He Is Warmer Than Time

In the evening, Song Ran left school and went home first. Mother Wu’s pig liver porridge was already cooked. Song Ran carried the heat preservation box and rushed out. Mother Wu hurriedly stopped her and said: "Little Ran, today we put a lot of pig liver, so you should eat a little too. Don't give all to Camp Chief Gu, do you know?"

"I know, I know."

I hurried to the hospital, went straight to Gu Jingxing's ward, and bumped into two middle-aged men in military uniforms and high ranks. Song Ran said hello politely, and then entered Gu Jingxing's ward.

She looked back at the door and whispered: "Where is the big leader again?"

Gu Jingxing smiled: "From the Fucheng Military Region and the Ministry of Public Security."

Song Ran took a sigh of relief: "I used to be so embarrassed."

"how?"

"It turns out that the person who talked and laughed about Hongru was our camp commander Gu."

Gu Jingxing laughed out loud, "Do you want to flatter me more?"

Song Ran hugged his thigh, "I'm holding Captain Gu's thigh."

Gu Jingxing rubbed her hair: "Okay, I'll just give you a hug."

Song Ran smiled, and then opened the stainless steel heat preservation box. There were two layers. She handed a box to Gu Jingxing: "Eat dinner, eat dinner."

With that said, as usual, she picked all her livers to Gu Jingxing, and Gu Jingxing's spoon was slightly blocked: "Xiao Ran, you can also eat some."

Song Ran shook his head: "I don't like pork liver."

"Don't be picky eaters."

"I'm going to be picky eaters."

You have to be picky eaters, what can you do with me?

I'm going to save the liver for you to eat. If you dare to eat it, I'm anxious to you.

Gu Jingxing glanced at her helplessly, this girl, when can he let him not worry about it?

Song Ran was holding the stainless steel lunch box and drank the porridge with a smile. Gu Jingxing took a bite and glanced at her. Song Ran groaned, "Am I going to order? Concentrate on eating, what do you look at?"

Gu Jingxing lowered his head and concentrated on the porridge.

Song Ran finished drinking quickly, put the lunch box aside, and pointed his finger at Gu Jingxing's chest: "Did you change the dressing today?"

Gu Jingxing will answer every question: "I changed it, I changed it early in the morning."

Song Ran: "Is the wound still painful?"

Gu Jingxing: "It doesn't hurt at all."

Song Ran squinted at him: "Coax the child, your face is still pale."

Indeed, Gu Jingxing still needs to take painkillers to relieve the pain of the wound. Isn't it because he loves his wife, just let him do it alone.

Gu Jingxing drank up the porridge with more than half of pig liver and half of rice, and put it on the small bedside table beside him. Then he took Song Ran's hand and asked, "When will I go back?"

Song Ran's face suddenly sank: "You are too realistic, right? Drive me away after drinking the pig liver porridge?"

Gu Jingxing’s laughter came from his throat with a low voice: "You are now a student, and you are about to take the college entrance examination. I am afraid that your study will be delayed."

Song Ran pointed to the schoolbag on the side: "I came with my homework. If I don't know, I can still ask you for advice, Teacher Gu."

"Then you start to do your homework."

Song Ran gritted his teeth: "Why are you more severe than our head teacher Gao? Can't you let me have time to catch my breath?"

Commander Gu looked at her with a serious face: "Learning is expensive, and it will fail again, and it will be exhausted after three times. You cannot slack off."

Song Ran squinted at him: "I'm afraid of you, I'm learning...Isn't it enough for me to learn?"

Battalion Commander Gu was pleased with his face: "Yeah."

Song Ran thought of something, and suddenly asked, "By the way, Jingxing, I have something to ask you."