I picked up my daughter-in-law in the cemetery [Entertainment]

The two rummaged through boxes and cabinets, and transferred all the accounts that could be transferred.There are only some real estate, stocks, and bonds that cannot be dealt with.

Tang Ling smacked her lips, feeling unfinished.

Han Zhuo dug out several car keys and gave them to Tang Ling: "Go to his garage to find out if you like it, drive away if you like it, and take photos of the rest, and put them up for auction in charity organizations."

Tang Ling: "Old man Du, I'm familiar with it. I can shoot it today."

"Is there anything you want in this room?"

"No, disgusting." Tang Ling replied.

Tang Fang was lying on the ground and almost spat out a mouthful of old blood, stealing things and thinking that things were dirty, I have never seen it before.

Han Zhuo nodded: "At that moment we sold all his valuables."

"Okay!" Tang Ling was happy.

The Tangling flower flies away like a butterfly.

Tang is like a pig's liver, so angry that he is dying.

Han Zhuo squatted on the ground, put the knife sheath against his chin to make him look up, and said with a smile:

"Don't be angry, donating to charity is considered good deeds. Others don't have the money to donate if they want to donate."

Seeing Tang Fang's vicious eyes, Han Zhuo blinked, and the sound of Jin Ming sounded, and the knife light came straight to his eyes.

Tang Fang was so frightened that he closed his eyes, his whole body trembled like chaff, and liquid flowed out from under his body.

When he opened his eyes again, there was a pile of black hair on the ground.

The top of his head was chilly, and he felt that his scalp seemed to be a little red.

"Tsk, it's rusty, the knife almost missed." Han Zhuo said dissatisfied.

From the mirror on the opposite side, Tang Fang saw that he was completely bald without a trace of hair left.

Han Zhuo pressed the knife against his chin again, Tang Fang burst into tears, and fear finally appeared in his eyes.

"If it's not enough, I think your lifeline is quite redundant, so I shaved it for you by the way?"

Tang Fang desperately shook his head.

Tang Ling bounced back, held up her mobile phone to show Han Zhuo the notice of the successful auction, and looked at Tang Fang who was crying so hard, she felt more and more sick.

After a while, the staff of the charity auction house arrived. Han Zhuo took Tang Fang's ID and took a few staff members to count the supplies. After a while, the truck transported a large number of goods and left the villa.

The villa was empty at this time, as if it had just been renovated.

"Oh, I forgot to mention Mr. Tang, I have already handed over the news that you donated tens of millions of assets to the magazine, and you will be published in the newspaper soon. You have to thank me for how much you have done for your good reputation."

After hearing this, Tang Fang collapsed on the ground in despair.

"Go back." Tang Ling grabbed Han Zhuo's hand.

Han Zhuo followed her and suddenly remembered something, and said to Tang Fang:

"Young Master Tang, if your father and third uncle had such a high level of consciousness as you, they wouldn't be so unlucky."

Hearing this, Tang Fang felt even more horrified and utterly terrified.

Han house.

Han Gong had a rare tone of disapproval: "Miss, why bother to go to such lengths? If you really want to deal with Tang Fang, there are many ways to make him disappear directly."

Han Zhuo threw out a little ghost dumpling.

This thing was originally eaten by the evil big monster. After the big monster died, the aura that had not been digested and absorbed gathered and turned into little ghost balls one by one. The people of the Han family usually took it with them and raised it until the aura was sufficient. If you are proficient, you can let them die.

Because it is formed by the gathering of aura, the little ghost dumpling is pure and lively in nature, and can change color, Tang Ling especially likes it.The one thrown by Han Zhuo bounced on the table in front of Tang Ling. Tang Ling reached out to tease it, and it ran away shyly.

Seeing Tang Ling running to chase the little ghost dumpling, Han Zhuo said, "We want to be law-abiding citizens, and we are very happy to participate in such a personal revenge. Don't you think she is very lively when she comes back today?"

