He Is Warmer Than Time

Yes, her life has taken a sharp turn from the age of eighteen, and now she is back to the age of eighteen, isn't it the best age?

Song Ran finished her homework. It was already past nine o'clock in the evening. Her sister would be worried if she didn't go back. She stretched her waist, Gu Jingxing packed her books into her bag diligently, Song Ran stretched out her hand. , It's too late.

She muttered: "Leave me alone, you are still hurting, why are you so restless?"

Gu Jingxing lifted his schoolbag: "Go, I'll let the hospital military vehicle take you back."

Song Ran looked at him suspiciously: "Are you going somewhere by the way?"

When the two were out of the ward, Gu Jingxing let go of her hand: "It's not to send you by the way, but to send you specially."

Song Ran: "Oh? Pursuing public for personal gain? This is not your usual style of Battalion Commander Gu."

Gu Jingxing chuckled and said, "It's really a special gift to you, let's go."

The two went downstairs. The flat area in front of the inpatient building of the hospital was very spacious. Some ambulances and a few military vehicles were parked. Gu Jingxing's driver, Du Dapeng, didn't know where he came from, so he got into the car.

Song Ran hesitated and said, "Jingxing, I don't want you to use a public car for me. Will someone gossiping in the back?"

Taking advantage of the darkness, Gu Jingxing quickly touched the top of her head: "It's okay, get in the car."

Song Ran insisted: "You did the meritorious service in the first place, so don't be punished for the private use of the bus."

Gu Jingxing looked at a serious Song Ran and said with a smile: "The political commissar specifically allows you to say that you, as a soldier's family, have half of your military medal. If you visit me too late, a licensed military vehicle will take you home."

Song Ran's heart suddenly relaxed: "Really?"

Gu Jingxing touched her face distressedly: "Really, Xiao Ran, don't worry about me like this, I have always taken my own measures."

Song Ran got on the car with peace of mind, Gu Jingxing was about to drill in, Song Ran pressed his shoulder: "You go back to the ward to rest."

There are several sections of the road to Tianzifang that are a little bumpy. He is in serious condition, so how can he be exhausted by car?

Gu Jingxing didn't care about it and got into the car with her: "I don't worry."

He was hurt, and Song Ran didn't dare to push him hard, so he succeeded in getting into the car and sat beside her, with a successful smile at the corner of his mouth.

Song Ran carefully held his face as if he was holding a porcelain doll: "It's bumpy on the road, don't behave."

Commander Gu Ying waved his hand: "Dapeng... drove."

Hey, the command of the battalion commander is like a mountain. Du Dapeng inserted the key into the hole, put in gear, stepped on the accelerator, and the car plunged into the night.

Song Ran sat anxiously beside him, the flickering street lamp light shining on his side face, the man's long eyelashes and the tall bridge of the nose reflected each other, making her unable to remove her eyes.

She tightened his hand and said softly: "You..."

In the dark carriage, he unscrupulously clasped her fingers, and the warm touch spread from his palm to her heart.

Song Ran raised his head to the driver Du Dapeng and said, "Excuse me, please drive more slowly."

The crescent moon hung on the treetops, and the car wandered in the night of early November. The city was becoming depressed little by little at a very slow speed.

It is this city that is depressed, and they are still warm as ever.

My heart was warmed by this man, and it was so hot.

if I get it I am lucky, but if not, it is fate……