Chapter 1782

After all, she told her mother that Tang Jian was drunk and unconscious. At this moment, he suddenly ran out like nothing happened. Can her mother believe what she said from now on?

No, the image of a good girl can't be destroyed.

It was not easy to wait for him to brush his teeth, and then he was going to sleep in the cot.

Mu Mian held him: "you'd better sleep in a big bed. The bed is narrow and short. You will feel uncomfortable when you sleep."

Don Jian glanced at her: "do you sleep well?"

Mu Mian stretched out his hand to compare the two people's stature: "you see, how much difference we are."

Mu Mian is not short, nearly 170 cm. However, because Tang Jian is too tall, if he is allowed to sleep in this small bed, he will probably be able to sleep with his legs bent down for a night.

That's too hard on him.

Tang Jian stretched out his hand and gently held her waist: "or..."

Mu Mian quickly shook his head: "don't even think about it. You can sleep in a bed."

With that, he pushed him directly to the big bed, and then reached for the lamp.

Tang Ji'an whispered, "how did you turn off the lights?"

The room is dark, Mu Mian murmured: "which so many problems, sleep your sleep."

When the girl takes off her coat and sweater, isn't it easy for him to see the curve? How can that be?

Hum.

Soon, they both got into the bed. The big bed and the small bed were half an arm's apart.

Tang Ji'an lay on his side, looking at the street lights outside, as if the light was covering her body.

Early winter night, why not feel cold at all? How do you feel so warm and warm?

He reached out his hand from the quilt and gently touched her face. Mu Mian said softly, "put your hands back. It will be cold."

"I'm not so afraid of the cold," he said

This community is very quiet, late at night, everywhere is quiet, only occasionally one or two dog barks, but as if far away in the sky.

Mu Mian reached out and stroked the back of his hand: "it's cold. Don't let the cold wind pour into your quilt. It's easy to catch a cold."

Plain and simple language is the most extravagant words of Tang Jian.

He backhand, clenched her hand, voice deep way: "won't catch a cold, I'm not so fragile."

It seemed that the wind was blowing out of the window, and the cold wind gently patted the window. His heart was peaceful.

Mu Mian whispered, "well, sleep."

Tang Jian is a man who has always had a shallow sleep and a lot of dreams. For many years, he has been like this.

Because of the impact of childhood, because of the psychological shadow over the years.

But this night, he had a very solid sleep.

Small houses are more warm and practical than big ones.

Tang Jian and Mu Mian both know this.

But Zhong Qi didn't understand.

Her economic strength, can live with Mu Mian similar small apartment, if she does not want too much, in fact, her life is very good.

Decent work, good looks, looking for a man of the right family to marry, in fact, can live a prosperous life.

Unfortunately, her ambition is much bigger than her ability.

The small house of 70 Ping can not satisfy her expectation of valley, and the large house of 300 Ping can match her ambition.

The human heart is not enough for the snake to swallow the elephant.

Her father's medical expenses were not enough, and her mother refused to leave. She was really in a hurry for fear that Mrs. Su would suddenly visit her house.

She was also afraid that her mother would not cooperate with her, and that Mrs. Su might see through her.

She had a sense of anxiety about all sides.

Anxiety is at its height.