Tang Ling finally caught the little ghost dumpling, and the dumpling struggled desperately in her hands, making a grunt of protest. Tang Ling handed it to Han Gong, smiling with crooked eyes:

"Uncle, Tuanzi will dance for Uncle."

The little ghost dumpling began to rub against her palm resignedly.

Han Gong's tense face softened, he stretched out his hand to scratch the dumpling, and the dumpling purred comfortably.

All right, as long as Miss and Miss Tang are happy.

……

With these tedious things in the past, the Spring Festival is coming.

This is also the first time that Tang Ling spent the Spring Festival with so many people.

Aunt Wang and Han Xi bought lanterns, couplets, window grilles, and a lot of decorations. Han Cai came back from other places and heard that Tang Ling was living at home, so he bought a big bag of dessert milk tea.

On the morning of New Year's Eve, Han Zhuo knocked on Tang Ling's door.

After a period of treatment, Tang Ling no longer had to hug Han Zhuo to fall asleep every day.If Han Zhuo asked if they wanted to sleep together, she would be shy and push Han Zhuo out.

Han Zhuo felt very relieved that the child was sensible.

The door opened, and Tang Ling just woke up, eyes bleary.

Han Zhuo smiled when he saw her appearance, and couldn't help saying: "I'm still like a child when I grow up."

Tang Ling rolled her eyes and stretched out her hand: "Hug."

Han Zhuo didn't feel that there was anything wrong, so he stretched out his arms to hug her, and with a little effort, he hugged the koala-like female star.

Only then did she feel something was wrong.No matter how light Tang Ling was, her slender waist and long legs reminded Han Zhuo that she was already an adult.

Han Zhuo quickly put her down.

Tang Ling tilted her head to look at her suspiciously.

Han Zhuo was a little unnatural, but he was relieved when he saw the bag he brought over.

"Today's New Year's Eve, here are your new clothes."

When the bag was opened, it was a large red sweater with a beautiful golden word "pocket" embroidered on the chest.

Tang Ling couldn't put it down: "Did you weave it?"

Only then did she realize that Han Zhuo was also wearing the same red sweater, with a golden "Zhuo" on the chest.

Alas!Couple outfit!

Tang Ling held her clothes and buried her face in it, why was she a little shy, it was not at all like her style of chasing after people as she said.

Han Zhuo: "No, it's hairy. You know he stays in the concierge every day, which is rather boring. Oh, by the way, other people have it too!"

Tang Ling: ...

Well, thanks for fafa.

Changing into a sweater, Tang Ling came to the yard and saw Han Fa posting couplets with "Fa", Han Cai with "Cai" followed Han Fa to post couplets, Da Xizi with "Hi" was busy After busy, full of energy.

When I came to the restaurant, I saw Han Gong in a red sweater making coffee, with a small bow tie on his sweater collar.

Tang Ling thought the bow tie looked good, so she pointed it out to Han Zhuo.

Han Zhuo explained with a smile: "Because Uncle Gong needs something to prove that he is a housekeeper, unlike the other fools."

Han Gong bowed, smiled and brought coffee to Han Zhuo and milk to Tang Ling.

During the day, Tang Ling and Xi Facai decorated the whole courtyard in a very festive way. They laughed and made noises, and they were very happy.

Aunt Wang made several old-fashioned Beijing-style pastries, and when the pot was boiling, the fragrance was wafting, and the few people who were busy yelled to eat pastries again.

As soon as Tang Ling entered the living room, Han Zhuo came out with some jujube cakes: "Open your mouth."

Tang Ling opened her mouth.

The aroma of jujube paste instantly filled the mouth and nasal cavity, and Han Zhuo's blue eyes were full of smiles:

"Aunt Wang made jujube cake for five yuan. You eat it secretly. Don't let them see it."

Tang Ling ate the cake, she couldn't stop staring at her tenderly.

She is so nice.

In winter in the capital, night falls quickly, the light strips of the Han house are lit up, and there are also colorful lights that a few people have been entangled all day, shining stars and stars in this world.

