You stupid girl, you will only be brave with your tongue, you will always give in without a bottom line, always put him first, make him ashamed of himself, and make his chest blocked.

Song Ran tried to ease the atmosphere: "The child's surname is Gu for the time being, and when our children grow up, let them choose again to see if they like the surname Gu or the surname Song, do you say okay?"

"Okay, I'll listen to you. ”

It's the beginning of December, and the people in Guangcheng are still wearing only two, but the people in Haicheng have already put on their coats.

Haicheng has been rainy lately, and the whole city seems to be very depressed.

Mu Mian wore a plaid coat with horn buttons, held an umbrella, and entered the Sinan Mansion.

After two months, Tang Ji'an finally summoned her to listen to him again, well, listen to it once less, she has already started the countdown.

After entering the mansion, she put the umbrella on the shelf on the side, and a servant of about fifty walked over and said with a kind expression: "Miss Mu, you are here." ”

"Well, where is Tang Ji'an?"

Last time, he seemed to be waiting directly in the side hall, this time, he wanted to change the scene? Well, yes, unconditional satisfaction, the service is absolutely in place.

Aunt Lin: "Ji'an was sick and had a high fever, and in his bedroom, he asked you to go up directly." ”

"Huh, do you have a fever?"

Aunt Lin's eyes were full of worry: "Well, every year on Madame's death day, Ji'an will get sick, like a spell, you go up directly, I'll make him some green vegetable porridge." ”

Mu Mian replied lightly and went upstairs.

In his room, the door was open, Mu Mian gently pushed it open, and glanced in defensively, it was raining at dusk, the light in the bedroom was dim, there was a table lamp at the head of the bed, and Tang Ji'an was lying on the bed, Mu Mian could see that he frowned slightly, and he didn't seem to be very comfortable.

She walked in softly and walked to the bedside, wondering whether she should call him or not.

He was really, all sick, and he didn't have to call her over.

After thinking about it, I was relieved again, it was because of my illness, because of my mother's death, that I didn't have anyone to talk to, so I called her over.

Come to think of it, he's also pitiful.

She was about to call him, but saw that the person on the bed suddenly opened his eyes, and those eyes were not as sharp as usual, with a little confusion.

His eyes were a little short-sighted, and he narrowed slightly, only to see clearly that it was Mu Mian, and said in a hoarse voice: "You are here." ”

The rustling sound, reflecting the sound of rain outside the window, inexplicably made Mu Mian feel good.

"Well, you told me to come at five o'clock in the evening, and I'm coming, I'm a very punctual person. ”

Tang Ji'an struggled to sit up: "Well, then you can sit." ”

Mu Mian saw that he was wearing pajamas, quickly looked around, and handed him the cotton nightgown on the hanger on the side: "Since you are sick, then don't catch a cold anymore." ”

Tang Ji'an took the nightgown, put it on, and then pointed to the single sofa by the window: "You sit there." ”

Mu Mian sat down obediently, trying to be a professional listener: "You can speak." ”

But seeing Tang Ji'an coughing suddenly, Mu Mian was a little at a loss, and wanted to step forward, but felt that it was not necessary.

Tang Ji'an coughed for a while, then glanced at her: "Please pour me a glass of water." ”

Mu Mian hurriedly said: "Oh oh, okay, okay." ”

She still has to be assigned to be able to think of pouring water, so it seems that she is very cold and ruthless, and she ignores a sick number, Mu Mian, you are not such a person.

She poured a cup of hot water from a glass of water, handed it to Tang Ji'an, and expressed her concern: "I see if you are in a good state today, otherwise, don't talk." ”

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