He Is Warmer Than Time

Let people, isn't that just to make Muqin?

After that, Tang Ji'an and Mu Mian entered the office together. Mu Mian turned his head and glanced at her cousin in the crack of the door. The expression on his face, the anger he had suffered for the previous 21 years, was finally repaid at that moment. Up her.

Finally, she also made a fortune.

Mu Qin gritted his teeth secretly, but couldn't show it.

Secretary Tang didn't know the reason, and only said: "Make a cup of black tea in."

Muchenne replied: "Yes."

Mu Mian entered his office, but did not dare to approach his desk. Tang Ji'an looked back and found that the man was standing at the door, his heels stuck.

"Why stand there?"

Mu Mian put his hands in his coat pockets, and said, "I see your office, there are files everywhere, if I accidentally see it, is it possible to be criminally liable?"

Tang Ji'an lowered his eyes and pointed to the brown leather sofa by the window: "You can sit there."

Mu Mian sat on the sofa cautiously, while Tang Ji'an sat at the desk, staring attentively at the stack of papers on the desk.

Mu Mian took off his hat and sat there somewhat restrained. After all, this is the office of the vice president of the procuratorate.

His office decoration style is quite satisfactory, just like the leader's office in the early 1990s. Tang Ji'an has good taste, but he will not use his taste in office decoration. That would look high-profile. Therefore, this decoration style is the same as his Some of the human spirit doesn't match.

It is as if the young master of the Republic of China strayed into the office of township entrepreneurs in the early days of reform and opening up.

Um, but his man, his such a precious young master, sat behind the reddish-brown desk.

Everything becomes reasonable again.

She cautiously said: "You called me over...what's the matter?"

Tang Ji'an was holding a pen, his fingers were long and slender, and his joints were distinct. He held the navy blue pen in his hand, and his whole person settled down like a picture scroll.

Mu Mian's vocabulary became poor.

Expensive, every time I see him, I feel noble, no matter what he does, no matter what he takes, that thing really wants to be elevated in an instant.

Tang Ji'an said lightly: "I'll talk about it later."

Mu Mian was a little puzzled, what did this person mean, and called her over, without explaining what she was coming for, what's the point of selling.

Within three to five minutes, a knock on the door sounded, and Tang Ji'an didn't respond when he knocked for the first time.

Mu Mian whispered: "Someone is knocking on the door."

Tang Ji'an glanced at her: "I am young."

I am young and I am not deaf, so I don't need your reminder.

Mu Mian's flat mouth, what kind of person, can really choke on the inside and out.

The knock on the door continued, and Mu Qin's expression outside the door was ugly. Opposite Tang Ji’an’s office was Secretary Tang’s office. The door was open, and there were Secretary Tang and two female secretaries of the dean. The three of them stared at it. she was.

She felt very embarrassed, but she could only keep knocking on the door.

After about seven or eight taps, a deep voice finally came from inside: "Come in."

Mu Qin was relieved and walked in with the small tray.

This time, she didn't dare to make any more mistakes, and took the black tea directly to Mu Mian. Only she knew the hatred in her heart.

She studied hard and was admitted to a prestigious university. For more than 20 years in her life, she has been overwhelming Mu Mian.

Now, she is going to send water to Mu Mian Duancha, she will not swallow this nasty breath.

Tang Ji'an suddenly spoke: "Mianmian..."

Mu Mian is surprised, Mianmian? Second Young Master Tang, which one are you acting in?