He Is Warmer Than Time

Haicheng is considered to be a relatively early developed city in China. At seven o'clock at night, there are many pedestrians on the road outside. The roadside audio-visual stores, dance halls, and single-family movie theaters are all lit with neon lights.

The young man in Santana wearing a washed denim jacket with a fashionable Afro will whistle at Mu Mian in a taxi waiting for a red light at the intersection.

Now, Mu Mian's mood is even worse.

The taxi master turned his head to look at Mu Mian: "Oh, these young people, who are not doing business, girl, this road is all a dance hall, or let's change the way."

Mu Mian nodded: "Well, go to a quieter place."

The master smiled, stepped on the accelerator, turned a corner, and entered a relatively secluded path.

Behind the taxi, Ye Cheng went out of a theater with two brothers who had started a business together, and saw a taxi passing by.

Ye Cheng frowned: "That seems to be Mu Mian."

His brother Zhou Jun draped him on his shoulders: "Why do you put Mu Mian on your mouth all the time? Today, my buddy is celebrating my birthday, and we have to go to the dance hall in a while. You can say it."

Ye Cheng pushed him away and hurriedly got into his Jetta.

Zhou Jun drove the car and chased for a few steps: "Hey, brother, you are too interesting. I work for you all day and work day and night. Your buddy has a birthday, and it's hard to relax."

Before the car chuckled and drove away, Ye Cheng dropped a sentence: "It's not that you didn't pay you salary and dividends... I'm leaving..."

The Jetta ran away, leaving two bachelors, and two lines of tears: "Ye Cheng, the grandson, is really not a thing."

"He only sees Mu Mian, a grandson of the opposite sex, inhumane!"

Ye Cheng drove the car and quickly caught up with the taxi that Mu Mian was in.

The taxi didn't go in the direction of her house. Where is she going?

He didn't dare to stop, he only dared to follow so close.

The car was getting more and more remote, and Ye Cheng faintly felt that something was wrong.

After driving for a while, Mu Mian suddenly looked up: "Huh? Why haven't it been so long?"

Tang Ji'an's house is not that far away, and the driver said with an indifferent expression: "Well, I will be here soon."

Mu Mian vaguely felt that it was a bit dangerous, because it was very biased, it was a small road without street lights, and occasionally there would be cars driving on the opposite side, but they all passed by.

She tugged on the seat belt and said with a look on guard: "Master, which way did you go?"

The master said in a low voice: "I won't take you detour, I'll be here soon."

Mu Mian was a little flustered, she pretended to be calm and said: "I told my partner that I will go home before 7:30. He can't see me after he gets off work from the prosecutor's office. He might be anxious. Master, can I trouble you as soon as possible? ?"

The master whispered, "Your object is a prosecutor?"

Mu Mian categorically said: "Yes."

I hope the title of prosecutor can confuse him.

The driver said coldly: "I heard that the prosecutor's salary is not low, how can you live in Sanyuanfang?"

Mu Mian's heart began to beat wildly: "We have been living there forever, we have come to live with feelings, and we don't want to change the house."

The driver suddenly stopped the car, and Mu Mian was panicked: "What's the matter?"

The driver's big hand suddenly stretched out to hug her shoulders, Mu Mian was desperate, Haicheng has always been in good order, so she can come across such things?

She righteously said: "I didn't fool you. My target is not only the prosecutor. He is also the vice president of the procuratorate. His name is Tang Ji'an. He is the second son of the former mayor of Haicheng, Mr. Tang Qingru. You are from Haicheng. You should I heard about him."