He Is Warmer Than Time

"Are you okay?"

Mu Mian held the spoon in his hand and said indifferently, "It's okay."

He saw that there were many red spots on her bare arms, obviously because of this dinner.

He took her hand out of the kitchen.

"It's really okay."

He pressed her to the sofa, then turned around and walked to the cabinet, took out a medicine chest, rummaged through it, found a Yunnan Baiyao, and folded it back to her.

He took another pot of water, took a towel, and wiped her two arms and cheeks lightly, then took the ointment, squeezed out a little, and rubbed it on the red and swollen area, and said with regret: "Cooking here. You should leave it to Aunt Lin. You have a specialization in the art industry, and your hands will be used to make movies in the future."

Mu Mian smiled: "I want to be a perfect woman who can go to the hall and the kitchen, can I?"

Tang Ji'an tapped her forehead lightly: "Don't be too greedy. You can be a director and cook. Wouldn't it be someone else's job?"

Mu Mian stretched out his hand and touched his forehead: "Then you want to taste the dinner I made, I'm very careful."

How could Tang Ji'an fail her attentiveness?

On the table, there are four dishes and one soup, grilled pomfret, asparagus and shrimp, boiled cabbage heart, sushi and oyster mushrooms, plus a bowl of tomato egg soup.

First of all, from the perspective of appearance, Tang Ji'an gave a high degree of affirmation: "There are meat and vegetable dishes, a reasonable combination, four dishes and one soup, well-off standard, not bad.

Mu Mian happily said: "Take a bite, take a bite quickly."

Tang Ji'an sandwiched a piece of grilled pomfret, which was delicious, tender and natural. With the assistance of Aunt Lin, the taste would certainly not be bad.

"It's delicious. Qing is better than blue. Aunt Lin is a good master."

Mu Mian snorted, "It also depends on whether the apprentice is savvy, you just praise Aunt Lin, why don't you praise me?"

Tang Ji'an was afraid of exaggerating too much, and she was too interested.

He still feels that a woman needs to be pampered, and it is okay to cook a meal occasionally when she is interested. He will feel distressed if she is often asked to cook.

"Well, it tastes good."

Although the praise is a bit stingy, Mu Mian is still very happy.

After supper, the sun had completely sunk below the horizon, and the cage in the room was faintly yellow.

Tang Ji'an washed the dishes, and then took her upstairs together.

"You go to the bedroom, I still have work to deal with."

Mu Mian responded lightly: "Well, don't work late."

"know."

In midsummer, she was lying halfway on the bamboo chair by the window, sultry and unbearable, and the floor fan was blowing loudly, and she was reading the novel in her hand.

After a while, it started to rain outside the window. The rain was so heavy that it washed away the heat, and finally felt some cool wind in the room.

The rain was torrential, Mu Mian took a shower, but it was still raining outside.

She looked at the clock on the wall. It was nine o'clock in the evening, and Tang Ji'an had no intention of going back to the room.

Since she had expressed resistance before, he has always followed the gentleman's style and never touched her again.

It's been half a month, she feels shamelessly, as if... there is still a little desire.

Thinking of this, her face was flushed thoroughly, and she felt tight in her chest.

She hurried to the electric fan, blowing wildly at the electric fan, just after taking a shower, blowing directly at the electric fan, this girl, she wanted to die and want to get sick.

She blew it for a while, feeling that the heat in her body could not be reduced, so she got up and made a cup of tea, and walked to the study with the teacup.