He Is Warmer Than Time

Tang Ji'an's bungalow, the telephone rang again, he frowned and answered the phone, and the door guard's anxious voice came: "Tang Deputy Hall, this old man claims to be your wife's grandfather, is he really not allowed to enter?"

Tang Ji'an's voice was faintly imperceptible anger: "Why, don't you understand what I'm saying?"

The guard on the other side heard the anger in Tang Deputy Hall's tone, and was so scared that he hurriedly apologized: "Sorry, Tang Deputy Hall, I know, I won't let him in."

After finishing speaking, I hung up the phone, called the two tall guards, called a taxi, one on each side, carried the old man into the taxi, and then folded the wheelchair into the trunk.

Liu Cuixiang yelled at the side: "What are you doing? How do you treat patients?"

The guard pointed to the taxi: "Do you want us to take you up, or go up by yourself?"

Liu Cuixiang scolded, "I'm going to sue you, saying that you abused the elderly!"

The guard looked at the shrew in front of him with a headache: "If you want to sue, then go sue."

Liu Cuixiang had nothing to do. She knew that Tang's vice-tall's temper was absolutely cruel and ruthless. Even if she and the old man really knelt in front of him, he would definitely be indifferent.

She could only admit that she got into the car, and the old man clutched his heart: "Is it just so futile?"

Liu Cuixiang looked at him desperately: "What else can I do? That girl is hard-hearted and refuses to even see us. What else can we do?"

The old man was so angry that he cursed, now he can only curse.

The car left the Sinan Mansion.

In Tang Ji'an's bungalow, Cao Feng was busy cooking for his daughter in the kitchen. Tang Ji'an was relieved. Fortunately, he brought the cotton back in time, otherwise it would really be too troublesome.

He went upstairs, Mu Mian lay half on the sofa, basking in the sun.

This year, she was really troubled. She had blocked sulfuric acid for him before, and the scars on her back were not healed. Now she has new injuries all over her body and two scars on her face. She looks sad and pitiful.

The doctor said, the scars on the cheeks will retreat in the future. Fortunately, they will retreat, otherwise she would regret it?

He approached and saw her reading a book.

He whispered: "What are you looking at?"

Mu Mian waved the script in his hand: "The stage play I rehearsed, the original script, I wrote it myself."

Tang Ji'an touched her head: "When you get better, you can go to school."

Mu Mian smiled: "I don't think it's getting in the way, after all, it's all trauma."

Tang Ji'an squinted at her: "You don't have to think about it. The doctor ordered you to stay in bed for at least half a month."

Mu Mianteng sat up: "Half a month, our performance will be half a month later, how can you let me rest for so long?"

Tang Ji'an said firmly: "Well, there is no discussion about this. The performance is not as important as your body."

Mu Mian looked at him aggrievedly: "I also want to let those who look down on female directors realize how ridiculous their prejudice is through this performance."

Tang Ji'an's expression did not loosen: "Okay, don't think about it. You must take care of your injuries at home. Haven't you been rehearsing for a while? For the rest, just let the actors perform by themselves."

Mu Mian wanted to say something, Tang Ji'an squeezed her face: "No discussion."

Mu Mian can only be defeated: "I will try to rest for half a month."