He Is Warmer Than Time

At 2:30 in the morning, the heroine was put on the bed. He took care of her in every detail, undressed her, changed her pajamas, soaked her feet, put her in the bed and covered her. quilt.

Well, as soon as the heroine came to her man, she was beaten back to her original form, and she could only be a little girl who was pampered and loved.

The cold wind outside the window, Gu Jingxing turned off the bedside light, bowed his head and pressed a kiss to her mouth: "Good night, my little girl."

How can his life last more than half a year in the future.

The next morning, the Mayor’s Office and Secretary Dong handed the papers to Tang Qingru and reported: “Sir, your announcement of entering the cabinet has been prepared. Mr. President means that before the Chinese New Year, you will leave for Kyoto. We will meet with various political media, and we will also publish articles on the news. Now, everything should be prepared..."

Tang Qingru looked down, picked up the document with the red seal, and looked at it carefully: "Well, I see, the house I used to live in, tidy it up for me."

"Sir, this is..."

"I will go to Kyoto in the future, I will be back in half a month."

Secretary Dong said cautiously: "Is it for Song Ran and Miss Song Xuan?"

Tang Qingru sighed: "Originally, the child's heart is far away from me. If I go northward and never come back, is there any chance of me recognizing my daughter in this life?"

"Yes, sir, I always have people take care of your mansion there. It is very clean, and the flowers and trees are well raised. You can come back anytime."

Tang Qingru nodded, "Well, you are very meticulous."

Then he said, "Go to Song's house tomorrow."

"Sir, are you going to see Song Ran and Song Xuan? They..."

Tang Qingru squeezed a little smile: "I will look at them at the door."

"Knowing sir, I will change a car."

The next day, the weather was fairly warm, the sun was warm and there was no wind, and a black car parked under the big tree not far from the Song's house.

Song Guoqing played with his flowers and plants in the yard as usual. He found that Song Ran now looks like his little tail. Song Ran likes to follow wherever he goes.

Song Guoqing was disgusted and felt warm in his heart. He remembered his love for her when she was young, and remembered that after marrying Shen Mengfang, he did not care about the two children as much as before. Feel a bit guilty.

Tang Qingru looked at the man in the yard who was about his age, enjoying the family happiness. His two daughters seemed to treat him very filially. He only felt that his chest was stuffy and a little congested. He didn't admit that he was. Be jealous of others.

The two daughters who have been looking for more than ten years actually live in a place less than ten kilometers away from him. Maybe he really did the crime. God is punishing him.

The early winter sun shining graciously in the yard, the sun seemed to give birth to a dividing line, the warmth belonged to them, and he had nothing.

He saw Song Ran glance this way, and Secretary Dong whispered: "Sir, Miss Song Ran seems to have noticed the existence of this car, shall we leave?"

Tang Qingru was greedy for this picture of family happiness and did not speak.

Seeing Song Ran pushing open the iron gate of the small courtyard and walking out, Secretary Dong became even more panicked and shouted in a low voice: "Mister, sir..."

When Tang Qingru recovered, Song Ran had already reached the side of the car, and she reached out and knocked on the car window...