He Is Warmer Than Time

Cao Feng feels soft in the end: "Old Mu, Mianmian is sick, why do you still have so many worries? Do you want her to be more ill?"

Mu Guohui was caught in a fierce ideological struggle, and Mu Mian was still coughing miserably.

Mu Guohui really loves his daughter and doesn’t want her daughter to suffer. Mu Mian has been burned on his back. He has been lying in the hospital recently. His resistance is not good. But this winter is really cold, and his home is indeed like an ice cellar. The body must be overwhelming.

He made up his mind and said: "You can live in the past, but your mother will take care of you with the past."

He must be uneasy to let his daughter live alone in a big man's house.

Mu Mian looked at Tang Ji'an embarrassedly, but Tang Ji'an nodded, "Okay."

Mu Guohui went to pack his luggage, and said to Cao Feng as he packed: "You live in the past, do you know that Tang vice-house guards against it? Don't let him do anything unusual to us Mianmian."

Cao Feng whispered: "The Tang Vice Court does not look like this kind of person."

Mu Guohui sighed softly: "You don't understand men, anyway, you have to watch them."

Cao Feng nodded: "Don't worry about you."

So, on the first day of the new year, Mu Mian was wrapped in a zongzi and delivered to Tang Ji'an.

She was fortunate that her mother was soft-hearted and her ears were soft. Even if she went to the Sinan Mansion with her, it wouldn't help.

Tang Ji'an did everything by herself. She came by herself when she arrived at the Sinan Mansion. When Cao Feng entered the house, she was shocked: "This house is really warm, it feels like spring."

Tang Ji'an smiled: "Well, floor heating is installed in the house. Auntie, please live on the first floor. I'll call Aunt Lin to come and help you clean up the room."

Cao Feng hurriedly said, "I will do it myself, I will do it myself."

Tang Ji'an supported Mu Mian: "Then I will take her to the second floor."

He carried her luggage in one hand and supported her on the second floor with the other hand. As soon as Mu Mian entered the room, he was amused: "The road is one foot high and the devil is one foot high. Old Mu never expected it, right?"

Tang Ji'an squinted at her: "What do you mean?"

Mu Mian proudly said: "I deliberately didn't cover the quilt when I slept last night, you cooperated well."

Tang Ji'an suddenly sank: "You mean you want to live with me and deliberately get yourself a cold?"

Mu Mian nodded: "I can't think of other ways. My dad usually looks kind, but he is actually a very stubborn person."

Tang Ji'an was angry and distressed, and stretched out his hand to push her head: "How can you make fun of your body? You just came out of the hospital, and now you have a cold again, you..."

He was so angry.

Mu Mian said cheerfully: "It's okay, just take some medicine. I can live with you for a while, and my dad has nothing to do with me."

Tang Ji'an was speechless and choked: "You girl..."

Tang Ji'an let her lie down on the bed, and then covered her with a goose down quilt. Next to it was a large window, with floor heating and the sun. The room was so warm that it was a far cry from the ice cave of Mu Mian's house.

Mu Mian sighed: "The rich will really enjoy it."

Tang Ji'an poured her a cup of hot water: "Aren't you also quite rich?"

Mu Mian touched his neck: "But I don't seem to be able to enjoy it without you, because I am not from a wealthy background, so in general, my consumption outlook is similar to that of my parents and I am not willing to spend money."