He Is Warmer Than Time

"Okay, Zhao Yuan, I see, you are right, this matter really shouldn't be passed to the court, this matter ends here."

Dean Zhao also breathed a sigh of relief, and the two chatted a few more words. Tang Ji'an kept looking at his watch. People like Yuan Zhao could see that he was in a hurry at a glance, so he thoughtfully let him go.

In late June, the weather gradually warmed up, occasionally cicadas sounded in the lush sycamore trees, the sun became longer, it was past six o'clock, and it was still bright outside, and the sun was still hanging in the sky in the west. Shining red on the earth.

His car slowly passed through the forest to the entrance of Sinan Mansion. He saw a vendor carrying a wooden box and selling popsicles. There were a bunch of children around the door... and... Mu Mian.

Tang Ji'an stretched out his hand and pressed his temple, pressed the window of the car, and called to her. The girl was holding a corner ticket and didn't hear his voice at all. She looked at the wooden box of the ice cream vendor with eyesight.

Tang Ji'an coughed slightly and said to his sixth uncle: "Tick her."

Uncle Six clicked on the horn, and the children probably came out to buy popsicles with their parents secretly behind their backs. They clicked here, and all the children over there looked back like an enemy.

Only Mu Mian is the most calm, after all, she is an adult, no one can restrain her.

She turned her head with a smile, and when she saw Tang Jian, she smiled happily, and waved the corner ticket in her hand: "I will buy you one too?"

Tang Ji'an held the case file in one hand and took off his glasses in the other. He just looked at her without saying a word. Does he seem to be someone who wants to eat ice cream?

When the group of children looked back and saw that they were their parents, they all immediately turned to look at the ice cream master, and became anxious: "Uncle, get me a painted face."

As soon as the chef who bought the ice cream opened the wooden box, he slowly distributed them one by one.

Mu Mian held a painted face in one hand, walked to the side of the car, and said, "Open the door for me."

Helpless, Tang Ji'an stretched out his hand and opened the door for her. It looked like she had been waiting outside for a long time, her face flushed.

Mu Mian handed the Hualian ice cream to his eyes: "Let's eat..." He raised his head and said, "Uncle Six, I brought out five cents, enough to buy two, do you want to eat it?"

Uncle Six hurriedly waved his hand: "If you don't eat or eat, you just eat."

Tang Ji'an looked at the ice cream in his hand. He was so old. He was also the deputy chief of the procuratorate. His age and identity were set here. He was holding a painted face in front of a group of children. What's the matter?

The group of children bought their favorite ice cream, and they all looked at him with a smile when they passed by his car, and some whispered, but he could hear them.

"My lord still eats this."

"My parents never eat."

"Adults didn't grow up eating ice cream."

"Yes, naive ghost, so naive."

Tang Ji'an's forehead blue veins jumped suddenly, and he was actually despised by a group of children?

When Mu Mian heard the children outside laughing and joking, he immediately went out and said: "I tell you that your parents eat too. Maybe there is an ice cellar in your house. Your parents have a lot of ice cream in the ice cellar. Wait. When you sleep at night, they secretly go to the ice cellar to eat ice cream, you don't know it."

The children's cognition seems to have been subverted, and they are all petrified there.

Mu Mian is like a triumphant general: "Uncle Six, let's go."

The car slowly entered the Sinan Mansion, and Mu Mian looked at the group of children in the rearview mirror, very happy.