He Is Warmer Than Time

Tang Ji'an glanced at her lightly. The morning sun was golden, and her smiling face was so beautiful that he couldn't help but let out a low smile: "It's better if it's thicker."

Mu Mian frowned: "Drinking strong tea in the morning is bad for the stomach, right?"

Tang Ji'an has already buried his head in work: "It's okay, I'm used to drinking. I worked too late last night and I need strong tea to refresh myself."

Mu Mian could see the Wu Qing in his eyes. Obviously, his work intensity was very high. He was in a high position and was born rich. He would never slack off. In fact, Tang Ji'an still has a lot to learn from.

She will also work harder and strive to make a good TV that is famous all over the country as soon as possible.

She hurriedly walked out of his office, made him a cup of strong tea, and then was about to leave the office, but Tang Jian stopped her: "Just sit here for a while."

Mu Mian was a little at a loss: "You want to work, I will disturb you if I sit here."

"There is still some time to leave the meeting. You can sit for a while, and there is nothing to do now."

Mu Mian touched his neck: "Then I will give your office some sanitation."

Tang Ji'an lowered his eyes, with a smile in his voice: "No, there will be an aunt to clean up in a while."

As he was talking, someone knocked on the door, and a middle-aged woman in her forties wearing a trickle came in, carrying a small bucket in one hand and a broom in the other.

The middle-aged woman had a loud voice and was enthusiastic, so she greeted Tang Ji'an when she came in, and Tang Ji'an answered her indifferently.

The eldest sister glanced at Mu Mian and said with a smile: "Who is this nanny? Except for the directors of Tang Vice Hospital, there have never been women in your office."

Mu Mian was a little puzzled. This auntie cleaner really dared to say anything to Tang Ji'an. Unlike the procuratorate staff I met below, who treated him respectfully, she was sincere and horrified when she saw him.

Tang Ji'an didn't look up, but he said, "I've been doing this for Xiao Zhang for a few days."

Auntie Cleaning looked at Mu Mian unceasingly while wiping the table. She looked at Mu Mian uncomfortably and could only smile at her politely.

The aunt whispered to Tang Ji'an, "It looks really good-looking, better-looking than the flowers of our procuratorate, not only good-looking, but also good-looking people. Are you a relative of the vice court?"

Tang Ji'an raised his eyebrows slightly: "Sister Zhao..."

Sister Zhao waved her hand: "Okay, I won't ask more."

Then, he lowered his voice and said: "But the vice yard, if it's not a relative...cough...I know how to look at your face. This girl, Wang, is definitely helpful to your career."

Tang Ji'an glanced at her: "When did Sister Zhao change to fortune-telling? Just ask Dean Zhao to open a fortune-telling shop for you."

Sister Zhao quickly picked up the small bucket: "It's done, well, I won't say it, I won't say it."

After speaking, he hurriedly dragged Tang Ji'an's office, and then ran out.

Mu Mian breathed a sigh of relief: "This aunt does not seem to be the same as the others in your procuratorate."

"Where is it different?"

"She doesn't seem to be afraid of you."

When others saw him, they were all trembling. How dare you talk to him like that?

Tang Ji'an held a pen, signed the document in his hand, and said lightly: "She is the dean's younger sister."

Mu Mian was so shocked that his chin was about to fall: "Sister?"

Tang Ji'an glanced at her, confessing in his heart, why the constituency of the National People's Congress, who has always been in charge, talked to Mu Mian about the dean's housework in the morning. This is really not that deserted self.