He Is Warmer Than Time

The others were also arranged to the neighbors' homes nearby accordingly.

Every household feels that they are shining. After all, everyone is a big man. When I go out in the future, some of them will blow up.

Song Ran and Gu Jingxing also upgraded their grades. They lived in their east house. There were two more wardrobes and solid wood boxes in the house, as well as several new beds of bright red quilts. There were big red spittoons beside the bed, everywhere. They are all pasted with the word "hi".

As soon as the door closed, Gu Jingxing stretched out his hand to wrap her waist: "Tomorrow I will probably be very tired, go to bed early."

Song Ran hung on him and mumbled: "I thought of one thing, it seems that white is unlucky on your side, right?"

Gu Jingxing said honestly: "It's true that when you are doing funerals, you wear white when you wear hemp and filial piety."

Song Ran knew that in this era, the rural areas in the north were still relatively feudal and superstitious. She consciously said: "Then the wedding dress I brought back will no longer be worn. Fortunately, I brought back an extra Tang suit.

Gu Jingxing frowned: "It doesn't matter, it's the only wedding in our life. I want you to follow your own preferences. Their feelings are not important."

Song Ran lay on his chest and smiled sweetly: "Well, do whatever you like. Besides, I am so beautiful, and I look good in wedding dresses and Tang suits, don't you think?"

Gu Jingxing turned over and pressed her under her body: "Ran Ran, don't let me be so moved."

Song Ran Yingying looked at him beautifully: "We are already one, so what else do we share with each other."

Isn't the point of being born again just to let her not have regrets?

She was very fortunate that God gave her a chance to live again, so that she could be nice to him, and she, after all, did not live up to God's expectations.

The man's breath became heavy, and Song Ran panicked: "Tomorrow is all manual work, you can stop me."

Gu Jingxing bowed his head in her ear, breathing slightly, "I know, I will hold it back, or you won't even be able to walk at the wedding tomorrow, it's really not suitable."

Song Ran reached out and hugged his waist: "Go to sleep, Commander Gu."

The neighbors next door, Deputy Tang and Mu Mian were arranged to live in their Westinghouse. Tang Ji'an had a bad expression anyway. He was a young master who was born with a golden spoon in his mouth. He was a young master who lived in Sinan Mansion since he was a child. He grew up so old. , I have never lived in the countryside, I have never lived in such a dilapidated old house where the lights are so dim.

Tang Ji'an and Mu Mian were arranged in a quilt. Because there were too many people, they were in pairs. Song Ran deliberately fulfilled them. It would be inconvenient to go out. Compared to their father, they would not mind that they were not married. Just live together.

Neighbor Wang Auntie said cautiously: "Deputy...Deputy Minister, you and your wife will go to sleep quickly, all the bedding is clean, you will just take a look. If there is something improper, you..."

Mu Mian quickly said: "I...we are not..."

Tang Ji'an snatched her words: "It's not thoughtless, it's very good here, I like it very much."

Aunt Wang was happy when she heard it: "That's good, that's good. If you need anything, just call it."

Tang Ji'an smiled: "Okay."

With the door closed, Mu Mian glanced at the man in front of him: "Who...who is your wife?"

The simple room, the dim lighting, but it was difficult to conceal his beautiful temperament. He lazily reached out and rolled up the sleeves of the white shirt, and reached out to the wall next to her, with a low and lazy voice: "Sooner or later it will be Mrs. Tang, Isn't it?"