At this time, Tang Weiyun suddenly frowned and said, "Old Madam, do you feel that the figure of the head coach seems familiar!"

The location of Tang's house is not in the front, at least ten meters away from the position of the head coach, so they can't see clearly.

At this moment, it was said that not only Mrs. Tang, but also Luo Chengkun, Yun Qihai and the others took out their presbyopic glasses and put them on their noses to watch carefully.

"Well, this figure seems very familiar, where have we seen it before?"

The old lady of the Tang family had a thoughtful look on her face.

"Yeah, I also feel familiar, why can't I remember?" Luo Chengkun and Yun Qihai looked at each other, both of them were puzzled.

People like them have better IQs than ordinary people and have a good memory.

You can't be wrong if you ask yourself.

Since it looks familiar, I must have seen it somewhere.

Only Tang Ping frowned slightly at this moment, and with thin lips, said coldly: "How can you people know my future husband? He is a myth of the Ministry of War, a living legend, and he will not have any communication with you on weekdays! "

Hearing Tang Ping's words, although everyone was not satisfied, they nodded involuntarily.

Tang Ping was right!

Who is the head coach? Everyone is definitely not qualified to meet on weekdays.

At this time, Tang Qing, who was at the front, poured a cup of tea for the head coach with a look of hospitality.

Although he was the third leader in Lingnan, he didn't feel that this behavior was worthless, but he looked honored instead.

Originally, for such a small matter, just arrange a waiter to do it.

But Tang Qing decided to keep this honor!

He was going to serve the head coach a cup of tea himself, so as to make a good first impression.

For this moment, Tang Qing had been training for a long time.

From the number of steps taken, the frequency of footsteps, to the angle of the body bending to salute, and the expression on the face, he invited the most professional etiquette masters for professional training.

One minute on stage, ten years off stage.

Tang Qing trained all night to serve this cup of tea well.

Soon, he came to the head coach with his head down and both hands serving tea. After saluting, he put the tea away.

According to etiquette, Tang Qing couldn't look up at the head coach's face at this time.

But he really couldn't restrain his curiosity, he wanted to see what his prospective son-in-law looked like. The moment you look up!

"Plop!"

Tang Qing lost his footing and fell directly to the ground, covered in cold sweat.

Ye Hao! ?

How could it be Ye Hao! ?

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