He Is Warmer Than Time

In the ward, Uncle Chen couldn't bear to look at Yao Xifeng: "What is so good about that girl? Are you going to save him like this? I don't even know how to explain to your grandma?"

Yao Jiayao'er is the favorite of the old lady. Grandma knows that her little grandson is hurt like this, and she is really worried about how she might make trouble.

Yao Xifeng looked at Uncle Chen aggrievedly, with a very sad tone: "She is willing to come to see me, and you will drive her away."

Uncle Chen has a fire: "Did she come to see you sincerely? After eating, she wiped her mouth and remembered that there was her savior living in the hospital next to the hotel, so she just stopped by and took a look. Xifeng, you want It's a bit spine."

Yao Xifeng looked a little lonely and didn't speak.

Uncle Chen asked again: "What do you like about that girl? I think she looks better."

Yao Xifeng lowered his eyes and said in a soft voice: "I don't know, I just like her, I want to be with her, I want to make her happy. I have never liked a person so much."

Uncle Chen shook his head: "I think you are accustomed to flattery. No one treats you like Song Ran. You are new for a while, and it will be fine after a while."

Yao Xifeng's eyes still hung down: "I have never regretted some of my previous **** like I do now. It happened to me that Song Ran knew everything about it, including the fact that I had enlarged Ni Yanfen's stomach. She also knew that she should. Look down on me very much."

Uncle Chen sighed: "That's not what Ni Yanfen played tricks, I can't blame you."

Yao Xifeng didn't say much.

Outside the hospital, it was getting late, the sun was sinking to the west, and it was dim all around. Feng Baoer and Song Ran walked along the tree-lined road together.

It's late August, the tail of summer, the heat is not heavy, but it is still a bit hot.

A man with a black briefcase in his hand and a white short-sleeved shirt is walking slowly on the path planted with plane trees on a two-eight bicycle.

The tricycle master on the side of the road was hawking soliciting customers, and after this trip, they were about to go home.

People in this small city, this small city in the late 1980s, have no so-called nightlife.

Song Ran breathed a sigh of relief when the evening breeze came.

Feng Baoer said, "Do you have an object?"

Song Ran turned his head and glanced at her: "Have you heard it outside?"

Feng Baoer raised her eyebrows slightly: "She only misses the soldier, the soldier in Uncle Chen's mouth... is it?"

Song Ran coughed lightly: "Well, I have a target, but I don't want to publicize, Sister Baoer, don't say anything if you know, okay?"

In a few simple words, Feng Baoer felt that the evening scenery of Hengyang seemed not as good as the previous days.

What went wrong?

She couldn't tell.

She faintly said: "Am I the kind of person with a broken mouth? You don't let me say it, I won't say it."

Song Ran was grateful: "Thank you Sister Baoer."

Feng Baoer said again: "Does she know that Wen Huihui?"

"She knows, but she won't say it. She can't wait to break us up immediately and won't tell others that Jing Xing is mine."

Feng Baoer said the name: "Jingxing...well, it's a good name."

I really don't know what kind of excellent person it is that makes Song Ran like it. I will have a chance to take a look in the future.

Obviously, Feng Baoer didn't think about Gu Jingxing, who had come to visit before.

The sky was getting darker, and Wen Huihui at the entrance of the hospital snorted softly: "Lang Youqing concubine's intentional pictures, how can you let Gu Jingxing see it."