He Is Warmer Than Time

Song Ran fell on his back obediently, Xue Ye, Gu Jingxing walked forward with one foot shallowly, Song Ran lay on his body, listening to the fluttering snow falling on the bare branches, feeling extremely relieved.

Sending her to the door, Gu Jingxing hurried to catch the last train to return to the army. Song Ran was so distressed that he turned and entered the house. Song Xuan hurriedly greeted her and grabbed her hand: "How did you do in the exam? I know Battalion Commander Gu. I must go to guard you at the gate of the school, so I didn't go, how about it, isn't your sister particularly empathetic?"

Song Ran hugged her: "Don't worry, sister, she did very well in the exam."

Song Xuan worries: "Are there any princes like you who sell melons and boast?"

Song Ran stretched his hands: "Didn't you ask me how I did in the exam? I'm just telling the truth."

Song Xuan shook her head straight: "You girl."

"Really, I did a good job, don't worry."

Song Xuan's heart was let go. Song Guoqing rushed back from the outside and asked a few questions about Song Ran's college entrance examination. Song Ran only said that the exam was okay.

Song Guoqing nodded: "Well, when the time comes to fill in the application, I will fill the Haicheng Normal University, you know? It's close to home, and it's easy to be a teacher at that time. Dad will rest assured."

Song Ran agreed to him: "I know Dad."

Cut first and play later, what about you! Anyway, I have money in my hands. It's the end of the year. According to her sister, Yang Haitao's office is very impressive, and the book looks pretty good. She should be able to get a lot of dividends.

If we had a crash with her dad at that time, then we would have the confidence to spend our own money to go to the university we want to go to.

So, money can only be hard. This is the last word.

After eating, the two sisters were about to go upstairs, and the phone in the living room rang. Song Xuan hurried to answer the phone, and Yang Haitao’s voice came from the other end of the phone: "Song Xuan...Song Xuan..."

When Song Xuan heard his voice, she felt something was wrong: "Did you drink?"

Yang Haitao whispered: "Drink a little, a little bit."

Song Xuan shook her head. This person has really become a wine barrel for socializing for this office.

Her voice was perfunctory: "Where are you? Are you home?"

After all, he is his own boss, so I should care more or less symbolically.

Yang Haitao sniffed: "I'm in the office, there is something to do... take care of it."

My tongue is knotted, and it seems that I'm very drunk, and I'm still dealing with work, and I'm probably staggering when I walk.

"That's all right, go home quickly, it's snowing outside and it's very cold, go home and sleep quickly."

There was a grateful voice: "You care about me, you care about me, Song Xuan..."

Song Xuan's eyes were dark: "I won't tell you anymore, I hung up."

Yang Haitao could only hear the beep. He was so drunk that he let go of his hand and the phone fell to the ground.

He staggered up to the second floor and fell asleep on the bed. The quilt was not covered, so he fell asleep.

It's freezing cold. He doesn't take off his clothes or cover the quilt, and just sleeps like this for one night, so he can prevent any problems from freezing.

Song Ran went upstairs with her sister and said cautiously: "Yang Haitao?"

Song Xuan glanced at her, "So what?"

"He's drinking? Still at the office? Would you like to see him?"

Song Xuan pushed her head: "Am I your sister or is he your brother? It's snowy, you told me to see him? Are you crazy, are you? Hurry up and wash your bed."