He Is Warmer Than Time

Tang Ji'an took Mu Mian's hand and solemnly introduced to his family one by one: "She is Mu Mian and my girlfriend."

Han Ping looked at Mu Mian up and down, and then whispered to Zhong Ling next to him: "Have you seen it, how do you feel?"

Zhong Ling smiled, noncommittal.

Han Ping's voice became lower and lower: "I know you must also look down on it, as if we were a baby in Ji'an."

As they were talking, Tang Ji'an had already led people to them, and Mu Mian cleverly called his eldest aunt and second aunt.

In front of everyone, most of all, in front of Ji'an, they always wanted to behave like an elder, so they greeted Mu Mian kindly.

After a group of people introduced him, Mu Mian felt a little dizzy.

The most important thing is that Ji'an's aunt likes to add prefixes when introducing people, the minister of certain department, the minister of certain department, Mu Mian feels like he is back to the school days, racking his brains to remember These official titles.

Really tired.

After the introduction, Han Ping grabbed Mu Mian’s hand affectionately, and Mu Mian couldn’t help shaking. This great aunt, what do you want to make?

Han Ping smiled and looked at Tang Ji'an: "Your brothers haven't seen you for a long time. Let's go to the side hall and talk with them more. Our female compatriots here want to talk about female compatriots."

Tang Ji'an took a meaningful look at his elder aunt, who chuckled softly, "You kid, what look in the eyes? Can I still bully your little girlfriend?"

Tang Ji'an raised his eyebrows slightly and was about to distinguish two sentences. Mu Mian pulled him a hand and smiled: "If your aunt asks you to go, you can go. It is not convenient for you to hear what our female compatriots want to talk about. ."

Tang Ji'an shook her hand gently, she understood his implication, and shook his hand back to signal him to be relieved.

The side hall and the main hall are separated by a porch, and people on both sides cannot hear each other.

Mu Mian couldn't help but sigh, why do rich people want to build such a big house?

She really didn't dare to live in such a big house alone.

Tang Ji'an lived alone in this huge house for more than ten years. How lonely he should be.

Han Ping took her hand, sat at the table, and introduced it again: "This is my daughter-in-law, this is your second aunt's daughter-in-law. You can call her sister-in-law..."

Mu Mian called his sister-in-law obediently...

Then... it felt as if the context was suddenly switched, and the people on the left and right suddenly and without warning began to communicate in French.

Mu Mian was stunned.

Also stunned was Tan Shuyi, what...what does this mean?

When Tan Shuyi was studying abroad, she minored in French, so she naturally understood what they were talking about.

It's just that Mu Mian can't. They just communicate in French without anyone else, aren't they afraid that Mu Mian will be embarrassed?

She stretched out her hand and pulled Han Ping's sleeve. Not only was Han Ping indifferent, she also grabbed Tan Shuyi's hand and asked in French, "How is your father lately?"

Tan Shuyi felt embarrassed, and she replied in Chinese: "Very...very good, everything is good."

Seeing that she was not cooperating, Han Ping turned to communicate with his wife Zhong Ling in French: "This girl, what a great skill, have you seen, how long did the child of Ji'an ever be so precious to a woman? Family, it’s very dangerous to be fascinated by beauty, you say, just this kind of vixen woman, can we tolerate her?"