He Is Warmer Than Time

Han Ping aggrieved: "I... even if I have a certain degree of it for my own face, but more for his own good."

Su Zhengguo sighed: "Children and grandchildren have their own children and grandchildren, you, don't worry about snacks, the more you are like this, the farther Ji'an is from you."

Han Ping said helplessly: "Could it be that Mu Mian was really let into our house?"

Su Zhengguo looked at her: "Otherwise, what should I do? That child will spend a lifetime with Ji'an, not with us. Ji'an is happy, which is the most important thing, don't you think?"

Han Ping shook her head and sighed: "I'm not reconciled, I'm really unwilling."

Su Zhengguo sighed: "Forget it, don't think about it."

Outside, Tang Ji'an got into the car, closed the door, and Mu Mian hurried over and said, "How is it? Did you talk to your aunt?"

Tang Ji'an sat there and glanced at her: "She treated you like that, are you still speaking for her?"

Mu Mian curled his lips: "Actually, I don't really want to speak for her, but she is still your aunt after all. After all, she is the person who raised you. I still hope you can get along well, and, if your relationship is not good, She will only attribute all the reasons to me, and she will think that I am instigating the divorce."

Tang Ji'an reached out and rubbed her hair: "You know a lot."

Mu Mian is not stupid, she is like a mirror in her heart, she just doesn't say anything.

Mu Mian smiled: "So have you quarreled?"

"No quarrel, don't worry."

Mu Mian breathed a sigh of relief: "Okay, take me home."

The car drove to the downstairs of the Mujia community. Tang Jian got out of the car with her. Mu Mian raised his eyebrows: "You want to come to my house again?"

Tang Ji'an shook her hand: "What? You don't welcome me?"

Mu Mian smiled: "It's not that I don't welcome you, or someone else who doesn't welcome you."

Tang Ji'an pulled her upstairs: "Are we a pair of fateful mandarin ducks? My aunt doesn't like you, and your father doesn't like me. Life is difficult."

Mu Mian squeezed his hand: "My dad doesn't like you, it's a game for me, so that we are not fair, otherwise I will be the only one who is blinded by your aunt, I am so grateful?"

Tang Ji'an gritted his teeth: "Is this also the pursuit of fairness?"

Mu Mian shook his head and said, "That's a must."

The two walked to the third floor, Tang Ji'an suddenly pressed her against the wall next to the door, Mu Mian almost exclaimed, he stretched out his hand to cover her mouth and motioned her not to make a noise.

Mu Mian whispered, "What are you going to do?"

Tang Ji'an lowered his eyes, staring at her: "Don't do anything."

Mu Mian leaned against the wall, and the lights in the corridor went out with a snap.

It was dark, and the hallway sensor lights on the second floor suddenly turned on, and the lights came to the third floor, very dim.

Mu Mian's voice became softer: "If you don't do anything, then go in."

Tang Ji'an stretched out his hand and gently rubbed the corner of her lips. Mu Mian's blood flowed back, and said in a breath: "My parents may come out at any time."

Tang Ji'an whispered: "It's winter now. In winter nights, your parents have already passed the dinner point. It shouldn't be time to go for a walk."

Mu Mian stretched his hand against his chest: "If my dad finds out, he will definitely have a worse impression of you. Be careful."

Tang Ji'an bowed his head slightly, just when he was about to kiss her lips...

The door on the side opened with a click.

Tang Vice Yuan's heartbeat has never been so fast in his life.