He Is Warmer Than Time

Uncle Six hurriedly said: "Cough, um, sorry, you'd better take the bus by yourself."

The sixth uncle did not understand the grudge between his second young master and this little girl, nor did he understand the subtle relationship between Mu Mian and Mu Qin, so he said something more.

This is good, the eyes of the second young master of his family can almost eat him, he has too many mouths, he has too many mouths.

Mu Qin looked a bit wronged, did not insist on anything, just said softly: "Well, I originally planned to take the bus, I'm leaving."

After speaking, he turned and walked towards the alley.

Tang Ji'an gave a light tusk, his expression a little displeased: "Uncle Six, don't make some decisions without my consent."

Uncle Six hurriedly nodded: "Yes, yes, I'm too much talkative, don't be angry, Ji'an."

Tang Ji'an lowered his eyes again and continued to read the newspaper in his hand: "I'm not angry, you don't need to be nice to her."

Uncle Liu was a little puzzled, aren't Mu Qin and Mu Mian cousins? Is it a bad relationship?

Forget it, he doesn't worry about that anymore.

For a while, Mu Mian came out carrying the heat preservation box, and the person in the rearview mirror immediately changed his face. Well, although they were all micro-expressions, the sullen and faint smiles were already the most emotional manifestations.

The second young master of his family was very happy to see Mu Mian, he could feel it intuitively.

Tang Ji'an leaned forward and opened the car door for her. Mu Mian raised his leg and stepped in and turned to look at him. The early morning sun was shining brightly into the car, and the smile in her eyes was simple and beautiful.

She deliberately pretended to be arrogant: "I didn't intend to bring you porridge. After all, you threw me like that yesterday, and now my **** still hurts."

He wears gold wire glasses, um, he doesn't usually wear them. He is a little short-sighted. He wears glasses when reading newspapers and working, and looks abstinent.

He lingered on the newspaper in his hand, and did not look up: "Why did you bring it again?"

Mu Mian snorted, wearing a little Tsundere: "Isn't that my mom cooked too much? The rest is a waste, so I brought it to you."

Tang Ji'an twitched softly: "Really?"

"Of course it is."

Tang Ji'an glanced at her: "Diligent and thrifty, good habits."

Sunlight sprinkled from the gaps in the old house, and suddenly disappeared on his side face. It was really precious. The first time I met, facing this face, facing this deep gaze, what did she do? Did you slap him?

The car drove out of the alley, turned a corner, and slowly passed the bus platform. In front of the platform, Mu Qin was waiting for the bus. The window on Mu Mian's side was half open. The car drove very slowly and passed by Mu Qin slowly.

Mu Qin raised his chin slightly, staring at the people in the car, thinking that Mu Mian was really cheap, and there was obviously a free seat in the car, but he didn't take her on the way and let her squeeze the bus.

Oh, she will also rely on men, after all, if fair competition, she Mu Mian will never be her opponent.

What's so great?

The thing she looks down on most in her life is that women take advantage of the ministers under her skirts to take office. She Muqin has always relied on her own strength. This is the case when she is studying, and now she is also working.

With a faint smile on Mu Mian's face, he glanced at Mu Qin, not overly enthusiastic, nor cold, making it impossible to see her emotions.

She didn't deliberately pretend to be a good person in front of Tang Ji'an. She always felt that Tang Ji'an understood her to some extent. She was oppressed by her family until now. She shouldn't have to retaliate with virtue. Tang Ji'an should understand.

The car has moved away from the bus stop again...