He Is Warmer Than Time

Mu Mian peeled off the ice cream coat, couldn't wait to take a bite, and exhaled with enjoyment: "Well, it's the taste, this is the first time I have eaten it this year."

Turning to look at him: "Eat."

Tang Ji'an didn't speak, Mu Mian held his ice cream in his mouth, reached out to take his ice cream, and peeled off his coat for him: "Eat."

Tang Ji'an was riding a tiger and could only take a bite. He had eaten it when he was a child. Now more than ten years have passed, and the ice cream is completely different from what he ate when he was a child. After one bite, the cool buttery flavor hits the taste buds.

The taste is not bad.

He took a bite, held it slowly, and turned his head to look at her. Sweat dripped down his forehead: "Why are you so hot?"

Mu Mian wiped his sweat: "I heard that there are ice cream sellers in the evening. Your Sinan Mansion is stricter. You don't let vendors in, so you ran to the gate and waited. After waiting for a long time, the sun was too hot. "

Tang Ji'an gave her a white look: "Just want to eat like this?"

Mu Mian smiled: "It's hot, it's the ice cream season."

Tang Ji'an touched a handkerchief out of his pocket: "Wipe it."

Mu Mian inadvertently wiped the back of his hand again: "Oh, it's okay."

Tang Ji'an held the ice cream in his mouth, clamped her chin with one hand, and wiped her sweat with a handkerchief in the other.

Mu Mian stared at him blankly, ah...this is the welfare of his girlfriend, it feels so good that he can wipe her sweat personally.

After wiping her up, Tang Ji'an let go, picked up the ice cream, and said, "Like a small child, don't do this kind of thing in the future, and be looked down upon by the child."

Mu Mian looked at him with a smile: "Then do you think it tastes good?"

Tang Ji'an said lightly: "General."

Mu Mian took a big bite: "Duplicate, I think you are having a good time."

The two got out of the car noisily, and the sixth uncle in the car almost burst into tears. This kind of second young master lived like a normal person. In the past years, the second young master was too depressed, but fortunately he had a little boy. Mu, Xiao Mu is a good child and can warm Ji'an's heart.

It's good to be together.

At the dinner table, Tang Jian glanced at her: "What did you do with me today?"

Mu Mian: "I went to the company in the morning. Director Li gave me several scripts and asked me to choose one. I will just look at the script today."

Tang Ji'an raised his eyebrows slightly: "Show it to me, I'll choose for you."

Mu Mian said softly: "Do you think it's your procuratorate's secrets? We also have a lot of secrets in the entertainment industry, okay? You can't let you, an outsider, watch it before the filming begins."

Tang Ji'an snorted lightly, seemingly contemptuous, and Mu Mian also snorted lightly and ignored it.

Tang Ji'an's curiosity was hooked up: "You probably talk about which script you want to choose?"

Mu Mian: "I won't say."

Tang Ji'an squinted at her, but could do nothing with her.

People are right. All walks of life have their own secrets. It doesn't make sense that if you are the vice president of the procuratorate, you can not follow these rules.

He lost his chopsticks: "I'm not that interested either. Okay, I'm going to start office."

Mu Mian: "Then I will go home."

Tang Ji'an: "Why do you go home?"

This question asks, it’s a matter of not having a family to live with you. After all, it is only to determine the relationship between male and female friends. People in this era are not so open.

"I didn't have a change of clothes."

Tang Ji'an glanced at her: "If you have time to go to the company, don't you have time to go home to get a change of clothes?"