He Is Warmer Than Time

Mu Mian glanced at her father from the corner of his eye: "Then I will take Tang Ji'an with me, can I?"

Mu Guohui's tone was a bit disgusting: "Why do you have to take him wherever you go?"

Mu Mian helped her mother peel the pea yellow, and said as he peeled it: "He has now entered the Finance Department, and he will introduce it to his uncles and aunts at home, and then to his grandfather."

Mu Guohui vented his nostrils, but didn't say much.

Mu Mian was delighted in his heart, her father's mouth was stiff, but in fact he should not dislike Tang Ji'an anymore. This is a good sign.

"Mom, when will you go back to Sanyuan Alley for dinner?"

"This Saturday night at six."

"Row."

Opposite the door, Ye Cheng stood in front of the window, lit a cigarette, and smoked slowly. The window was lush and green, but he was full of sadness, and he was out of step with this late spring season.

The feeling of loneliness, melancholy and loss made him tangled.

Today, he has a successful career and a blank relationship. This makes him feel empty, guarding his huge industry, but unable to find anyone to share his joy. This feeling is really tormenting.

He smoked half a pack of cigarettes by the window, the sky was dark, and there was a knock on the door. He knew that Aunt Cao came and asked him to eat.

Both Uncle Mu and Aunt Cao are very good people. He just uses the kindness of others, but he feels that he is out of control.

Feelings are whirlpools that make him involuntarily sucked into it. The more he struggles, the deeper he sinks into it.

He opened the door with another gentle smile: "Auntie... I still have dinner tonight, so I won't go to your house to eat."

"Oh, so, then you have to remember to drink less, drinking too much can hurt the liver."

Mu Mian's parents are kind people, because they are neighbors' children, they will take care of them if they can take care of them.

Ye Cheng reluctantly smiled, "Okay, I know."

The door closed again, and he smiled bitterly. It may be that he did not have the tragic childhood that Tang Ji'an experienced. Because his family is normal, unlike Tang Ji'an who lost his mother when he was young and lacked family love, God sent Tang Ji'an such a warmth. His family to make up for him?

In the darkness, Ye Cheng sighed, what is he? He is like a substitute player in the game, sitting outside the arena, secretly peeking at everything on the court, he can only come on as a substitute if the player is deviated.

But unfortunately, they didn't have any omissions, they all played very well.

He could only sit on the cold bench until he was frustrated and desperate, and there was still no one to take him to play with.

At Sinan Mansion, Tang Ji'an returned home and found no trace of Mu Mian. He looked around, and there was a note left by her on the desk in the office.

This girl went home without telling him?

Can't wait to be so impatient?

He didn't even eat dinner, so he took the car key and went out, and drove to Wantai Garden by himself.

When he arrived at Mu's house, Mu's family had almost eaten dinner, leaving only some leftovers.

Mu Mian looked at his dad's wink, walked carefully to the door, and whispered, "Have you had dinner?"

Tang Ji'an coughed slightly, "If you didn't eat, why did you leave without saying goodbye?"

Mu Mian hurriedly pulled him to the dinner table: "These leftovers, you can deal with them and eat them, okay?"

Cao Feng stretched out his hand and wiped his hands on his apron: "I'll go cook two more dishes for the deputy dean."

"No need, Auntie, I can eat these."

Deputy Director Tang has never been so neglected. Whoever invites him to dinner doesn't dare to eat until he arrives, but... with his future father-in-law and mother-in-law, can he make faults?

The answer is obvious.