He Is Warmer Than Time

Mu Mian was a little surprised, but also a little puzzled, what happened to Tang Ji'an?

Not only did she serve as his secretary for free, she also brought him pumpkin porridge specially, why is he so cold?

Sure enough, Young Master Gui is so moody?

It's hard to serve.

She just stood on the spot with the insulation box, and she could feel the seemingly ridiculous ridicule from her cousin.

Tang Ji'an, who was about two meters away, suddenly turned his head to look at her: "What are you still standing there for?"

Mu Mian was stunned: "Huh?"

"What schedule do I have today?"

Mu Mian's eyes suddenly turned into crescent-shaped smiles, and he hurried up to greet him with the heat preservation box: "The chief prosecutor of the highest prosecutor will come over today, about ten o'clock in the morning..."

The voice faded away, and Muqin felt his lower eyelid beating constantly.

How is this going?

Why didn't the vice court abandon Mu Mian?

Didn't the vice yard see Ye Cheng picking up Mu Mian yesterday?

Impossible, if you didn't see it, the vice yard would never look at Mu Mian with a gloomy face.

It should be just that the vice yard is too short of manpower. Yes, when Secretary Zhang comes back, Mu Mian will be beaten back to his original form.

I hope they won't contact again in the future, and I hope Mu Mian won't come up brazenly.

On the seventh floor, Tang Ji'an's office, Mu Mian followed him step by step, and he could feel the man’s aura that radiated from his body.

She really didn't understand how the person who was still very approachable yesterday returned to his original form after a night, and he became the second young master Tang who was incapable of emotion and anger.

Today, Tang Ji'an looked very cold. He didn't greet her or chat with her. He just sat at the desk and started working.

Mu Mian approached him cautiously step by step and put the insulation box on his desk.

The man didn't raise his eyes, he just looked at the file in his hand.

Mu Mian felt a little wronged, so he kindly brought him pumpkin porridge. This person was kind of good, and he didn't even look at her.

She walked around the table and slowly walked to him, opened the heat preservation box, and the aroma of pumpkin porridge came out. Tang Jian's brows wrinkled slightly, and she didn't raise his eyes.

She took out the stainless steel lunch box inside, put it in his hand, and whispered: "Pumpkin porridge, it's not thick or thin. You can drink a little. Drink some pumpkin porridge in the morning, it's very stomachic."

Tang Ji'an lowered his eyes and said lightly: "Let it go."

Mu Mian realized afterwards that Tang Ji'an's emotions seemed to be aimed at her.

She asked in a low voice: "What's wrong with you?"

Her voice was very soft, with a little grievance, like a cat scratching his heart, so that no matter how much resentment he had, she couldn't be cold on her and continue to lose his temper with her.

At that moment, Tang Jian thought, Mu Mian is not yours, and she doesn't need to report to you when she gets in other people's cars.

You have no right to interfere with the freedom of others.

He put down the pen in his hand, picked up the insulated lunch box on the side, and put all the spoons away for him. The pumpkin porridge was stewed very well and the color was good. He took a spoon and put it in his mouth. It was slightly hot and the taste was good. , The fragrance overflowed, swallowed into the throat, into the stomach, the whole stomach became hot.

The bad mood seems to be cured by this bowl of pumpkin porridge.

When Mu Mian saw him drinking porridge, his mood improved again.

Tang Ji'an glanced at her indifferently, pretending to inadvertently said: "Last night... why didn't you wait for me?"

Mu Mian leaned against his desk and whispered, "Didn't you make me too late and don't wait for you?"