He Is Warmer Than Time

When the salt water dripped halfway, Gu Jingxing came back. Song Ran looked dumbfoundedly at Gu Jingxing who was wearing a dark green military cashmere sweater, and then looked at the military coat he was holding in his arms. He suddenly lost his breath and pointed at him: "Gu Jingxing, you don't want to die, do you want to freeze to death, don't you?"

Gu Jingxing smiled and walked to the bed and spread out his coat to reveal the hot pumpkin porridge. Gu Jingxing opened the lid of the box and stirred it with a spoon: "Xiao Ran, come, eat the porridge."

Song Ran's eyes were dark: "Gu Jingxing, first put down the porridge, then put on your coat, and then put your hand into my bed."

When Gu Jingxing took a look, Xiao Ran from his family was full of anger, and immediately did what she said.

When his hand came in, Song Ran felt the piercing coldness. It was about zero degrees outside at the moment. He walked for at least 20 minutes in such a cold weather with a sweater. It's no wonder that he doesn't freeze. .

Song Ran grabbed his hands and raised his eyes to look at this silly man. His eyebrows were straight and gentle. At this moment, he was smiling and calming her: "Xiao Ran, you know, I'm not afraid of the cold."

Song Ran glanced at him horizontally: "Isn't my parents born? Not a mortal body? Why don't you be afraid of the cold."

Gu Jingxing's fingers clasped her fingers in the warm bed and clasped her fingers tightly together: "Xiao Ran, I'm not cold anymore, hurry up and drink porridge. It won't taste good when it's cold."

Song Ran didn't want to betray his kindness, so he reluctantly let go of his hand.

Gu Jingxing took out his hand, held up the porridge bowl again, and patiently fed her a spoonful of porridge. Song Ran glanced at the other bowl of porridge on the bedside table: "I'll come by myself, you eat yours, or yours. It's going to be cold too."

How could Gu Jingxing ignore her?

After both of them had finished eating, Song Ran moved aside and glanced up at him: "Jingxing, you can warm up on my bed, huh?"

Gu Jingxing waved his hand: "It's okay, Xiao Ran, go to sleep, I'm not sleepy."

Song Ran's wound no longer hurts, and he was full again, and his eyelids began to fight. He couldn't stand the drowsiness, and soon fell asleep.

Gu Jingxing stared at her with nostalgia, got up, pressed a kiss on her forehead, and then began to scrupulously watch the progress of the salt water bottle.

The next day, early in the morning, Ma Wu went into the ward with large and small bags of luggage. She provided everything needed for food and clothing. She also brought two blankets for the night watchman.

Song Ran looked a little lonely, and asked Ma Wu: "Where is my dad?"

Mother Wu's eyes flickered: "Your father went to Sioux City yesterday to ask for money. I don't know about your illness."

Song Ran lowered his eyes and said in a faint voice: "Doesn't I know that I am sick, or do you think that minor problems don't need to go to war?"

Mother Wu changed the subject and said: "Xiao Ran, I cooked yam lean meat porridge, it's delicious, eat it while it's hot."

Song Ran sneered at the corner of his mouth and shook his head.

It took a long time to recover, and he looked at Gu Jingxing hesitantly: "Well, go back to the army to report. Just leave Ma Wu guarding these days."

When he is here, she is always worried that he will discover her secrets, so that he is always upset, it is not a way, it is better to find a way to get him away.

Gu Jingxing waved his hand: "I will ask Du Dapeng to go back and give me a one-week leave. I will accompany you here until you are discharged from the hospital."

Song Ran almost vomited a mouthful of blood. The **** man was not by his side when he needed him, and he couldn't drive him away when he didn't need him.

Annoying!