He Is Warmer Than Time

Song Ran counted the clothes he needed, and then the lady who couldn't carry on her shoulders was full of clothes on her shoulders, and the trolley she was pushing was also full of clothes, in embarrassment.

The driver is a middle-aged greasy man with fancy kung fu on his mouth and never moved his hands too much. He watched Song Ran walking hard, only leaning on the driver’s seat and smoking a cigarette. “Little girl , You put all these clothes in the trunk, and then count them, don’t leave anything behind, today’s protagonist is not easy to provoke."

Song Ran checked carefully and made sure that there were no omissions before getting into the car. The driver was still there.

Song Ran gritted her teeth, with a knife on her head, there was nothing she couldn't bear.

The driver smoked a cigarette, threw the cigarette **** out of the car window, coughed twice, then started the car and left slowly.

Song Ran lightly covered his nose and mouth, and asked, "Who is the protagonist in this afternoon's performance?"

"Jiang Feng, one of the three pillars of our art troupe."

"Oh." Song Ran didn't react too much.

The driver glanced at her: "You can be careful, Jiang Feng is notoriously picky, you are mentally prepared."

Song Ran raised her eyebrows, and she won't be afraid of other people's thorns when things are done.

When she waited until she transported all the clothes to the backstage, and handed them over to others for finishing, it was already more than one in the afternoon. Brother Jun asked her to go to the cafeteria for lunch together. The meal was over, and the food was almost cold. .

Song Ran just dealt with it casually and ate a bit. Brother Jun told him: "In the future, be quicker, or you will have to eat cold rice and vegetables when you come back, okay?"

"Yeah. I know."

The pampered Miss Song Er is really looking for hardship.

At about three in the afternoon, Song Ran was burying her head in ordering her clothes. There was a commotion behind her. She straightened up and turned her head to look around. The staff on the side whispered, "Sister Feng is here, Sister Feng is here."

Song Ran looked at the entrance of the backstage with a curiosity. For a while, a woman in her thirties walked in. She was wearing a jeweled, burgundy mink long coat and a pure white fox fur scarf. The emerald pendant is the size of the palm, and the agate ring with excellent color is worn on the finger.

The whole person's expression is extremely arrogant.

Song Ran looked at her carefully and found that the woman's facial features under the heavy makeup and gorgeous makeup were just like that, far inferior to her sister.

She stood aside quietly, without expressing too much expression.

As soon as Jiang Feng came in, he saw Song Ran. Beauty always looked at beauty with a critical eye. Even if Song Ran didn't say a word, Jiang Feng was already on the blacklist.

After all, a young and beautiful girl is a great threat to her.

She threw the fox fur scarf to the attendant, and walked in with the moon held by the stars. She asked gently, "That woman...who?"

The follower on the side hurriedly beckoned to the army: "Army, Sister Feng is asking questions."

The army quickly said: "It's just a mess of little girls."

Sister Feng turned around and glanced at Song Ran again: "That looks, just messy? Isn't it a pity?"

The army looked pleased: "It's a pity, it's a student, maybe the family wants her to come and exercise. I have observed it, and she is a little bit squeamish. Maybe after two days, she won't be able to eat the hardship."

Jiang Feng glanced at the army thoughtfully: "Okay, I see."

The army breathed a sigh of relief, and faintly worried. The appearance of the little girl might not escape being embarrassed by this sister Feng.