He Is Warmer Than Time

Yang Haitao clasped her hand tightly: "Fortunately, Huang Jianjun’s communication skills are better than me. I let him go to some wine bureaus and other entertainments. After all, I am someone who has a target. I will try to go as few as possible on those occasions. ."

Song Xuan looked at him angrily: "You don't go to the wine bureau, do you think about your health?"

Yang Haitao remembered something and said, "I think there is still one person missing on your side."

"what?"

"You still lack an assistant. I'll take care of this, so you don't have to worry about it."

Song Xuan was also happy and leisurely: "Okay."

Yang Haitao's selection criteria is that women must have good fist and kick skills. According to someone's introduction, he found a national female martial arts champion with a height of 173.

Gao Yun, 21 years old, heroic, and first-class fist.

Yang Haitao was quite satisfied, and gave her the first task to join the company: "Learn to drive."

Song Xuan was also quite satisfied with Gao Yun. This girl, with firm eyes but not fierce, didn't talk a lot, and asked her to do whatever she wanted. She was very neat in her hands and feet, and she felt very comfortable using it.

That night, at the dinner table, Song Xuan glanced at Yang Haitao: "Gao Yun is not bad, you are paying attention."

Yang Haitao smiled: "You like it."

That was the intention of Lang Youqing's concubine, and the rain in early autumn became lingering.

Song Ran slapped the table fiercely, and was shocked to Song Xuan again: "You girl, you eat as soon as you eat, what table to shoot?"

Song Ran looked at her aggrievedly: "Will you two pay attention? My home is in the northwest, which is thousands of miles away. Would you think about my mood?"

Song Xuan raised her eyebrows: "What? Considering your mood, can't I talk to Yang Haitao?"

Song Ran's grievances: "If you want to talk about it, go to his room and talk about it. I can't help thinking about my brother in the family soldier if you have to communicate with each other."

Song Xuan shook her head: "You girl, you are really speechless."

"It's my own family, what else do I have to avoid."

Yang Haitao nodded frequently: "That's right, it's all from my own family, so I don't need to see outsiders. My sister-in-law can say whatever he wants."

Oh my god, I can finally call the title of sister-in-law as an export.

Song Xuan kicked him under the table, and there was another one without a door on her mouth. She was really tired.

She raised her eyes to look at Song Ran: "When will your soldier's brother come back?"

Song Ran said listlessly: "Don't ask me. I don't know anything about this kind of thing. It's about military secrets, so he won't tell me in detail."

Poor child.

After dinner, in order not to stimulate Song Ran, Song Xuan really ran to Yang Haitao's house. Song Ran looked sadly at her sister's back, seeing Sewangmei and Sewangmei.

Well, you always have your wrong reason.

Song Ran was sitting on the sofa, and Ma Wu came over with a cashmere blanket: "The weather is not so warm anymore, Xiao Ran, put the blanket on."

Song Ran got up, helped Ma Wu to lay the cashmere blanket together, and then took Ma Wu to sit down together: "Let's watch TV."

Ma Wu picked up the woolen bag and the long silver needle on the low table: "Take two cashmere sweaters for you and your sister. This color is beautiful, beige. I will knit a high collar for you and wear it at that time. It's like a glutinous rice dumpling, it must be very beautiful."

Song Ran suddenly came to the spirit: "Wu Ma, or... you teach me to knit a sweater?"

Mother Wu laughed out loud: "Okay, little ancestor, don't make trouble, watch your TV well."

Song Ran stretched out his hand: "Teach me, I want to knit a sweater for my Jia Jingxing by myself."