He Is Warmer Than Time

Mu Guohui insisted on moving away. It was always impossible for Mu Guohui to tie him at home with a rope. He could only lose his temper with anger, and said any nasty things.

Mu Guohui took Cao Feng and Mu Mian to the backyard.

Cao Feng hasn't recovered yet: "You father and daughter, don't tell me anything. I don't know your plan at all. You can really do it and keep me in the dark."

Mu Mian smiled triumphantly: "Don't you know now?"

Cao Feng looked at Mu Guohui: "Really move away?"

Mu Guohui nodded: "I thought about it. The words I just said were not meant to perfuse the old man. Mianmian lives in a house alone. Can you rest assured? What if you are targeted by a bad guy and forced to enter the house?"

Cao Feng was frightened: "You are right, you are right, the little girl cannot live alone."

Mu Mian felt warm in his heart. Although her parents were a bit weaker and weaker sometimes, their love for her was beyond doubt.

So, the family of three began to move things to Wantai Garden.

Father Mu sits in the front yard every day, pointing fingers at Sang Huai, and even calling their relatives over to scold Mu Mian's father for ungratefulness in front of him.

Mu Mian can bear it, curse, let you curse enough at a time, relying on the old and selling the old, and don't care about anything with you.

They didn't ask anyone for help, basically they moved everything to the Wantai Garden in a small three-wheeler.

Standing in the new house, Cao Feng couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "This house is really beautiful. It has a room, a living room, a bathroom, good lighting, and a big balcony."

Mu Mian put his arms around her mother's shoulders and smiled: "Yes, in winter, close the windows and sit on the balcony. It's a sun room. You can sit on the balcony and read a book and drink tea. It's great."

Cao Feng revealed his yearning in his eyes and smiled happily: "Well, it's very good, it's very good."

Mu Guohui has a lot of troubles, after all, he is the son of Mr. Mu, and his concept of filial piety has been deeply ingrained over the years.

When they moved, the old man called so many relatives over. Now the relatives must be talking about their family.

Mu Guohui felt a bit of sinfulness.

Mu Mian walked up to her father and said sincerely: "Dad, are you regretting it?"

Mu Guohui waved his hand: "I will regret it, but I am afraid that others will gossiping behind us."

Mu Mian stretched out his hand and hugged him: "Let them talk, let's not be influenced by them, eh?"

Mu Guohui nodded: "I see."

The family cleaned up a bit, and at three o'clock in the afternoon, Mu Mian ran to the procuratorate again.

She had to tell Tang Ji'an about the good news. She couldn't wait to invite him to be a guest at home, and she finally had her own nest. It felt so good.

She waited until 5:30 in the hall of the procuratorate. Tang Ji'an came down. She ran over and flaunted her eyes: "Come to my house at night and have dinner."

Tang Ji'an was taken aback for a moment: "Go to your house?"

There are little stars in Mu Mian's eyes: "Go to my home in Wantai Garden."

Tang Ji'an raised his eyebrows: "What do you mean? Has it been moved?"

"Yeah yeah."

Her tone was full of excitement, but when she saw the deputy dean in front of her, she made her face sullen again.

What are you doing?

Tang Ji'an gritted his teeth and said: "You are moving, don't you tell me?"

Mu Mian was wronged: "Isn't it the same to tell you after moving it?"