He Is Warmer Than Time

Mu Mian walked over excitedly: "When?"

Mu Guohui took the old yellow calendar and pointed to the number on it: "Tomorrow."

Mu Mian was surprised: "Ah? Ming... tomorrow?"

This was too hasty, and Tang Ji'an couldn't help laughing: "Since tomorrow is a good day, then we should go and get the certificate."

Mu Mian touched his neck: "Too...too hasty, right?"

Tang Ji'an shook her wrist: "Get the certificate. It's not a wedding. There is nothing to prepare. Just bring your respective household registration books."

Mu Mian bit his lower lip: "I always feel that I need to be mentally prepared."

Tang Ji'an squinted at her: "What do you mean? What kind of psychological preparation do you need to marry me?"

Mu Mian pulled him into the room, and saw the man with a calm face and whispered: "Are you angry?"

Tang Ji'an took her hand and raised her hand to his eyes: "I have accepted my ring. I promised to marry me. You can't go back."

Mu Mian snorted and laughed: "I didn't say to go back, why are you nervous?"

Tang Ji'an squeezed her chin: "Then why did you look embarrassed just now."

Why did Mu Mian look embarrassed? Isn't it because she has to marry him? In that regard, she...she hasn't been mentally prepared yet.

"It's okay to get a certificate, but can we live in my house for these two days?"

That way, men shouldn't be so unscrupulous...cough...that's it.

Although he looks like a cold and cold person on the surface, he always feels that he will be crazy even without moral restraint.

Tang Ji'an squinted slightly and stared at her: "What are you afraid of?"

Mu Mian's throat tightened: "I'm not afraid of anything."

The man bent his head to her ear and whispered: "Afraid of pain?"

Mu Mian's face suddenly became hot, and he reached out and gently pushed his chest: "No...no."

The man’s lips lightly touched her auricle, making her not only blush, but also her whole body becoming dry and hot...

"Duplicate girl."

Mu Mian's legs were soft, and there was confusion in her mind. Yes, she was afraid of pain, but it was too hard to tell, she was embarrassed to say it.

He stretched his hand to hold her waist, and continued to talk to her in a bewitching manner: "I will be lighter."

Mu Mian's throat tightened, and his voice sounded like a mosquito: "Xiao Ran...Xiao Ran said, it's a lie for men to say such things."

Tang Ji'an's eyes grew deeper and deeper: "This girl, she actually told you this."

The scale of the conversation between best friends is unimaginable for a man.

Mu Mian raised his eyes to look at him: "Will you live in my house for these two days?"

She thought that if there were elders, he would be restrained to some extent, so she would feel more at ease.

"Okay, just live in your house."

Young Master Tang doesn't matter, it's nothing more than whether Mu Mian can shout out.

If she doesn't shout out, it's her own suffering.

Ok.

Mianmian is digging a hole for himself.

That night, the second son of Tang slept on the sofa in the living room properly. It was a day's countdown. He didn't need to leave a bad impression on his mother-in-law and mother-in-law.

Regarding his behavior in the living room, Mu Guohui gave him a thumbs up and said that he was a gentleman.

Mu Mian snorted, the hypocrite, he obviously did everything except the last step in his house, but he pretended to be serious in front of her parents.

It's really worthy of being an official, and people have to persuade them.