He Is Warmer Than Time

The car drove steadily on the highway. Evening passed and night came. Gu Jingxing squeezed her hand and said in a deep voice: "I am jealous that Yao Xifeng saved you, but I am annoyed that I can't be with you all the time. You I did not save the two dangers, I..."

Song Ran clasped his hands tightly: "You are a person with a family and a world in mind. Such a trivial matter of children and daughters shouldn't trap you, even if you can't be with me all the time, the person who is most concerned about me, It will always be you."

Gu Jingxing whispered: "Xiao Ran...You are so good, but I'm such a bastard."

Song Ran approached him and smiled slightly: "Then I understand it as carelessness, okay?"

Gu Jingxing stretched out his hand to touch her face: "You will make me feel more embarrassed."

"Then assign you a difficult task."

"What task?"

"Take me a lesson. I will make up the exam soon. If you hang up the exam again, all the responsibilities are on you."

Gu Jingxing hugged her into his arms, with a gentle voice: "Okay, I will definitely let you take the high score."

Wen Huihui was afraid it was a dream, but she could not think of it. She tried her best to instigate the discord. With a few words, she resolved all the contradictions again. She knew it, she should vomit blood.

At the entrance of the hotel, the sky was completely dark, leaving only the incandescent lamp hanging at the door, shining faintly, and the driver turned around and said: "Bo'er, why isn't this Song Ran coming yet? Are we still waiting for her?"

Feng Baoer looked at Xiaolu: "Maybe it was delayed in the hospital, wait a while."

Half an hour later, Feng Baoer raised her hand and said, "Go to the hospital first."

When I arrived at the hospital, I went upstairs and asked Yao Xifeng, only to learn that Song Ran had left.

Has Song Ran left long ago? She doesn't have a car. Did she take someone else's car? Is this girl walking in such a hurry? He didn't say hello to her either.

She was a little worried in her heart, maybe something happened, so she asked the driver to drive back to Haicheng quickly.

In a military jeep, Song Ran, who had been filming for a whole day, was tired and paralyzed at the moment, leaning against Gu Jingxing's arms and slept wheezing.

Gu Jingxing flattened her body and rested her head on his lap. He reached out and drew the hair on her cheeks, revealing her fair skin. He caressed her cheeks reluctantly, his eyes drifting towards Out the window.

You have a free soul. I watched you fly higher and higher, and while I was relieved, I also worried. But the only thing I can guarantee is that I will not tighten the thread in my hand and restrict your flight.

The night was vast, there were no street lights on the highway, and there was a faint light far away. He took her hand, put it to his mouth, and kissed it gently.

Song Ran muttered in a daze. He couldn't hear her clearly. He could vaguely hear her calling his name, and when she called, she stretched out her arm and hugged his waist.

The softest place in my heart was lightly hit. This child, loves him more, relies on him more, and overcomes the difficulty of not being around. He is alone and strong enough to make him feel bad.

Going to the Haicheng Second Artillery Corps, for two hours, Song Ran slept soundly, drooling down, and wet Gu Jingxing's pants.

When the car stopped downstairs in his dormitory, Gu Jingxing whispered to her: "Little pig, it's time to get up, here it is."

Song Ran opened his eyes sleepily and touched his mouth, huh? Why is your mouth so wet, dying? Shame in front of Jingxing.