He Is Warmer Than Time

The car stopped in front of her house, and the yard was quiet and there seemed to be no one.

The rain is endless, the weather in early autumn is a bit cold, and the night is a bit quiet.

Mu Mian stretched out and pulled the car door, but Tang Ji'an grabbed her hand, Mu Mian's heart thumped and thumped, this...what is this going to do?

Tang Ji'an's deep voice rang in her ears: "I will stay at your house tonight."

Didn't my aunt look down on her? He wanted to stay here overnight, and the person he was fond of could not be opposed by anyone.

Mu Mian's heart beats even harder, and he couldn't help swallowing his saliva: "Huh? Stay... Stay at my house?"

Tang Ji'an reached out and flicked her forehead: "What? You have stayed with me so many times, I can't stay with you?"

Mu Mian touched his neck and whispered, "Let me go first to spy on the enemy."

Tang Ji'an raised his eyebrows: "What do you mean?"

"I'll see if there is anyone in the house. If there is no one, you will stay."

Tang Ji'an squinted: "You want me to sneak in?"

Mu Mian looked at him innocently: "Otherwise? Do you still want to stay openly?"

Holding an umbrella, Mu Mian hurried into the yard and looked around. Well, very well, there is no one at home. Her grandfather is about to be discharged from the hospital, and he probably went to the hospital to see his grandfather.

Holding the big umbrella again, she returned to the door and looked around, then sneakily walked to the side of the car and said in a low voice: "Well, get out of the car, no one, hurry up."

Tang Ji'an got out of the car slowly, like a precious young master, and Mu Mian stretched out his hand to press his shoulders: "Bend a little bit, you are too high, the target is too big, it is easy to be seen."

Tang Ji'an gritted his teeth: "Am I a thief?"

Mu Mian stretched out his hand and covered his mouth: "Shhh..."

Tang Ji'an was really a thief.

Holding an umbrella, the two men bent over, sneaking through the front yard and into Mu Mian's room.

She took the umbrella and put it in the corridor at the door.

Tang Ji'an looked around and found that her room was too small, just a wooden bed, an old wardrobe, and a desk that had fallen out of paint, giving it the feeling of being a housewife.

Mu Mian put his umbrella and walked into the house: "Well, why don't you go to the yard, brush your teeth and wash your face, and then wash your feet?"

Tang Ji'an: "In the yard?"

Mu Mian knew that this young master had never experienced this kind of life. It happened to be raining outside, so she said: "Forget it, I'll bring water, and you can just brush your teeth and wash your face at my door."

As soon as she left the house, he was about to follow him, and Mu Mian hurriedly pressed him to the bed: "Don't go out, if they come back, they will see you all at once."

Tang Ji'an squinted at her: "What does it matter if you see it?"

"When the time comes, we will have to jump around again. If you don't understand the situation of our family, we should do more than less."

After half an hour, both of them were washed. Mu Mian sneaked to her parents’ room and brought a set of her father’s undershirt and shorts. He smiled: "This kind of pajamas, you wore them before. Once, it should be no stranger."

Tang Ji'an stretched out his hand to take it, and said in a deep voice, "So why don't they buy pajamas?"

Mu Mian sighed softly: "Our proletarian people are not so particular about it. It is also your bourgeoisie who is very picky about food and clothing."

Tang Ji'an took his pajamas and looked around, the question came...

Seeing the girl shaking her head and shaking her head, someone burst into wicked taste, stretched out his hand and started to unbutton his shirt...