He Is Warmer Than Time

The next day, Saturday, and the sun was shining bright, Secretary Tang came to Sinan Mansion to report on his work and informed Tang Ji'an about the progress of Chengnan's investment and construction of the factory.

Tang Ji'an nodded calmly: "Well, pay attention at any time."

"understand."

Secretary Tang began to report on other aspects of work.

On the sofa beside him, Mu Mian glanced at the man who was working from time to time. He was very anxious. Didn't he agree to accompany her to see the wedding dress.

This man, as soon as he works, forgets to sleep and eat. He has been talking about work with Secretary Tang for more than three hours, and he is about to eat lunch.

After the lunch, the secretary didn't know whether to leave.

If she doesn't leave, is it possible that she has to drive others away?

No, she can't be so ignorant and can't interfere with his work.

After lunch, Secretary Tang left. Mu Mian breathed a sigh of relief and quickly said to Tang Ji'an, "Let's go out too."

The man said, "What do you do?"

Mu Mian collapsed: "Didn't you say you're going to see the wedding dress?"

After all, it's been a few days since we got married. If you don't look at it, it might be too late.

Tang Ji'an looked at his watch: "Well, wait for me for a while, I'll deal with two more files."

The people in the shop said that the wedding dress would be delivered at two o'clock in the afternoon, and they could only wronged her to wait a while.

Mu Mian curled his lips: "Is it a very important and urgent document?"

"Well, it's very important. You sit and wait for a while, eh?"

Mu Mian could only sit on the sofa in the side hall and wait for him to finish his official duties.

After eating, she was a little dull in the afternoon. The cicadas cried endlessly, and the ceiling fan above her head creaked. It was when she was prone to get sleepy, she fell asleep on the sofa after a while.

Tang Ji'an took a flimsy blanket and placed it on her stomach, fearing that she would catch a cold.

Mu Mian slept groggyly, dreaming of wedding dresses in his dreams. Tang Ji'an was not satisfied when she said that she had worn a lot of them. When she was too anxious, she suddenly woke up.

I saw a fishtail wedding dress hung on the hanger directly opposite the sofa. The slim design, the beautiful fishtail, the pure white gauze, and the dark gold trimmed tail suffocated her.

It is her favorite wedding dress style that she dreams of.

She reached out and rubbed her eyes, she should still be dreaming.

"Like it?"

The man's voice rang aside, and she nodded mechanically: "I like it, I like it very much."

He reached out and rubbed her head: "Okay, then go upstairs and try it on."

Mu Mian lay on the sofa blankly: "I don't want to move. When I move, the dream may wake up."

Tang Ji'an stretched out his hand and flicked on her forehead: "Silly girl, this is not a dream, this is true."

The pain was real, Mu Mian was shocked, and immediately sat up, looked at the wedding dress in disbelief, and looked at Tang Ji'an: "This...this turned out to be true? Did you pick this wedding dress? You quietly Silently, you helped me choose the wedding dress. You really understand me and know what style I like."

Tang Ji'an looked at the silly girl, intending to make her more excited, and said, "I didn't pick it."

Mu Mian was taken aback for a moment: "Then...who is that?"

Tang Ji'an took her hand, walked to the wedding dress, took off the wedding dress, and took her upstairs.

"I didn't pick it, but...I designed it."