He Is Warmer Than Time

"Dear dear, the deputy dean is cold when talking to others, but he has a gentle look in your eyes."

Mu Mian curled his lips: "What gentleness, he is not gentle, Brother Huan, I think it must be your mistake."

Brother Huan was puzzled: "Isn't it a pair?"

"It's really not."

Wandering in the breeze, Mu Mian, who had recovered his good mood, kept smiling, and went all the way back to Brother Huan's house.

After washing, she fell asleep.

On Tang Ji'an's side, he had a meeting with Secretary Tang and the house inspector overnight to discuss how to deal with it.

Secretary Tang is a little worried that the situation will go out of control. After all, there are too many interests involved. It is not that his vice courtyard has a very strong background and can make a manpower to turn the tide. There is also Dean Zhao above him, Zhao Yuan. That person, who has always been black and shrewd, has eight exquisite names, this matter is difficult to handle.

Tang Ji'an glanced at him: "What are you worrying about? Zhao Yuan is shrewd, is it possible that I am a three-year-old child?"

Secretary Tang's heart trembled. How could his vice-house know what he was thinking?

He quickly whispered: "I didn't mean that."

Tang Ji'an held a pen with his slender fingers, and swiped across the notebook: "Know what you are thinking. Not only is there a primary school at the outlet of the chemical plant, but there is also a large orchard five kilometers away, Shangxi Village, Zhongxi Village, and Xiaxi Village. It is also the main food and vegetable supply area in Haicheng. If a chemical plant is built here, how can the life and health of Haicheng's five million people be guaranteed?"

Secretary Tang breathed a sigh of relief. His vice-house had found a breakthrough, so that would be easy.

Yes, they are all wolves, tigers and leopards, but his vice yard is definitely not a sheep. Even, he is actually more fierce than those wolves, tigers and leopards, so he has to worry a lot.

Secretary Tang hurriedly nodded: "Yes, the deputy hospital, you continue to arrange, I will go back to deal with these problems tomorrow."

In the middle of the night, Tang Ji'an assigned tasks while coughing. Uncle Liu couldn't stand it anymore. He ran into the kitchen and cooked him a big bowl of **** tea.

He brought it over, but was disgusted by a certain young master: "Take it away, I won't drink these."

Uncle Six was anxiously scratching his head and cheeks: "At night, the Murakami clinic is no longer there. You should drink some **** tea to drive away the cold. If this goes on, you will really catch a cold."

"I'm not that weak."

Uncle Six wanted to pinch his nose and pour him a drink. Why is this dead boy so disobedient?

In the morning, when Mu Mian was sleeping soundly, he heard a loud noise outside, and the voice of the sixth uncle rang: "Huanzi Huanzi, where is your clinic here?"

"what's wrong?"

"Jian has a high fever, so I have to go to the clinic to get an injection of water."

The sky was still bright, Huan hurriedly put on his gown and ran out with his slippers.

Hearing the sound, Mu Mian quickly put on his jacket and ran out.

She followed behind Brother Huan. As soon as the wooden door of the yard opened, she saw Secretary Tang supporting Tang Ji'an. Tang Ji'an's face was reddened, and he covered his mouth with one hand, coughing ceaselessly.

Mu Mian was worried: "I said I was going to catch a cold. I didn't listen to persuasion. Go to the clinic, Brother Huan. Use your three rounds to drive him."

"Okay, I'm going now."

He turned around and shouted to the people in the yard: "Zhenzhen, go to Mr. Chen's house and tell him to go to the clinic."

"Okay, I'm going now."

A group of people went to the clinic in disarray.