Six uncle quickly said: "cough, that, I'm sorry, you'd better take the bus by yourself."

The sixth uncle didn't understand the gratitude and resentment between the second young master of his family and the little girl, nor the subtle relationship between mu Mian and Mu Qin, so he said a lot.

This is good. The eyes of the second young master of his family can almost eat him. He is too talkative.

Muqin looked aggrieved and didn't insist on anything. She just said in a soft voice, "well, I was going to take the bus. I'm leaving."

With that, he turned to the lane.

Tang Jian gently tut a, look a little displeased: "sixth uncle, don't make some decisions without my consent."

Six uncle quickly nodded: "yes, yes, I am talkative, Jian, don't be angry."

Tang Jian lowered his eyes again and continued to read the newspaper in his hand: "no, you don't have to be nice to her."

Six uncle in the heart some wonder, this mu Qin and Mu Mian are not cousins? Is it a bad relationship?

Forget it, he doesn't care about that.

When he was young, Mu Mian came out with the incubator, and the people in the rearview mirror immediately changed their faces. Well, although they were all micro expressions, their anger and faint smile were the greatest expression of their emotions.

The second young master of his family is very happy to see Mu Mian. He can feel it directly.

Tang Jian leaned forward and opened the door for her. Mu Mian raised her legs and stepped in. She turned to look at him. The morning sun was shining brightly into the car. The smile in her eyes was simple and beautiful.

She deliberately pretended to be arrogant: "I didn't intend to bring you porridge. After all, you threw me like that yesterday, and now my butt still hurts."

He wears gold glasses. Well, he doesn't usually wear them. He is short-sighted. He wears glasses when reading newspapers and working. He looks full of abstinence.

His eyes lingered on the newspaper in his hand and did not look up: "how did you bring it again later?"

Mu Mian snorted, wearing some xiaoaojiao: "isn't my mother cooking too much? The rest is a waste, and I'll take it for you

Tang Jian gently tugged at the corner of his mouth: "is it?"

"Of course."

Tang Jian glanced at her: "thrifty and industrious, good habit."

The sunlight from the gap of the old house scattered in a well-organized way, and it suddenly disappeared in his side face. It's really precious young master. How did she slap him in the face and the deep eyes when we met for the first time?

The car drove out of the lane, turned a corner, and slowly passed the bus platform. In front of the platform, Mu Qin was waiting for the bus. Mu Mian's window was half open, and the car drove slowly through Muqin.

Mu chin raises her chin slightly and stares at the people in the car. What she thinks is that Mu Mian is really cheap. There is an empty seat in the car, but she doesn't take her by the way, so she has to squeeze into the bus.

Ah, she will also rely on men. After all, if the competition is fair, she will never be her opponent.

What's the big deal?

What she despises most in her life is that a woman takes advantage of her official position under her skirt. Her Muqin has always relied on her own strength, such as when she was studying, and now she is working.

Mu Mian has a faint smile on her face. She glances at Mu Qin. She is not too enthusiastic or indifferent, which makes her mood invisible.

She does not deliberately pretend to be a good person in front of Tang Jian. She always thinks that Tang Ji'an understands her to some extent. She has been bullied by her family until now. She should not have to repay good for evil. Tang Jian should understand it.

The car is away from the bus stop again