He Is Warmer Than Time

Tang Ji'an raised his eyes to look at her: "Then this time, can it be counted as one time?"

Mu Mian quickly figured it out in his mind, count? Doesn't count?

Okay, forget it, after all, he is a sick person and looks pitiful, so please give it to him once in friendship.

"Yeah, forget it."

Tang Ji'an stretched his brows, seemingly relieved, but still pointed to the sofa by the window: "Sit down."

It seems that he still wants to talk, wants to talk.

Tang Ji'an took a sip of hot water and listened to the sound of rain outside the window. After a long while, he slowly said, "I have three uncles. The first one is an official in Kyoto, a very big official."

Fortunately, she has become accustomed to his kind of show superiority opening remarks.

Tang Ji'an continued: "Uncle and father are not very good. I feel that my father and Yu Jin have united and killed my mother. Therefore, my uncle does not want me to be close to my father. In my eyes with my eldest brother, for many years, I have been eagerly looking for Yu Jin and her two daughters. I can't get close to my father..."

After speaking, he coughed again.

Mu Mian felt like sitting on pins and needles: "Or, let's forget it today, I think your voice is very dumb, and you are very lackluster."

Tang Ji'an looked at her with a low voice: "Don't go, just listen to me here."

Mu Mian dropped his hands: "Well, you can continue talking."

The rain outside the window was pattering, and Tang Ji’an told me how he gradually developed such a temperament over the years. It was probably because he could not be loved by his father, and his temper gradually became cold and he did not hold on to expectations, so the whole There is only work in people's eyes.

Mu Mian sighed, although her family background is ordinary, but at least her parents are sound and her mentality is normal, so it is better to be born in an ordinary family.

After hearing this, I heard that at half past seven, the rain outside the window became heavy.

There was a knock on the door, and Aunt Lin came in with a tray probe and whispered: "Jian, I'm making vegetable porridge, you can eat some."

Tang Ji'an turned pale, and responded lightly, "Let it go."

Then he glanced at Mu Mian: "That's it for today, you can go."

Mu Mian didn't know what was wrong with him, he actually had a desire to hear him continue.

Maybe it's because his voice is so nice?

Perhaps, because of the windy and rainy night, she was too idle and bored?

I don't know, she is a bit confused about her clues.

Suddenly, she felt that her idea was too incredible, so she hurried to the door.

"Eight times left."

She looked back: "What?"

He told the facts very calmly: "There are eight times left, so you won't use it to face me. Are you very happy?"

Mu Mian was a little speechless and didn't know what to say.

He waved his hand: "Well, you can go."

Mu Mian felt a little flustered and dared not stay for a long time, and ran away in a hurry.

Perhaps because of illness, or perhaps because of his mother's death, Tang Ji'an was a little bit decadent, and the elite fans in the past were not visible at all.

He felt a little bit self-satisfied and said: "Aunt Lin, I know, no one in this world likes me, they want to escape from me."

Aunt Lin looked at him distressedly: "Jian, no, there are many people who like you, don't do that."

Tang Ji'an lowered his eyes and picked up the porridge bowl on the bedside table: "Okay, you can go out too."

"Doctor Liang will come over in a while, and I will check you up again."

"It's just a cold, so I don't need to be so exciting, so that he doesn't have to come over, I will go to bed after taking the medicine."