He Is Warmer Than Time

After all, she told her mother that Tang Ji'an was already drunk and unconscious. At this moment, he suddenly ran out like an okay person. Can her mother believe what she said from now on?

No, the impression of a good girl can't be shattered.

After finally waiting for him to brush his teeth, he will go to sleep in a small bed.

Mu Mian grabbed him: "You should sleep in a big bed. That bed is narrower and shorter. You will feel uncomfortable sleeping."

Tang Ji'an glanced at her: "You will be comfortable when you sleep?"

Mu Mian stretched out his hand to compare the height of the two of them: "Look at us, how far we are."

Mu Mian is actually not short, nearly 170 centimeters, but because Tang Ji'an is really too tall, if he were to sleep in this small bed, it would probably be worth the night to sleep with his legs folded.

That would be too difficult for him.

Tang Ji'an stretched out his hand and gently embraced her waist: "Or..."

Mu Mian shook his head quickly: "Don't even think about it, you sleep in one bed alone."

After speaking, he pushed him directly onto the big bed, and then stretched out his hand to pull the lamp.

Tang Ji'an whispered: "Why turned off the lights?"

The room was dim, and Mu Mian snorted: "Which so many questions, sleep on your sleep."

The girl took off her coat and sweater, isn't it easy to see her curves? How can that be?

Humph.

Soon, both of them got into the bed, the big bed and the small bed were separated by half an arm.

Tang Ji'an lay on her side, looking at the street lights outside as if she was lightly shrouded in her body.

In the early winter night, why didn't it feel cold at all? How do you feel so warm and warm?

He stretched out his hand from the bed and gently touched her face, Mu Mian whispered: "Put your hand back, it will be cold."

He said lightly: "I'm not so afraid of the cold."

This community is very quiet, late at night, everywhere is quiet, there are only one or two dog barking occasionally, but it seems to be far away.

Mu Mian reached out and stroked the back of his hand: "It's cold, don't let the cold wind into your quilt, it's easy to catch a cold."

Plain and simple language, but Tang Ji'an's most extravagant words.

He backhanded, squeezed her hand, and said in a deep voice: "I won't catch a cold, I'm not that vulnerable."

The wind seemed to be blowing outside the window, and the cold wind slapped the window lightly, and his heart was quiet.

Mu Mian whispered: "Well, go to sleep."

Tang Ji'an has always had very light sleep and he has many dreams, which has been the case for many years.

Because of the blow to childhood, because of the psychological shadow over the years.

But this night, he slept very securely, exceptionally secure.

A small house can make people feel more warm and practical than a big house.

Both Tang Ji'an and Mu Mian understand this truth.

But Zhong Qi didn't understand.

Her financial strength can live in a small apartment similar to Mu Mian. If she doesn't want too much, in fact, her life is pretty good.

Decent work, good looks, and getting married with a man who is right in the right position can actually make life prosperous.

It is a pity that her ambition is far greater than her ability.

A small house of seventy square meters can not satisfy her lack of hope, but a large house of three hundred square meters can match her ambition.

The heart is not enough to swallow the elephant.

Her father’s medical expenses were still short, and her mother refused to leave. She was really anxious to get angry, for fear of Mrs. Su's sudden visit.

She was also afraid that her mother would not cooperate with her, and also afraid that Mrs. Su might see through her.

She has an embarrassing sense of anxiety.

Anxiety is extreme.