He Is Warmer Than Time

After a meal, Mu Mian breathed a sigh of relief. He looked attentively and earnestly. She really couldn't look directly at him. After watching it for a long time, it would be easy to fall into his tenderness.

Tang Ji'an reached out and rubbed her head: "Why are you relieved?"

"It's too much torment to be fed by you."

She is duplicity.

Tang Ji'an squinted and reached out to pinch her jawbone: "You are a little white-eyed wolf."

Mu Mian struggled: "Then when can my little white-eyed wolf go home?"

Tang Ji'an glanced out the window: "Wait for Uncle Six to come back."

After waiting, it was half past seven. Before Uncle Six's car had stopped, Mu Mian rushed out.

Tang Ji'an followed her with a dark face, and down the corridor, he grabbed her hand: "You just can't wait?"

"I won't go back so late, my parents should be anxious."

Tang Ji'an grabbed her by the hand and didn't let her move. Outside the corridor, the rain was pattering, her eyes were so bright that he was addicted to it and couldn't help himself.

He stretched out his hand to wrap her waist and stared at her: "Mianmian..."

When he called her Mianmian, she couldn't help her expression softly, but her tone was still annoying: "What are you doing?"

"We get along well, shall we?"

With the dim light and the patter of rain, she was held in his arms, as if the fierce quarrel during the day was really only happening in a dream.

Mu Mian thought, Tang Ji'an is really elusive.

She muttered: "I want to get along well with you. Are you the one who doesn't want to get along well?"

Tang Ji'an pinched her waist lightly, and Mu Mianjiao said, "What are you doing? I'm telling the truth."

The Sixth Uncle in the car next to him did not turn his head and looked at the rain view outside the window. Well, Xiaoyou really didn't leave a way for people to survive.

Tang Ji'an hesitated for a moment, and then solemnly said: "My father and mother were not married because of love."

Mu Mian was a little surprised, he opened his heart to her again.

He continued: "Because it is not love, so after my father got married and gave birth to two children, he met his true love, that is... Xiao Ran's mother, he divorced my mother soon.

My mother was hit hard and kept talking in my ears all day long. She shouldn’t get married, she shouldn’t get married. No one in the family knew that she was sick. People at that time didn’t pay much attention to mental illness. They never care about her.

She talked like this in my ear for two years, two years, giving me a deep-rooted and terrible impression of marriage. "

Mu Mian's heart couldn't stop being pulled into a ball.

Tang Ji'an continued: "You know what happened later. She passed away and committed suicide in front of me. Before she died, she still told me that I hope I will not touch love and marriage in this life."

Mu Mian felt very distressed: "Your mother is sick, so I can't listen to her words."

Tang Ji'an said solemnly: "I know, I'm trying not to be affected by her."

Mu Mian raised his hand and touched his face.

On a rainy autumn night, Young Master Tang Er was so fascinated by the scenery and this person that he was a little bit irrational. He was still at this door and had the urge to kiss her.

He changed, really changed.

He bowed his head slightly, Mu Mian panicked and pushed him hard. What does this man want to do? This is still at the door, and Uncle Zhong is in the car next to him.

She pushed Tang Ji'an away and ran out in a hurry, then got into Liu Shu's car, opened a little window, and waved to him: "Goodbye."