Chapter 1314

You silly girl, you will only show the courage of words, always give way without bottom line, always take him as the most important, let him be ashamed of himself, let his chest block up.

Song ran tried to soften the atmosphere: "the children's surname is Gu for the time being. When our children grow up, let them choose for themselves again, to see whether they like Gu or song. Do you agree?"

"Well, it's up to you."

It is the beginning of December. People in Guangcheng still wear only two pieces, while people in Haicheng have already put on overcoats.

Haicheng has been raining continuously recently, and the whole city seems to be very depressed.

Mu Mian, wearing a checked coat with a button on his horn and an umbrella, enters Sinan mansion.

After two months, Tang Jian finally summoned her to listen to him again. Well, once less, she has started the countdown.

When she got into the mansion, she put the umbrella on one side of the shelf, and a servant of about fifty came over and said kindly, "Miss mu, you are here."

"Well, where is TANGJian?"

Last time he seemed to be waiting directly in the side hall. This time, he wanted to change the scene? Well, yes, it can be satisfied unconditionally. The service is absolutely up to standard.

Aunt Lin: "Jian is ill and has a high fever. In his bedroom, he asks you to go directly."

"Ah? Have you got a fever

Aunt Lin's eyes were full of worry: "well, every year on the death day of his wife, Ji'an will get sick. It's like a magic spell. You can go straight up and I'll cook him some green vegetable porridge."

Mu Mian answered softly and went upstairs.

The door of his room is open. Mu Mian gently pushes it open and looks into the room. On a rainy evening, the light in the bedroom is dim. There is a desk lamp at the head of the bed. Tang Jian is lying on the bed. Mu Mian can see his eyebrows wrinkle slightly, which seems uncomfortable.

She walked in lightly, went to the bedside, tangled, should not call him.

He was really sick, and he had to call her over.

A thought, and relieved, just because of illness, mother's death day, no one to talk about, so called her to come over.

Think about it. He's pathetic, too.

She was about to call him, but she saw the man in bed suddenly opened his eyes, the eyes, not as fierce as usual, with some confusion.

His eyes are a little short-sighted, slightly narrowed up, only to see that it is mu Mian, hoarse voice said: "you are here."

The rustling sound, reflecting the rain outside the window, inexplicably makes Mu Mian feel good.

"Well, you asked me to come over at five o'clock in the evening. I'm a very punctual person."

Don Jian struggled to sit up: "well, you can sit."

Mu Mian saw that he was wearing pajamas. He looked around quickly and handed him the cotton Nightgown on one side of the hanger: "since you are sick, don't catch cold again."

Tang Jian took the robe, put it on, and pointed to the sofa by the window: "you sit there."

Mu Mian sat down and tried to be a professional listener: "you can say it."

However, Tang Jian suddenly coughed, and Mu Mian was at a loss. She wanted to move forward and felt that there was no need.

Tang Jian coughed for a long time, then glanced at her: "please pour me a glass of water."

Mu Mian quickly said, "Oh, oh, OK, OK."

I have to be assigned to pour water. It seems that she is very indifferent and indifferent to a patient. Mu Mian, you are not such a person.

She poured a cup of hot water with a glass water cup, handed it to Tang Jian and expressed her concern: "today, you can't do it. Otherwise, don't talk."