He Is Warmer Than Time

Tang Ji'an touched the quick check pattern handkerchief out of his coat pocket: "wipe your mouth."

Mu Mian was a little confused. He took the handkerchief and didn't even wipe his mouth. Tang Ji'an gave a light cough: "The saliva is flowing out, please wipe it."

Mu Mian immediately recovered, and quickly wiped his mouth, a little embarrassed: "I... I waited too long, and fell asleep by accident."

Tang Ji'an responded softly, "Well, let's go, I'll take you back."

The directors and directors became active again. They have been working with the vice yard for several years, but no girl has been sent home by the vice yard. Is this girl a relative of the vice yard?

The vice court has never advocated this kind of nepotism, what's the matter?

Mu Mian quickly stood up and walked outside with Tang Ji'an. She was a little limping. Tang Ji'an asked as she walked, "What's wrong with her feet?"

Mu Mian hurriedly waved his hand: "I just slept for a long time, it's a bit numb, it's all right."

Tang Ji'an responded lightly: "Yeah."

The two went downstairs. The lights in the entire prosecutor's office were off, only a few lights were still on in the hall, and the whole building looked a little gloomy.

Mu Mian rubbed his sleepy face: "Do you often work until late?"

"Yes." He said, always concise and concise, cherishing words like gold.

Mu Mian put his hands in his coat pockets: "It's really hard work, your dean should give you a raise."

Tang Ji'an glanced at her, a smile flashed at the corner of his mouth, and he didn't say much.

Uncle Liu had already prepared the car, and when he saw him coming out, he immediately got up and opened the door for him, but he asked Mu Mian to get in the car first, then went around to the other side, and got into the car by himself.

The sixth uncle scratched the back of his head, the second young master really took care of this little girl.

In the car, Tang Jian said, "I don't lack money. I like to do this job, so I don't need a raise."

Mu Mian gave him a thumbs up: "The sentiment is so great, I sigh."

Tang Ji'an leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes to rest, and said lightly: "Uncle Six, send Mu Mian home first."

"Ok."

The car drove forward slowly.

When he arrived at Mu's house, Tang Jian opened his eyes, and Mu Mian was startled: "Are you not asleep?"

Tang Ji'an is absolutely critical, how could he really fall asleep in a moving car? He has extremely high requirements for sleep, and he can only fall asleep without light and sound.

Tang Ji'an's voice was a little dumb: "Well, let's go back. I worked hard for you today. If I have a meeting late in the future, you can go back by yourself."

Mu Mian opened the door, got out of the car, and reached out to say goodbye to him.

There were street lights in front of her house, and the lights were dim. In the middle of the winter night, Tang Ji'an almost reached out over the car window to stroke her shaggy hair.

Her smiling eyes are like crescent moons, which are very contagious. A dark youth like Tang Ji'an has no resistance to such a smile.

She turned and left. As soon as she entered the door, she saw a large family of people waiting for her. It seemed that a three-counsel trial was about to be held. Why did she come back so late in the trial and why did she go to the prosecutor's office to rob her cousin Mu? The live of the piano.

Mu Mian's heart tensed, and he felt like it was another big battle if he couldn't run away.

Outside the door, Tang Ji'an was about to tell his sixth uncle to drive, but he heard a sharp voice from the courtyard wall: "You dead girl, you can be patient, you can be patient, your wings are stiff, right? Have you been jealous of you all the time? Sister, you're racking your brains to embarrass your sister, aren't you?"

In the middle of the night, this question was particularly harsh.

Tang Ji'an's original good mood was completely destroyed by this voice, and he frowned.