He Is Warmer Than Time

Du Dapeng drove on and said suspiciously, "Boss, this is not the way for my sister-in-law to go home."

Gu Jingxing frowned, his expression sinking slightly, and he didn't speak.

The car went to a long-standing bungalow area, Sinan Mansion. The people who lived here were either rich or expensive. Song Ran's car was stopped, and the security personnel asked a few words before letting them in.

Gu Jingxing asked Du Dapeng to park the car at the door. He knew that their car could not get in.

Du Dapeng cautiously said: "Who do you see my sister-in-law?"

Gu Jingxing glanced at him: "Why do you want to know everything?"

The car went deep along the winding road. Some of the bungalows in the Sinan Mansion have a history of hundreds of years. The traces of the years can be seen in these bungalows.

The car stopped in front of a vermilion bungalow. There was a water tank in the yard. There was a handful of water lilies in the water tank. The leaves were still green when they failed to open. They floated up and down with the rain.

The Jingzi in the yard is very delicately managed. It can be seen that the owner is a tasteful and particular person.

Song Ran got out of the car under the umbrella, reached out and knocked twice on the iron door. No one answered, Song Ran held the umbrella and waited at the door.

When the sky was completely dark, and it was past six o'clock, I saw Tang Ji'an's car slowly approaching.

Tang Ji'an saw her, but it was not a surprise, because Song Ran's face was not pretty, he knew that this little girl probably came to him to settle the account.

The people who usually came to him were always begging him to do things, but Song Ran dared to show him a face, as if he owed her a million.

Uncle Liu got out of the car, gave him an umbrella, opened the door, and Tang Ji'an got out of the car slowly.

Song Ran looked at him and thought to himself, Tang Ji'an is the authentic person who has been used to living a generous life, and he has to open the door even when he gets off the car. How can such a person stare at her Song Ran?

It's really tricky for such a powerful person to look at her.

She can't deal with him like Wen Huihui, Jiangfeng or Ruan Qing, because they are in the name of love. If you are careless, you will get the title of affection.

Moreover, she is really not Tang Ji'an's opponent, she is the mayor's son, this Haicheng mentioned Tang Ji'an's name, who wouldn't give him three points of face?

Tang Ji'an took the umbrella in Liu Shu's hand and walked to Song Ran with a deep voice: "Waiting for me?"

Song Ran thought to himself, this is not nonsense? At your door, who can wait for you without waiting for you?

She smiled: "Yes, waiting for the second brother."

Tang Ji'an said again: "It's raining and it's cold, why don't you wait in the car?"

Song Ran frowned. It was his concern that made her sincere and fearful. It was because of his concern that she was inferior in the moral realm, and she couldn't righteously blame him for his faults.

She smiled reluctantly: "I'm not afraid of the cold, second brother, go in and talk."

Inside the bungalows, Song Ran has been in the Republic of China period, and the decoration is very exquisite.

Probably the house left by his mother.

Tang Ji'an made black tea for her, put it next to her, and whispered, "Warm up."

Song Ran frowned and raised his eyes to look at him. Tang Ji'an sat on the sofa with a calm expression, his long legs overlapped, and his expression calm. He didn't seem to behave like a guilty conscience.

Song Ran coughed lightly: "Second brother, you should know that I am not here to drink your tea."

"What is that for?"

Song Ran squinted, this man's mental quality is too good.