Tang Jian glanced at her lightly. The morning sun was golden. Her smiling face was too beautiful. He couldn't help laughing: "it's better to be thick."

Mu Mian frowned: "it's bad for the stomach to drink strong tea in the morning?"

Tang Jian has buried himself in his work: "it's OK. I'm used to drinking. I worked too late last night. I need strong tea to refresh myself."

Mu Mian can see the dark blue in his eyes. Obviously, his work intensity is very strong. He lives in a high position and is born rich and noble. He never slacks. In fact, Tang Jian still has a lot to learn from.

She will also work harder and strive to shoot a good TV set that is famous all over the country as soon as possible.

She hurried out of his office, made him a cup of strong tea, and was about to leave the office, but Tang Jian stopped her: "just sit here for a while."

Mu Mian was at a loss: "you want to work. I'll disturb you when I sit here."

"There is still a little time to leave. You can sit for a while, and there is nothing to do now."

Mu Mian touched his neck and said, "let me clean your office."

Tang Jian drooped his eyes and said with a little smile in his voice: "no, there will be an aunt to clean up later."

Just then someone knocked at the door, and a middle-aged woman in her 40s came in with a small bucket in one hand and a broom in the other.

The middle-aged woman is loud and warm-hearted. She greets Tang Ji'an when she comes in, and Tang Ji'an answers her lightly.

The elder sister looked at Mu Mian and said with a smile, "who is this girl? There are no women in your office except those directors in the vice Hospital of Tang Dynasty. "

Mu Mian is a little puzzled. This cleaning aunt dares to say anything to Tang Jian. Unlike those procuratorate staff who met below, she is respectful to him and is frightened to see him.

Tang Jian did not look up, but also should a: "replace Zhang to do a few days."

While cleaning the table, aunt cleaning kept glancing at Mu Mian. Mu Mian was so uncomfortable that she could only smile politely at her.

The aunt whispered to Tang Ji'an: "it's really beautiful. It's more beautiful than the flowers of our procuratorate. It's not only good-looking, but also obedient. Are you a relative of the vice court?"

Tang Jian slightly raised his eyebrows: "sister Zhao..."

Sister Zhao waved her hand: "good, good, I don't ask more."

Then, he lowered his voice and said, "but vice hospital, if it's not a relative Cough I know how to look at your face. This girl, Wang you, is absolutely helpful to your career. "

Tang Ji'an glanced at her: "when did sister Zhao change to fortune telling? Let premier Zhao open a fortune telling shop for you

Zhao Jie quickly picked up the small bucket: "OK, OK, I don't say, don't say."

With that, he dragged the floor of Tang Jian's office and ran out.

Mu Mian said with a sigh of relief: "this aunt is not the same as the rest of your procuratorate."

"What's different?"

"She doesn't seem to be afraid of you."

How dare you talk to others like that?

Tang Jian held the pen and signed the document in his hand. He said, "she is the sister of the president."

Mu Mian was so surprised that his chin fell off: "sister?"

Tang Ji'an glanced at her, and was filled with resentment. How could the man in charge of daily affairs talk with Mu Mian about the dean's housework in the morning? This is really not the lonely self.