He Is Warmer Than Time

Tang Ji'an's noodles were quickly brought up, one bowl per person, in a blue and white lace bowl, lying an egg and a handful of green spinach.

From the standpoint of appearance alone, Mu Mian’s food has lost.

She sat there with a guilty conscience: "I really didn't expect that you would still cook noodles. Haven't you been served by people since childhood?"

"I can only cook noodles."

Mu Mian said: "Then you have to find a virtuous one to find a wife, otherwise the couple will have to quarrel every day for whom the couple will cook for."

Tang Ji'an poured her some sweet-scented osmanthus wine and glanced at her: "I have a babysitter. I just don't like someone to live with me. Otherwise, there are many servants in my family. I don't need to cook, and my wife doesn't need to cook."

Mu Mian smirked: "Oh, that's good, good."

Tang Ji'an took a bite of noodles, his brows stretched: "It tastes good."

Mu Mian curled his lips: "Is there you boasting so much?"

Tang Ji'an looked at her, Mu Mian took a sip, touched his conscience and said that it was really good, moderately salty, soft and hard, and the egg was a little bit sad...

As a bowl of noodles, it is considered qualified.

"Um...yes...yes it's not bad."

Tang Ji'an replied softly, his intonation and ending slightly rose, and he seemed to be in a good mood.

He drank a sip, then took a second sip, a third sip, and a fourth sip. The pressure was too high and the work was heavy, and he needed to release it.

There are always some voices outside, saying that he relied on his old man to take the lead, so he became the deputy dean at such a young age. Only by working harder than others can he stop the leisurely crowd.

Therefore, he is a workaholic.

Mu Mian didn't stop him, just watching him drinking sweet-scented osmanthus wine glass after glass.

She sips occasionally.

His house is very good. There is a large glass window next to the dining room. As soon as you turn your head, you can see the heavy snow coming out of the window. Her voice is a little excited: "It's snowing outside. If the door is pushed tomorrow morning, it must be outside. It's snowing."

Tang Ji'an is very mature, with a sneer in his tone: "How is it like a child, it's just a snowfall, you have been moved many times."

"It’s fun to snow. Our family lives in a big yard. Because grandpa is very traditional and likes four generations under one roof, our uncles, uncles, uncles and their children live in the same yard. It’s snowing, it’s fun, snowball fights, snowmen..."

She talked happily. She raised her eyes and saw Tang Jian looking at her, what was in her eyes...

It seemed to be... envious, envious to the extreme, and then came out a little bit of sorrow, so that she couldn't stop her chest from being blocked.

"What...what's wrong?"

Tang Ji'an turned his eyes, his voice was very soft: "It's nothing, you continue to say..."

He likes to hear her say these things. It is very ordinary and ordinary, but it also reveals the breath of life. Since childhood, he has never experienced the breath of life.

In his life, there is only darkness, indifference, and unkindness.

His mother committed suicide in front of him, and his uncle was strong and told him not to be close to his father. In fact, his father did not get close to him. Brother... It seems that since he was a teenager, he had the idea of ​​competing with his brother...

There is no father, kindness and filial piety, no brothers or friends, family affection, neither in the Tang family nor in the Su family.

This kind of life has cultivated him into the indifferent and merciless appearance. Deep down in his heart, he actually still yearns for warmth, longing for the snowy night, listening to something indifferent, but it can make you feel the softest in your heart. The place was lightly struck by words.