He Is Warmer Than Time

Aunt Zhou looked at the clock and cautiously said: "It should be here soon."

As he was talking, Tang Ji'an's voice resounded in the hallway: "It's raining outside, Aunt Zhou, you have to bring in orchid grass."

Aunt Zhou hurriedly smiled and said to Tang Qingru: "Speaking of Cao Cao, Cao Cao is here."

Tang Ji'an walked through the porch and walked into the hall. He got out of the car without an umbrella. A little rain was hanging on his shoulder. Aunt Zhou handed over a dry towel: "Wipe it."

Tang Ji'an didn't pick up the towel, walked into the dining room, and saw his father and...Song Ran.

He forced himself to remain calm and composed, but when he saw her, he still breathed a little confused.

Only he knows, only he knows.

When Tang Qingru looked at Song Ran, his eyes were gentle and kind, and Tang Ji'an sneered inwardly, without covering up, and he was not afraid that others would see it.

When Tang Qingru looked at Tang Ji'an, his eyes became calm: "Why come so late?"

Song Ran touched his neck, Tang Ji'an arrived on time, it's not too late.

Tang Ji'an pulled a chair, sat down slowly, glanced at his father, then raised his hand to look at his watch, and said to himself: "Father said half past six, it's six twenty-eight now, what am I? Even if you are late? Or is the time set by your father actually the time Song Ran arrived. As long as you come later than Song Ran, you will be late?"

Tang Qingru squinted at him, his eyes were deep and without temperature. In the past, Tang Ji'an would easily not violate his father’s authority, but now, his rebellious period may come a bit late, and he always hopes to see his father’s angry face. Seeing his father secretly angry, he felt happy.

Song Ran felt that the atmosphere at the dinner table was a bit unclear, so she sat quietly and didn't say much.

As soon as Aunt Zhou saw the atmosphere of the two swords between the father and the son, she hurried over to complete the round: "Sir, I will open the sweet-scented osmanthus wine brought by Miss Song?

Song Ran: "Okay..."

But when Tang Qingru opened his mouth and wanted to say something, Song Ran quickly said, "Mr. Mayor, why? Don't you want to drink it?"

Tang Qingru originally wanted to treasure it. After all, it was his Xinger who gave him the wine, but since she wanted to drink it, it was natural that everything was dominated by her.

He raised his hand and said to Aunt Zhou: "Open it, and pour us a glass."

Soon, the sweet-scented osmanthus stuffed into the cup, reflecting the warm light in the dining room, Tang Qingru couldn't help saying, "A good look is good wine."

There was a sneer at the corner of Tang Ji'an's mouth. It was really the sun coming out from the west, and he had lived so big, he really saw his father so please others for the first time.

Song Ran smiled: "Well, my mother Wu is also very good at cooking."

Tang Qingru looked at her with satisfaction: "Well, you can see that you are well raised."

Song Ran's skeleton is small, her cheeks are fleshy, she is not fat or thin, has a well-proportioned figure, and has a good complexion. She is very bright. She was raised carefully at first glance. Fortunately, the Song family treats her not thinly and treats the two sisters Not thin.

Song Ran smiled reluctantly.

However, the mayor suddenly stood up, raised the wine glass in his hand, and stared at her: "The previous thing was that I was not good, Xiao Ran, can you forget it?"

Song Ran hurriedly picked up the wine glass, flattered and said: "Sir, it's serious, it's serious."

The more polite she was, the more disturbed Tang Qingru was. He knew that Song Ran could easily forgive him now because she was treated as an ordinary person, a superior mayor.

If one day, she knew he was her father...