He Is Warmer Than Time

Ye Cheng took advantage of the situation and said, "Then I will let you invest in my department store and pay you dividends at the end of the year. What do you think?"

Mu Mian peeled the orange, took a meal, and looked at him grinningly: "It's enough for you to buy me a meal."

She was politely rejecting his kindness and didn't want to accept his gift.

Ye Cheng was a little bit disappointed. Mu Mian was always in front of him. He always had a sense of measure. He would never cross that line. He even borrowed money and even gave him an IOU.

This made him feel very powerless.

Mu Mian said again: "You don't have to worry about me losing money. I have shares in Song Ran's entertainment company, and I also make money by acting on TV. So, I don't need money."

Ye Cheng couldn't laugh.

Mu Mian whispered again: "But don't tell my family about this, especially not let my aunt and grandfather know, otherwise they will worry about my money again."

Ye Cheng nodded gently: "Don't worry, I won't say."

Mu Mian split the peeled orange and sent it to his mouth.

Ye Cheng was simply flattered. He was really a blessing in disguise. This car accident came at the right time.

There are so many innocent books in the world.

When she stuffed the orange into his mouth, Tang Ji'an happened to walk to the door of the ward. The ward was open, and he saw the warm scene happening in the ward at a glance.

He paused, his face was pale, his apple slid up and down, his hands in his trouser pockets clenched into fists.

He has always been well-educated, and he will never make the act of reprimanding him for being injured and sick face to face.

He just stood at the door of the ward and watched for a while, watching Mu Mian feeding the man on the bed the oranges piece by piece.

Then, his face was gloomy and went to the side.

Mu Mian fed him a whole orange, then picked up the thermos bottle on the side and shook it: "It seems that there is no water. I will go to the boiling water room and get some water back."

Ye Cheng looked contented: "Okay."

Mu Mian carried two thermos bottles of red peony and walked out, and the boiling water room was beside the stairs.

She passed the stairs slowly, but was suddenly pulled in.

Mu Mian screamed in fright and raised his eyes to see that it was Tang Ji'an.

She was a little annoyed: "Why are you so fascinating?"

I didn't see him for two days, and the man didn't come to her, didn't comfort her, and didn't give her any promise.

Her heart has been aching faintly.

Now he looked at her with a gloomy face.

Why should she be so wronged?

She struggled: "You let me go."

Tang Ji'an clutched her wrist tightly and pressed her against the wall: "Does Ye Cheng have no family? Need you to take care of him?"

Mu Mian frowned: "We are neighbors, and his family can't get away. I'll take care of it. It's nothing wrong."

Tang Ji'an's face became more and more gloomy: "Did you forget that you are someone who has a boyfriend?"

Mu Mian raised his chin and looked at him: "Isn't there a boyfriend who can't have any relationship with other men?"

Tang Ji'an's eyelashes trembled slightly: "He likes you, you know he likes you, you give him hope by doing this."

Mu Mian's heart ached: "You think too much. I didn't give him hope. I just saw that he was hurt too badly. I felt that he was pitiful and couldn't just ignore it."

Tang Ji'an used his hands hard, and Mu Mian's expression was distorted: "You let me go."

Tang Ji'an gritted his teeth a little: "You follow me now."

Mu Mian frowned deeply: "I won't go with you. He is badly injured and can't even walk. I can't take care of myself. I have to stay and take care of him."