Chapter 1315

Tang Jian looked up at her and said, "can you count this time as well?"

Mu Mian's mind is very fast to calculate, calculate? No?

Well, count it. After all, he is a patient and looks pitiful. Let's give him a gift of friendship.

"Well, count."

Tang Jian's brow is stretched, seem to have some gratification, but still pointed to the sofa by the window: "sit down."

It seems that he still wants to talk and talk.

Tang Jian took a sip of hot water and listened to the rain outside the window. After a long time, he began to speak slowly: "I have three uncles. My uncle is an official in Kyoto. He is a big official."

Fortunately, she was used to his opening remarks of superiority.

Tang Jian continued: "my uncle and my father are not very compatible. I feel that my father and Yu Jin united together to kill my mother. So my uncle doesn't want me to be close to my father, but it's hard for him to think about it. Because my father doesn't pay attention to me and my elder brother at all. For many years, he has only been looking for Yu Jin and her two daughters, and I can't get close to my father either..."

With that, he coughed again.

Mu Mian was on pins and needles: "otherwise, it's better to forget it today. I see your voice is very hoarse, and people are not energetic."

Don Jian looked at her in a low voice: "you don't go, just listen to me here."

Mu Mian dropped his hand and said, "OK, go ahead."

The rain was pattering outside the window. Tang Ji'an was not slow to tell how he had gradually developed such a disposition over the years. In most cases, he failed to seek father's love, and his temperament gradually became cold and did not hold expectations. Therefore, the whole person's eyes only had work.

Mu Mian sighs in her heart that although her family background is ordinary, at least her parents are sound and her psychology is normal, so it is better to be born in an ordinary family.

When I heard this, I heard 7:30, and it was raining heavily outside the window.

Knock on the door, aunt Lin came in with a tray and said in a soft voice, "Jian, I've cooked some green vegetable porridge, please eat some."

Tang Ji'an's face turned white, and he said, "put it on."

Then he glanced at Mu Mian: "that's all for today. You can go."

Mu Mian doesn't know what's wrong with him. He even has a desire to listen to him.

Maybe it's because his voice is so good?

Maybe it was because of the windy and rainy night that she was so idle and boring?

I don't know. She's a little confused.

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

"Eight more."

She looked back. "What?"

He told the truth calmly: "eight times left, you don't have to face me. Are you very happy?"

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

He waved his hand: "OK, you go."

Mu Mian felt a little flustered and didn't dare to stay for a long time, so he ran away in a hurry.

Perhaps because he was ill, or because of his mother's death, Tang Jian was a bit decadent, and there was no trace of the elite in the past.

He said to himself, "aunt Lin, I know that no one in the world will like me. They all want to escape from me."

Aunt Lin looked at him heartily: "Jian, no, there are many people like you, you don't want to."

Tang Jian lowered his eyes and took the atherosclerotic bowl on the cupboard: "OK, you also go out."

"Dr. Liang will come and check you again."

"It's just a cold. You don't have to be so enthusiastic. He doesn't have to come here. I'll go to bed after taking medicine."