He Is Warmer Than Time

Feng Baoer interrupted at the right time: "Well, I also think that Nangong Yan played a little bit more in his teenage years, especially those emotional dramas. Although it is clear that he does not like Azhu, it is Azhu who has unrequited love for him. There are too many scenes, and it is inevitable that he will give the audience a feeling that he is very affectionate."

Director Yang scratched the back of his head: "Well, what the hero sees is the same. It seems that our opinions are the same. I didn't say it before. I'm afraid that it will make you unhappy."

Song Ran waved his hand: "How could I embarrass the director for my own selfish desires, just cut it, I'm fine."

Director Yang was relieved: "That's good, that's good, I'll invite you today, thank you for your understanding."

Song Ran's smile never stopped, Wen Huihui, do you want to kill someone with a knife? Then I will pay back as many as you can.

Several people were pushing cups and changing cups, chatting in the north and south. When the waiter came in to serve the food, the door was hidden. A person wearing cloth shoes slowly passed by and glanced at the person inside. His complexion was a little ugly and hurriedly. ran away.

At the dinner table, the director, deputy director, and Brother Jun drank a little bit, and the scale of the jokes of the few people became bigger and bigger. Song Ran drank a sip of herbal tea and exhorted a few words in Brother Jun’s ear: "You keep drinking with them. I still have something to go."

The army nodded: "You go, I will stay with you."

Song Ran ran out in a hurry, Feng Baoer followed her out of the private room, and called her: "Where are you going?"

Song Ran looked back at her: "Go and visit my savior."

Feng Baoer shrugged: "I am idle and I am idle, let's be with you."

The two of them left the small restaurant, bought some bananas and apples from the fruit shop in front of the hospital, and entered the hospital together.

As soon as I entered the hospital, I saw Uncle Chen’s face looked ugly. Song Ran put down the fruit, touched his nose and said, "Yao Xifeng, are you feeling better? Did you sleep well last night?"

Before Yao Xifeng spoke, Uncle Chen yelled first: "Xifeng hurt you like this. You are better. You can drink and have fun with others, Song Ran, how can you eat? How can you drink?"

Yao Xifeng looked at Song Ran nervously, then scolded Uncle Chen and said, "Uncle Chen, don't you say a few words!"

Uncle Chen got worse, picked up the fruit Song Ran put on the bedside table, and threw it at her feet: "Why should I say less? When you were so painful that you couldn't sleep last night, people sat back and fell asleep. After that, I will happily eat with others. At this moment, I will pretend to bring some fruit over. It's just a pretense. Our Yao family doesn't lack your fruit. You can take it and eat it yourself!"

Song Ran's face suddenly couldn't hold back, and felt a little unreasonable, so he didn't argue with Uncle Chen, bent down to pick up the fruit on the ground, and gently put it on the bedside table: "That... I'm sorry to make you so angry. Since you don't want me to come, then I...leave first."

Yao Xifeng suddenly became anxious, and grabbed her wrist: "Song Ran, don't go."

Feng Baoer leaned on the door frame, shook his head, and sighed lightly: "Uncle Chen, come out first."

Uncle Chen still has a lot of fire, and he wants to hate iron but not steel to teach Yao Xifeng not to be so spineless, but Feng Baoer directly pulls it out: "Your young boss is injured like this, do you still plan to train him?"

Uncle Chen was pulled out of the ward by Feng Baoer, and said rather unhappily: "That's a silly boy."