He Is Warmer Than Time

Mu Qin didn't even dare to show hatred on her face. After all, she was sitting in her vice yard in that car. She could only glance at the car that was going away in resentment, clenched her fist and put it into her coat pocket.

Soon, her bus came, and she resigned herself to the bus.

In the car, Tang Jian was still reading newspapers, financial newspapers, and political newspapers. This person should wish to turn a day into forty-eight hours.

She remembered Muqin's request to her yesterday. Muqin had been punished. Was this an order from Tang Ji'an?

She hesitated to speak, but she didn't want to plead with Mu Qin, but she wanted to know why Tang Ji'an did it.

The car stopped at an intersection and waited for the traffic lights. There were many bicycles parked on the side. Bicycles in this era had front bumpers, and occasionally there were children sitting on the front bumpers. Although there was a cold wind, it looked very warm.

Tang Ji'an glanced at her: "Why are you breathing so fast?"

Mu Mian's heart trembled: "Yes...is there?"

"Have."

Mu Mian's heart was crossed and he said: "Mu Qin has been punished, do you know?"

Tang Ji'an raised his eyes and pressed his slender fingers against the top frame, his voice was faint: "Huh? Really?"

Mu Mian whispered again: "Don't you know?"

He turned the newspaper in his hand: "Well, the prosecutor's office is so big, how many things will happen in a day, she is just a small intern, I won't take care of that much."

Tang Ji'an, his emotions are not in his anger, even the old foxes in the political arena don't want to see his emotions on his face, let alone Mu Mian's innocence?

He said it indifferently, and she believed it to be true.

She touched the back of her head and said, "It seems that their leader said that she didn't work well during working hours and did her own thing, so I gave her a note."

Tang Ji'an raised his eyes and glanced at her: "Don't learn from her."

Mu Mian nodded subconsciously: "Well, don't learn."

After reacting, he gritted his teeth and said: "I am not your subordinate. You can't control me. I am a friendly sponsor and provide free service. You can't make so many conditions."

Tang Ji’an scanned the financial newspaper he was working on at a glance: “You have to do a job, love a job, and find a job in it. Although you are just a post, you must do your best.”

Mu Mian leaned over and snorted, "Are you politicians all fooling around like this?"

Tang Ji'an's mouth was crooked, and his gaze stayed on the newspaper: "I don't easily tell the truth to others. You have to listen to what I say."

Mu Mian snorted: "The first time I saw someone dressing up enslaving others in such a high-sounding manner, the master would be the master. If you dissatisfied, you would be a master. You are all masters who engage in politics, and you are so exquisite in your words."

Tang Ji'an took out a small yellowed envelope bag from the inner pocket of the coat and handed it to her.

Mu Mian was confused: "What is this?"

"You take it."

Mu Mian took it and opened it to see, um, the banknotes were quite thick.

Tang Ji'an said indifferently: "Give you your salary, so, for the money, can I enslave you?"

Mu Mian looked at it with naked eyes, and a thick stack had to be at least 3,000 yuan, which was more than she earned from filming.

Mu Mian smiled and bent his eyes, looking very happy: "Yes, you can, please Tang Vice Court to enslave me as much as possible, I have no complaints."

The car stopped in front of the procuratorate, and Mu Mian actively said, "Sit down and I will drive the door for you."