The capital does not allow firecrackers to be set off, so several people piled up rows of electronic firecrackers all over the yard, and they ping-pong-pong colorfully and happily.

Han Zhuo looked at Tang Ling whose eyes were glowing, and threw out three or four little ghost dumplings, turning them red, and rubbed them around Tang Ling.

Aunt Wang shouted in the hall: "Eat dumplings!"

Xi Facai shouted loudly: "Eat dumplings! Chinese New Year!"

The steaming dumplings were served on the table, and there was a feeling of being crowded on the small table. The little red people sitting in a circle raised their glasses and shouted New Year blessings to each other, wishing the new year , All wishes come true, everything goes well, good health, good luck!

Han Xi shouted: "Good things come in pairs! Get married early! Happy son!"

Han Gong slapped him on the head, Han Fa slapped him, and Han Cai slapped him across the head.

Tang Ling blushed inexplicably, and gave Han Xi his favorite sauced pig's trotters, and Han Xi was moved to tears.

The Spring Festival Gala was on TV, and various celebrities appeared on stage. Several people sang a song, and the Internet was undoubtedly full of joy. Which celebrity was invited to the Spring Festival Gala, and the fans were tougher than others, which at least proved that my idol was on fire.

Tang Ling watched the TV with no expression on her face.

Han Zhuo was eating melon, watching TV and Tang Ling at the same time, and said:

"Doudou."

Tang Ling immediately had an expression on her face, and looked at her happily.

Han Zhuo: "Do you want melon?"

Tang Ling looked down, took her hand, and ate the leftover half of melon in her hand.

Han Zhuo: ...why do you feel that the child is getting more and more stupid.

Aunt Wang was getting old, so she went back to her room to rest after ringing the bell. The four of Gong Xi Fa Cai played mahjong to watch the new year. Both Han Zhuo and Tang Ling said they wanted to sleep instead of staying up late.

After returning to her room, Tang Ling lay on the bed, took out her phone, and logged into Weibo.

It would be a lie to say that she doesn't care about it at all, after all, it is a career she loves.I saw so many acquaintances on the stage of the Spring Festival Gala today - if nothing happened, she should be there too.

She started looking through Weibo news in December, and the more she looked, the more serious her face became.

There was no news about Tang Ling's accident in Tibet.

If there is no news report of a homicide, it is common for celebrities to disappear for a period of time to recharge their batteries, or go on vacation without being exposed to public view, and fans have no way of finding them.

In particular, Tang Ling has no relatives, and no one will desperately look for her.

She couldn't get in touch with a few friends, and she didn't think that they might be gone. She just thought that Tang Ling had lost contact for a while, or wanted to cut off contact.

The most ruthless thing is that when her former company announced the termination statement, it logged into her Weibo account and expressed a speech in her own voice, thanking the company, I will take a rest for a while, and see you all fans.It is a personal act to completely admit that Tang Ling is out of public view.

In this way, no one will care about where Tang Ling is, whether he is dead or alive.

The news about her on Weibo, apart from the fact that there are still people who are conscientiously slandering her and the gold master, her fans are shouting, Tang Ling is coming back soon, we want to see you.

She was indeed abandoned.

But not by the world, but by the company and those who put pressure on the company. They think they can be socially and substantively obliterated by them at will.

Except for fans and black fans, no one cares about whether and when she will come back.

If not sister.

When Han Zhuo's door was knocked, she had just come out of the bathroom.

Seeing Tang Ling in pajamas standing outside, she quickly opened the door: "It's so cold outside, why are you wearing so little?"

Tang Ling was pulled in forcefully by her, and she closed the door. The warmth of the room instantly cut off the ice and snow outside the door.

In front of him, Han Zhuo had just finished taking a shower, only wearing a bathrobe, revealing a large area of ​​snow-white skin below the collarbone, his hair was wet and draped to one side, his eyes and lips were moist, and he looked lustful and lustful. A capital seduction.

Tang Ling swallowed, and put her arms around Han Zhuo's neck.