He Is Warmer Than Time

In an instant, Tang Qingru seemed to be ten years old, and his whole body was shaky, and he was no longer in the mood to pursue Tang Ji'an's mistakes. Aunt Zhou hurriedly let Tang Ji'an go.

Tang Ji'an was full of scars on his back, with blood on the corners of his mouth. Aunt Zhou was distressed and whispered: "Don't blame your father, he is also very bitter in his heart."

Tang Ji'an flashed his eyes, glanced back at the second floor, lowered his head and laughed, then walked out under the umbrella.

Aunt Zhou chased at the door and shouted: "Go back and remember to ask Uncle Liu to put some medicine on your back. I'm afraid it will break your skin. If you don't use the medicine, it may cause suppuration."

Tang Jian's back looked a bit lonely and desolate, and Aunt Zhou felt very distressed. This child, except for his mom, who gave him some love, really no one gave him extra love.

On the road, in a speeding car, Yin Hua worried: "Sister-in-law, are you cold or not when you got caught in the rain?"

Song Ran reached out and grabbed his face, his voice trembling a little: "I'm fine, don't drive too fast, pay attention to safety."

Yin Hua glanced at the rearview mirror from time to time and saw that her sister-in-law's face was pale and her eyes were extremely flustered. What did she hear just now, the sister-in-law is the mayor's daughter?

How can this be?

This is simply incredible.

This is incredible.

She didn't dare to say anything, so she stepped on the accelerator all the way and hurriedly drove back to Tianzifang.

After getting out of the car, Song Ran rushed back into the house. Mother Wu saw it and naturally yelled: "Oh, Xiao Ran, why are your hair and clothes wet? You girl, it's raining so much outside, you Didn’t you hold an umbrella? You girl, go take a hot bath, I'll make you some **** tea, and I'll take it to your room later."

Song Ran took a hot bath, changed into clean clothes, held **** tea, and knocked on her sister's door.

As soon as the door was pushed, the young couple lay on the bed, and Song Ran walked in blankly.

Yang Haitao called out: "Hey, I said my sister-in-law, it's time to go to bed, what's the point for you to come in?"

Song Ran's voice was low, with some nasal sounds: "Sister, I want to sleep with you."

Before Song Xuan said anything, Yang Haitao was anxious: "What are you kidding? I am the husband of Song Xuan who is just right now. Your sister will definitely not agree..."

"Hai Tao, go to the guest room to sleep."

Yang Haitao couldn't believe it: "I am your husband."

"Well, husband, go to the guest room to sleep."

Yang Haitao looked at Song Xuan and saw that she didn't look like joking, so he walked out of the room with a pillow and calm face.

Song Xuan lifted the quilt: "Xiao Ran, come up."

Song Ran sat beside her, holding the **** tea, taking sips.

Song Xuan stared at her: "Anything you want to tell me?"

Song Ran shook his head: "No."

Song Xuan shook her hand: "Didn't you go to the mayor's house for dinner today? How about? What kind of food does their home serve you? Will the mayor's house's food be the same as our ordinary people's food? Still say , Swallow wing belly ginseng, everything you need?"

Song Ran turned his head to look at her, and said softly: "Sister, do you remember a little of the things you did when you were a kid?"

"Huh? How old was it?"

Song Ran lowered his eyes and thought for a moment: "When I was two or three years old."

Song Xuan snorted: "What do you say in your dreams, how can two or three-year-old children have memories?"

Song Ran looked at her hopefully: "Think about it. People say that if something very important happens when you are two or three years old, you will have some memories."

Song Xuan frowned and thought...