He Is Warmer Than Time

When Song Ran returned to the regiment with the phoenix crown, the stage had already begun. The dressed Jiang Feng was kneeling on the stage crying with loose hair.

Song Ran stared at the phoenix crown in his hand, gritted his teeth: "I'm playing around."

Dajun patted her on the shoulder: "Slowly you will get used to it."

Song Ran raised his chin slightly, and the little hated book in his heart took another note!

It was already 8:30 in the evening until all the affairs of the art troupe were over.

Director Li asked her again: "Don't write ambitions on your face, remember one sentence, and make a fortune in silence."

Song Ran chewed these two sentences, thoughtfully, and left the art troupe.

People in this era don't have any nightlife, and it's a midwinter night. At this time, there is a cultural troupe, and other places are quiet.

Song Ran left the compound and walked out. At this point, in this area, taxis are difficult to get, and they can only go through the alley to the street outside.

Song Ran wrapped her scarf tightly, only exposed her eyes, and walked outside in a hurry.

The weather was freezing cold, the street lights were dim, and there were almost no people anywhere. She shrank her neck, feeling a little nervous, and her steps became dense.

In the long alleys, a dim street lamp was on after a long distance, and there were occasional dog barking in the distance. The rest of the time was silent, making her feel her scalp numb.

When he was about to leave the alley, a man walked towards him. The man was not very tall and was wrapped tightly. Song Ran lowered his head and walked straight forward.

When passing by the man, the man suddenly stopped and grabbed her arm, causing Song Ran's heart to sink.

The fleeting years are not good. I didn't read the almanac when I went out today, and I encountered a robbery.

"Don't move, robbery." The man's voice was fierce. Song Ran tried to stay calm, and quickly took out his wallet from his pocket: "Okay, brother, I'll give you money, and I will give you all the money I have."

Song Ran pretended to be calm, but couldn't conceal the fear in his heart. The zipper of the purse was shaking slightly. The gangster grabbed her purse and opened it. It was about fifty or sixty dollars inside, which was quite satisfactory.

Song Ran cautiously said: "Big brother, this is all the money I have, and it's all for you. Can I go now?"

The gangster tore off the scarf covering her face. Song Ran's heart trembled. Seeing the gangster's eyes gleamed: "Oh, the little girl looks good."

Song Ran's eyes were dark, and the first time she felt beautiful was a double-edged sword.

She made a decisive move and immediately pushed the man in front of her, ran straight to the alley.

How could the gangster allow her to escape, and immediately chase after her. There is an inherent disparity between the physical strength of a woman and a man.

The gangster caught up to Song Ran in just a few steps, grabbed her by the hair, and threw her to the ground.

Song Ran shouted: "Help! Help!"

The scene of the summer night in the third year of junior high suddenly flashed into her mind, making her feel terrified.

At that time, she was not far from Wen Huihui's house and ran into a gangster. At that time, a soldier passed by and rescued her. Now, is she still so lucky?

The gangster's eyes were glaring: "There is no one here, and it's useless if you call."

Song Ran tried to get up, but the gangster grabbed his wrist and pushed it directly to the ground.

"Help, help!"

This winter night, this cold night when Gu Jingxing was not by her side, for the first time since her rebirth, she has experienced what fear is. She can still cope with the people before the rebirth, but she has not experienced this in her previous life. Call her, it's hard to guard against.

She flared her teeth and claws, fighting hard to resist, but the gangster became more and more excited: "I have made a lot today, I have made a lot of money."

Song Ran seemed to be struggling on the edge of life and death, fighting desperately with fate...