He Is Warmer Than Time

Ye Cheng's eyes flashed, and the golden sunlight bounced on his eyelids. Mu Mian felt that he seemed a little cruel, but she had to say such cruel words.

She doesn't like to be ambiguous with others, and she must say clearly what she should say.

Ye Cheng raised his eyes and smiled: "Okay, I understand. Then you are at home alone. Be careful. If you have any difficulties, remember to tell me."

Mu Mian was relieved, but fortunately, Ye Cheng was not that kind of crazy, irrational person.

She nodded: "Okay, thank you. If I need your help, I will definitely tell you. After all, we grew up together, and I regard you as my good friend."

It's just a good friend. If you cross the line, then even your friend won't have to do it.

The implication of this statement is obviously very clear.

Ye Cheng had no feelings in his heart, and left the Mu's house in a slanderous manner.

Outside the yard, he lit a cigarette and smoked boredly. Even in the hardest and darkest period of starting a business, he did not feel that he had really grown up.

Now, being rejected by the girl he likes, he feels as if he has matured all of a sudden, and he has become an adult with no sense of joy and anger.

That kind of helpless, lost, but unable to show all kinds of emotions in front of her, really made him feel heartache.

The heartache was that the optimistic and cheerful Ye Cheng disappeared.

Love, is really the cruelest teacher in a long life.

Ye Cheng smoked a cigarette outside the Mu's courtyard and left.

The girl I like doesn't like him, but his life has to go on.

Perhaps, there are some surprises in life waiting for him in the distance, maybe, after all, there will be no turning point.

However, he always has to go on. Since life has begun, he can't stand still.

In the yard, Mu Mian stretched out his hand and patted his face, sighed, Mu Mian, you are so cruel.

But this kind of cruelty is necessary. If you are ambiguous with Ye Cheng, it will be very unfair to Tang Ji'an.

She didn't want her life to fall into that kind of chaos.

This is responsible for Ye Cheng and Tang Ji'an.

She continued to lie on the recliner, reading her French book.

Although there is some guilt, but my heart is clear and I am not ashamed of the person I like. This feeling is very good.

In Sinan Mansion, Su Zhengguo was sitting in the living room watching the news, while Han Ping was in the side hall, next to Tang Ji'an, and whispered: "Jian, your uncle and I want to visit your working place tomorrow."

Tang Ji'an glanced at her: "Auntie, I am now the deputy dean of the procuratorate, not a primary school student, and I don't need you to investigate."

Han Ping gently pushed him: "What? You have grown up and your wings are stiff, right? I just want to see Dean Zhao who came from that small place, and if he usually bullies you.

Tang Ji'an stretched out his hand and squeezed the bridge of his nose: "Auntie, we are all grown-ups. Don't treat me as a child."

Han Ping said a little unfairly: "You said that Dean Zhao, a rural man from a small place, he can be the number one, and he is still pressing on your head. How deep is his city mansion, people in those small places, for Climbing up, I'm used to intrigue, I really don't worry, I have to meet him."

Tang Ji'an had a headache. When she came back from her aunt, she had said words like "little place" and "small family" hundreds of times.