He Is Warmer Than Time

At the end of the meal, Han Ping's plan was shattered, and naturally he had a black face all the time.

Tang Ji'an is not a person who thinks of others in particular, and he doesn't like to look at people's faces. Seeing his aunt's black face, he still insisted: "Aunt, I will send Mu Mian home."

Han Ping glanced at him: "Go."

What is the solution? The child is too big to stay, this kid seems to be deliberately irritating her.

As soon as Tang Ji'an left, Han Ping leaned against the sofa and hummed, and said to Su Zhengguo as he hummed, "I will never care about this kid anymore. I'm really mad at me."

Su Zhengguo said softly, "I think you can't be free."

Han Ping snorted: "This kid is a white-eyed wolf, who is really good to him, who only values ​​his power, he can't see at all."

Su Zhengguo was sitting in distress and watching the news: "Okay, let him go."

Han Ping snorted bitterly, and did not continue to speak.

On the road, in the speeding car, Tang Jian kept holding Mu Mian's hand and glanced at her with raised eyebrows: "What they said, you don't need to take it to heart."

Mu Mian shrugged, pretending to be relaxed: "I didn't take it to heart."

Tang Ji'an smiled, that's good, but fortunately, his woman is not like a girl that his cousin Su Xingguang had talked about before, she was easily scared away.

The car stopped in front of Mu's house, and Mu Mian gave him a careful look.

The street lights were dim, and his profile was so attractive that she asked her in a ghostly way: "Will you stay tonight?"

Tang Ji'an turned to look at her: "Do you want me to stay?"

Blame the night is so beautiful, her eyes become more and more blurred: "I...I hope."

Tang Ji'an got out of the car and opened the door for her: "Go in and find out."

Mu Mian suddenly smiled slyly: "Telling."

She tiptoed into the yard, Tang Ji'an told the sixth uncle: "You go home."

When he was young, Mu Mian ran out lightly with a distressed expression: "They are all chatting in the front yard."

Tang Ji'an raised his eyebrows: "Isn't your room in the back yard?"

Mu Mian nodded: "So?"

Tang Ji'an took her hand, walked back around the courtyard wall.

The wall of this courtyard is one and a half people high, but it doesn't look high.

Mu Mian looked at him in surprise, and squatted: "You, you, you...you don't want to climb the wall, do you?"

Tang Ji'an stretched out his hand and began to take off the suit that restrained him, and then threw it into Mu Mian's hand. Under the dimly yellow street lamp, Young Master Tang Er wore a white shirt, so handsome that he couldn't remove his eyes.

Mu Mian looked at him nervously: "Have you ever crawled, don't fall, then..."

When the time comes, his big aunt will come to make things difficult for her again, she can't afford it.

But seeing Tang Ji'an jumped up and quickly climbed the top of the courtyard wall with his hands, and then, as soon as his arm received force, the whole person climbed up to the top of the wall.

Mu Mian looked at Tang Ji'an in astonishment. Does she have any misunderstandings about Tang Er Young Master?

She always felt that Tang Ji'an was the kind of weak and noble young master, but he used practical actions to slap her in the face time and time again.

He not only has muscles, he is also agile, he is so busy with official duties, when on earth did he get such a good figure?

Tang Ji'an sat on the wall and stretched out his hand towards her, and Mu Mian took his hand.

Tang Ji'an stretched out his hand to support his forehead: "What are you going to do?"

Mu Mian took it for granted: "You pull me up."

Tang Ji'an gave her a white look: "I'm asking for clothes from you. This is your house. You need to climb the wall? Just enter from the front door."

Oh, she seems to be stupid.