Chapter 1213

1213 Tang Ji ‘an lowered his eyes

When mu Qin saw mu Mian, her expression was rather interesting. She immediately stood up,”What are you doing here?”

“I’m here to visit Ji ‘an.” Mu Mian smiled, her voice calm.

You have to call him director, but I can just call him Ji ‘an. It’s clear which is more important.

Mu Qin gritted her teeth. director Tang is currently working. Just wait for a while.

As they were talking, the heavy wooden door of Tang Ji ‘an’s office opened. Tang Ji’ an stood at the door with one hand in his pocket.”Since you’re here, why don’t you come in?”

Mu Qin couldn’t believe it. Why did the director open the door the moment mu Mian arrived? did the director call her over?

She felt a sense of danger.

“Sister, I’ll go in first,” mu Mian smiled.

She walked towards Tang Ji ‘an’s office, and Tang Ji’ an said in a deep voice, ” “Are you cold?”

“Yingluo is still okay, a little.”

“Get someone to bring in a cup of black tea,” Tang Ji ‘an said to Secretary Tang.

Giving in? wasn’t that giving in to mu Qin?

Then, Tang Ji ‘an and mu Mian went into the office together. Mu Mian turned her head and glanced at her cousin through the crack in the door. That expression on her face, the anger she had suffered for the past 21 years, at that moment, was finally returned to her.

Finally, she had gotten back at him.

Mu Qin gritted her teeth, but she couldn’t show it.

Secretary Tang didn’t know the reason and only said, ” “Make a cup of black tea.”

“Yes,” mu Qin mumbled.

Mu Mian entered his office, but she didn’t dare to approach his desk. Tang Ji ‘an turned around and saw that the man was standing at the door, his heel seemed to be stuck.

“Why are you standing there?”

Mu Mian put her hands in her coat pockets and pouted. I see that there are case files everywhere in your office. If I accidentally see them, will I be legally responsible? ”

Tang Ji ‘an lowered his eyes and pointed at the brown leather sofa by the window. “You can sit over there.”

Mu Mian carefully sat on the sofa, while Tang Ji ‘an sat in front of his desk, staring intently at the stack of documents on the table.

Mu Mian took off her hat and sat there a little cautiously. After all, this was Tang Ji ‘an’s office.

His office was decorated in a standard style, just like a leader’s office in the early 1990s. Tang Ji ‘an had good taste, but he wouldn’t use his taste in the decoration of his office, as it would make it look high-profile. Therefore, the decoration style didn’t match his entire aura.

It was like a rich young master in the Republic of China accidentally entering the office of a town entrepreneur in the early days of the reform and opening up.

Yes, but that person, that noble young master, sitting behind that reddish-brown office desk ...

Everything became reasonable again.

“What did you call me over for, Yingluo?” she asked carefully.

Tang Ji ‘an held the fountain pen. His fingers were long and his joints were distinct. Holding the dark blue fountain pen in his hand, his entire person was as calm as a painting.

Mu Mian’s vocabulary became poor.

Every time she saw him, she felt that he was noble. No matter what he did, no matter what he took, the value of that thing seemed to be raised in an instant.

“We’ll talk about it later,” Tang Ji ‘an said lightly.

Mu Mian was a little puzzled. What did this person mean by this? he called her over but did not explain his intentions. Why was he keeping her in suspense?

After three to five minutes, there was a knock on the door. Tang Ji ‘an didn’t respond to the first knock.

“Someone is knocking on the door,” mu Mian said softly.

“I’m young.” Tang Ji ‘an glanced at her.