He Is Warmer Than Time

The rain is endless and the weather is gloomy. Although it hurts everywhere, Ye Cheng feels very happy. In the small ward, the voice of Mu Miannian's story echoes.

Ye Cheng thought, it would be great if time could stand still and stay at this moment forever.

Mu Mian took good care of her, serving tea, pouring water, and chatting to relieve boredom. In addition to going to the toilet, she would call the grandfather of the caregiver, and she did well the rest of the time.

At noon, she also fed Ye Cheng lunch.

The uncle nursing worker was also very qualified, and he relayed everything that happened in the ward to the sixth uncle without a word, and the sixth uncle relayed it to Tang Ji'an.

Young Master Tang's heart was anxious.

The waiting time becomes longer.

After three o'clock in the afternoon, Zhao Hong hurried over. After all, it was her son. After all, her son had just been seriously injured, so she would still be worried.

As soon as she walked into the ward, she clearly saw a flash of disappointment in her son's eyes.

The dead boy is too obvious. For the girl you like, you must relax and not wrap it too tightly. If you don't give people a little space, they will be under great pressure.

She walked over with the insulated lunch box, and smiled at Mu Mian: "Little Mu, you have worked so hard to take care of our Ye Cheng."

Mu Mian hurriedly waved his hand: "No, no, I had a good chat with Ye Cheng."

Ye Cheng smiled like the stupid son of the landlord's house: "Mu Mian told me a lot of gossip about the entertainment industry, which is very interesting."

Mu Mian is anxious: "You can't leak it out, otherwise people will call me a big mouth."

"No, no, I must be tight-lipped."

Zhao Hong didn't live in his heart and sighed, how good these two children are, how good they are, how... why did they kill Cheng Yaojin halfway?

Hey, really.

Mu Mian left the ward, holding an umbrella, and hurried out.

As soon as she left the inpatient department, she saw a black car parked in the parking lot. It was his car. She recognized it.

It's almost a day, and he is still waiting here.

Mu Mian held the umbrella and walked to the gate deliberately, not planning to ignore him.

But seeing the car started slowly, when she drove to her side, the car stopped, the window was pressed down, and the rain was blown into the compartment along with the wind.

Tang Ji'an issued general orders: "Come in."

Mu Mian struggled, opened the car door and sat in.

Tang Ji'an tried to calm his emotions and maintained a normal tone: "Since there is a caregiver, why should I stay for so long?"

Mu Mian stretched out his hand and patted the rain on his shoulders: "I have promised to be with him for a day. There is no reason to speak and believe."

Mu Mian feels that in love, she can't continue to compromise, and when it's time to be tough, she will be tough.

Anyway, after all the tricks were made, Tang Er Shao didn't appreciate it.

Tang Ji'an gritted his teeth: "You still fed him a meal."

Mu Mian turned his head to look at him: "How do you know so clearly? Did you hire the caregiver?"

Young Master Tang Er slumped, but he was still confident: "What if I hired it? The Ye family can't afford to hire a caregiver, so I will hire one for him to save other people's time."

Mu Mian said softly, "I am willing to take care of him."

Tang Ji'an grabbed her wrist, and Mu Mian's face changed: "Do you still use violence? You pinched my wrist."

Tang Ji'an looked down and saw that Mu Mian's wrist was blue and purple, all of which were his own masterpieces.