He Is Warmer Than Time

Mu Mian smiled: "It's okay, I'm not embarrassing you, I will wait for him on the first floor."

After speaking, she turned and went downstairs. When she passed the sixth floor, Zhong Qi saw her back, and uttered a little, an outsider, always running to the core of the procuratorate's rights, this woman took herself too seriously.

Mu Mian ran to the first floor. There was a leather sofa next to the hall. She sat on the sofa and waited for Tang Ji'an.

In the hot weather, there were a few ceiling fans in the hall, creaking, Mu Mian was a little irritable, there were too many villains around him, always doing everything possible to destroy, and sometimes it was simply impossible to guard against.

On the seventh floor, Tang Ji'an was still having a meeting with the dean and the chief prosecutor. In the huge office, the electric fan was blowing in the wind, but it could not bring any coolness.

At the end of July, when it was the hottest time of the year, Tang Ji'an took a sip of tea and raised his hand to look at his watch. It was already half past five.

Dean Zhao is slightly fat and afraid of heat. He cleared his throat and said, "Or come here today."

Tang Ji'an exhaled, "Well, good."

Tang Ji'an was about to get up, and Dean Zhao stopped him. Upon seeing this, the chief prosecutor quickly walked out with Secretary Tang and Dean Zhao’s secretary.

Tang Ji'an looked at Dean Zhao: "What? Dean, is there anything else?"

Dean Zhao held the teacup, took a sip of the tea, and said loudly: "That's it, your target Mu Mian, I think she always runs to the seventh floor and will be gossiped by others, so if she comes again in the future, like this, Let her wait for you in the lobby on the first floor, what do you think?"

Tang Ji’an’s eyes were deep and complicated. Obviously, someone ran to Dean Zhao to make irresponsible remarks. Tang Ji’an smiled: “I think the dean’s consideration is right. She is not a member of the prosecutor’s office. Run downstairs, I will ask her to come to the procuratorate as little as possible in the future."

Yuan Zhao nodded: "Well, you can understand it."

Tang Ji'an left the meeting room and called Zhang Yang into his office. He whispered: "Did Zhong Qi go to the dean in these two days?"

Zhang Yang recalled: "Yes, I went to the dean yesterday."

Tang Ji'an waved his hand: "I see, you give me a little stare at Zhong Qi."

Zhang Yang nodded his head: "Okay, the vice yard."

Tang Ji'an glanced at him again: "But your relationship with Zhong Qi seems to be good."

Zhang Yang couldn't argue: "Associate Hospital, I really have a relationship with Zhong Qi. That time when she asked her to send the materials, I regretted that I didn't have to, I regretted my death."

Tang Ji'an said coldly: "Okay, let's go out, watch Zhong Qi for me, and report anything abnormal to me."

"Okay, the vice yard."

Tang Ji'an stretched out his hand and pressed his temples, then left the office, walked to the lobby on the first floor, and saw Mu Mian, who was leaning on the sofa to read.

Tang Ji'an was comforted when she was actually reading, she was finally motivated.

He walked over and took a condescending look. The girl looked down at the book and read some words. The few French words she read were fairly standard, and Tang Ji'an just listened quietly.

The staff from the procuratorate who come and go will quietly glance at them.

Mu Mian read for a while, and suddenly realized that there was someone standing beside him. He was startled. He looked up at him defensively, and saw that it was Tang Ji'an. He whispered, "Come here to be scary."

Tang Ji'an coughed slightly: "Let's go, go back."

She got up, Tang Ji'an walked in front, Mu Mian saw that his back was a little wet, and it seemed that he was also very hard at work, so he hurried to follow.