He Is Warmer Than Time

You silly girl, you will only brave your tongue, always give in without a bottom line, always take him as the most important, make him feel ashamed, and make his chest clogged.

Song Ran tried to ease the atmosphere: "The child's surname is Gu for the time being. When our child grows up, let them choose again. See if they like the surname Gu or Song. Do you think it is good?"

"Okay, it's up to you."

It was early December, and people in Guangcheng only wore two of them, but people in Haicheng had already put on overcoats.

Haicheng has been overcast and rainy recently, and the whole city seems very depressing.

Mu Mian, wearing a checkered coat with claw buttons and holding an umbrella, entered the Sinan Mansion.

After two months, Tang Ji'an finally summoned her to listen to him again, um, one less time, she has already started the countdown.

When she entered the mansion, she put the umbrella on the shelf on the side, and a servant of fifty or so came over and said kindly: "Miss Mu, you are here."

"Well, where is Tang Ji'an?"

Last time he seemed to be waiting directly in the side hall. This time, he wants to change the scene? Well, yes, unconditional satisfaction, the service is absolutely in place.

Aunt Lin: "Jian is sick and has a high fever. In his bedroom, he asked you to go straight up."

"Huh? Have a fever?"

Aunt Lin was full of worry: "Well, every year on the anniversary of the death of my wife, Ji'an will get sick, like a curse, you can go straight up and I will make some vegetable porridge for him."

Mu Mian responded softly and went upstairs.

The door of his room was hidden. Mu Mian pushed open gently and looked in defensively. It was raining dusk, the bedroom was dimly lit, there was a lamp beside the bed, and Tang Jian was lying on the bed. Mu Mian could see him. The brow furrowed slightly, which seemed uncomfortable.

She walked in lightly and walked to the bed, entangled whether she should call him.

He was really sick, and he had to call her over.

When I thought about it, I was relieved again. It was because of the illness and because of her mother's death that she didn't have a personal talk.

Think about it, he is also pitiful.

She was about to call him, but saw that the person on the bed opened her eyes suddenly. The expression in those eyes was not as sharp as usual, and it was a little confused.

His eyes were a little shortsighted, and he narrowed slightly, only to see that it was Mu Mian, his voice hoarse and he said, "You are here."

The sound of rustling, reflected in the sound of rain outside the window, made Mu Mian feel good.

"Well, you told me to come over at five o'clock in the evening, I will come here, I am a very punctual person."

Tang Ji'an struggled to sit up: "Well, then sit down."

Mu Mian watched him wearing pajamas, quickly looked around, and handed him the cotton nightgown on the hanger beside him: "Since you are sick, don't catch the cold anymore."

Tang Ji'an took the nightgown, put it on, and pointed to the single sofa by the window: "Sit there."

Mu Mian sat there obediently, trying to be a professional listener: "You can say it."

But seeing Tang Ji'an coughing suddenly, Mu Mian felt a little at a loss, wanted to step forward, and felt unnecessary.

Tang Ji'an coughed for a long time, then glanced at her: "Thank you to pour me a glass of water."

Mu Mian said quickly: "Oh, oh, okay, okay."

She has to be assigned to think of pouring water. It seems that she is very cold and ruthless. She is indifferent to a sick person. Mu Mian, you are not such a person.

She poured a cup of hot water in a glass water cup and handed it to Tang Ji'an, expressing her concern: "It depends on your condition today. Otherwise, stop talking."