! There must be nothing wrong with my dad. The old man is very cozy. I also like to make clothes for his old man. I’m poor at craftsmanship, so I’ll make a few more, and I’ll make it stronger next time!”

A few people said a few more words before they dispersed, and each got into their own car and went back to their own home.

As soon as Zhao Anan got home, he was slapped by Mrs. Zhao on his back.

She exaggerated "Ouch" and shouted loudly: "Grandma, are you trying to murder the granddaughter!"

"Who says you are my granddaughter, and your mom picked it up by me, you picked it up even more!"

The old lady was very anxious and said nothing.

Zhao Zhao beside her shouted dissatisfiedly: "Mom--"

If you teach Zhao An'an, let's teach Zhao An'an. Why do you want to pull her in and say that she picked it up?

The old lady thought her daughter wanted to plead for her granddaughter. She glared at her and said in a cold voice: "Shut up!"

Zhao Zhao had to shut his mouth obediently.

Although the old lady was in her old age, not only did she lose her power, but she became more and more intimidating. With this stare, even Zhao Zhao was frightened by her, and her liver fluttered.

"What's going on today? Why did you tear the old man's clothes?!"

The old lady was very angry. This granddaughter didn’t let her worry one day. She could tell so many things when she talked to Mu Wensheng. A girl’s house tears off her sleeves and trousers !

Are you going to pull a young and handsome guy? What the **** of an old man!

Zhao An'an was dissatisfied and said, choking his neck: "I just pulled his sleeve lightly, and it fell off. It can't be relied on me! His clothes were originally the kind of linen cloth that was not strong, and it was handmade. Sewn, not strong!"

"Nonsense!" The old lady didn't believe Zhao An'an's remarks. Even if the clothes on Mu Wensheng's body were not strong, they wouldn't break if pulled, that's not fabric, it's paper!

"Even if the jacket was accidentally ripped by you, what about his pants? How did you tear one leg in half?"

Zhao An'an felt a little guilty, and he couldn't say anything.

She couldn't always say that it was her dead skinny thigh that held Mu Wensheng not letting him go, but when he stood up, he accidentally damaged his pants?

If grandma knows that she is so quietly begging for help, and still for Mu Qing, she must break her leg tonight.

However, Zhao An'an did not say that it did not mean that Mrs. Zhao could not guess.

Not only is she savvy, but she knows Zhao Anan very well. When she refused to speak, she asked directly: "Are you staying today to talk to that old thing, is it for Muqing?"