Chapter 1562

The procuratorate building, Zhong Qi stood at the end of the corridor on the seventh floor, watching Tang Jian's car slowly leave.

Tang Jian is in it, and Mu Mian is in it. Maybe he is still sitting in a row.

She can even imagine the scene of two people talking and laughing, which makes people envy and makes people envy.

If only she was sitting inside.

That's how it's done, isn't it? They match each other. They are equal. She and Tang Jian are made for each other.

But the man she likes never has her in his eyes.

Zhong Qi looks a little lonely, lonely will jealousy cover, she does not want to understand where wrong.

When the car arrived at Sinan mansion, it began to rain.

Mu Mian looks out of the window in surprise. Well, it's raining. It's raining. Is it possible to stay on a rainy night or something?

The car was parked in the courtyard. Uncle Liu got out of the car with a big umbrella and went to Tang Jian. Tang Jian looked at Mu Mian and said, "let's go after dinner here."

"Good."

Well, she seems a little too reserved. Will she scare him?

Tang Jian got out of the car and took the umbrella in his hand. He was about to go to the other side to hold the umbrella for her. However, she pushed the door and rushed into the corridor.

Tang Jian's forehead blue veins suddenly jumped two times, really a savage girl.

He and six uncle together slowly walked into the corridor, light tut: "such a heavy rain, you wet."

Mu Mian patted her hair carelessly: "it won't get drenched."

Tang Jian obviously can't understand, gave her a white eye, and then into the foreign house.

In the kitchen, aunt Lin was cooking dinner. Tang Jian pointed to the leather sofa in the side hall: "sit down and wait for me."

Mu Mian sat on the sofa while Tang Jian went upstairs. When he was young, he came down with a blue towel and covered her head: "wipe it."

The smell on the towel is very good. Maybe it's the smell of his soap. It's fresh, with a little smell of male hormones. Smelling this smell, Mu Mian can't help blushing.

She keeps spitting on herself in her heart, Mu Mian. You are too unpretentious. People just kindly give you a towel. You should stop all kinds of fantasies in your mind.

Just as she was thinking, TANGJian's big hand covered her forehead: "is there a fever?"

Mu Mian's face heaved and burned.

His hands Palm warm, finger belly gently touched her forehead, the voice is also low, and the outside of the rain.

This season of early summer, let her a heart is about to jump out of throat.

Ah This feeling, too wonderful, the beginning of love, is probably to describe her feeling now.

Although, she is already 22 years old;

although, it is not appropriate to describe her when she is in love.

However, she can only think of this word, after all, Tang Jian is the first man she likes.

His hand was still moving upstream of her forehead, and then he touched his forehead: "it's like It's a little hot. "

It's not because of fever, it's because of It's because someone's in a mess.

Mu Mian turned around and said in a flustered manner: "it's OK. I don't have a cold."

The rain splashed on the window, and the wind grew stronger. Mu Mian felt his ears buzzing.

Tang Ji'an turned around and went upstairs again.

Mu Mian wipes his hair mechanically and looks suspicious. What is he going to do?