He Is Warmer Than Time

Tang Ji'an grabbed her wrist, glanced at the vase fragments beside her feet, and said unhurriedly: "Porcelain from the Qing Dynasty and Yongzheng period had a market value of 800,000."

Mu Mian's face turned pale: "What...what?"

"The vase you just broke has a market value of 800,000, how do you plan to compensate?"

Mu Mian's legs are a little weak, and 800,000 vases are placed in this corridor. Are rich people so self-willed?

She said with a slightly flattering smile: "Young Master Tang, I...I'm still a student. I had some performances before, and I had some savings, but they were all used to compensate the municipal cultural and artistic troupe for liquidated damages. Now...really. I can't come up with so much money, you see, can you give me some time, I will pay you back slowly."

Tang Ji'an didn't reach the bottom of his eyes with a smile: "Either pay 800,000 yuan in three days, or you can go to a bungalow by the Huangpu River for dinner with me the day after tomorrow. You can choose yourself."

Mu Mian was angrily and trembling his fingers: "Don't the second young master Tang think that you are trying to force the good to be a prostitute? Can you behave like this by relying on your own power and power?"

Tang Ji'an casually poked her finger away: "Forcing the good to be a prostitute? Behave? I think I am just and fair, acting in accordance with the law, and persuading people with reason."

Mu Mian glanced at the debris on the ground: "I don't believe this pile of broken pieces is worth 800,000."

Tang Ji'an looked indifferent: "You can ask a cultural relic appraisal expert to do an appraisal. I don't care. There is no cultural relic of less than 100,000 yuan in my family."

Mu Mian was desperate: "Then, then I'll collect the money and return it to you."

Tang Ji'an was a little surprised. She would rather pay 800,000 yuan than attend the family banquet with him. Is she really that bad for herself?

Just when he was stunned, Mu Mian broke away from his hand and ran away in a hurry.

Ji Huaiyan came over as soon as Mu Mian left. Tang Ji'an touched his face and asked Ji Huaiyan, "Have I been so old in the past two years?"

Ji Huaiyan laughed and said: "Why do you suddenly lose confidence in your appearance? You are only twenty-six, why are you old?"

Tang Ji'an frowned and couldn't understand.

Song family bungalow, late at night, Song Ran slept unsteadily, perhaps because of her first pregnancy, and because Gu Jingxing suddenly left Haicheng, she was a little uneasy. In her sleep, she frowned tightly. Chaos...

She saw a person running, a woman. The huge gasp made her feel flustered and her scalp was numb. She saw this dream from a God's perspective.

She saw a group of people chasing a woman. The woman turned her head suddenly. She saw that the woman was Yu Jin. Yu Jin's face was pale, with blood stains on the corners of her mouth, and she ran forward with bare feet.

Suddenly, with a gunshot, Yu Jin crashed to the ground and fell into a pool of blood...

Song Ran woke up suddenly, stretched out his hand to cover his chest, panting violently.

She had this dream for the second time. When she had done it before, she and her sister ran away together. Looking back, she saw Yu Jin lying in a pool of blood.

She didn't know what this dream represented, but she knew that when she saw Yu Jin die, her heart trembled violently.

Flesh and flesh affection is the most mysterious thing in the world, even if she didn't grow up with that woman, even if she had resentment towards her in her heart.

But when she saw her encountering unexpected events, her heart was instinctively aching.

She stretched out her hand and wiped her face, and found that there were still tears on her cheeks, probably from the tears she shed when she fell asleep.