He Is Warmer Than Time

The man grabbed her by the skirt: "Who the **** knows that Cheng Yaojin will be killed halfway, anyway, I don't care, if you don't pay, I will immediately tell your good friend Song Ran how bad you were back then. Act, you can figure it out."

Wen Huihui suddenly frustrated again. She was too afraid that Song Ran knew what happened back then. If Song Ran knew about it, she would definitely spare no effort to retaliate against her and make her desperate. Then she would really be over.

She looked at the man unwillingly: "I promise you that I will give you money and rent a house for you."

The man let go of her triumphantly: "That's the truth."

Since the moment Wen Huihui sold her conscience, she has been targeted by the devil. For the rest of her life, she will not be able to live easily. Life has put her shackles on her. In this life, she is only worth living. In purgatory.

Wen Huihui has no economic problems now. Although she has the ability to give money to this man, the psychological torment makes her feel terrified. She doesn't know when she can get rid of that nightmare.

Now her life is really desperate.

As a result, the hatred for Song Ran became stronger again, and she seemed to be able to blame Song Ran for all her discomforts, as if Song Ran forced her to do those utter consciences.

Song's House...

When Yang Haitao broke in, there was a cool breeze. Song Xuan sat at the dining table eating the evening breeze. She raised her head and glanced at him. Her heart was beating. Did the results come out?

Yang Haitao rushed over and slapped a sheet by her hand, the sweat on his forehead slipped off, and his voice was filled with great joy: "Song Xuan, you will be my target since today."

Song Xuan's heart finally let go, but her face was calm: "Send Uncle Zhong to come over for dinner."

Yang Haitao stared into her eyes: "Song Xuan, I'm going to tell you business, I passed the exam, you can't go wrong."

Song Xuan raised her eyes to look at him: "Did I say that I was going to turn back?"

Yang Haitao was so excited that she dragged her into his arms, Song Ran coughed lightly: "There are so many people, pay attention to the image."

Yang Haitao didn't care about so much. His long-cherished wish was finally fulfilled, and Song Xuan finally officially became his girlfriend. He could finally stand by her side in an upright manner. How could he not be excited?

Unexpectedly, Song Xuan did not push him away, just patted him on the back gently: "Okay, aren't you hungry? Hurry up and ask Uncle Zhong to come over for dinner. We will eat at our side. Supper, you don’t know how to cook."

Yang Haitao is about to tears all the time. Song Xuan, who became his girlfriend, is different. It hurts people and cares about him.

Song Ran looked at them with relief, his eyes were already wet, and Yang Haitao finally came to nothing, and she finally turned the tide to save her sister from the heat.

It feels so good.

At night, all the lights were off. The two sisters sat on the steps in the yard and watched the stars together. Song Xuan took Song Ran's hand and leaned her head on her shoulder: "My dear sister, thank you. ."

Song Ran squeezed her hand and chuckled: "These are all my sisters, why don't you say thank you, see more."

Song Xuan's eyes were moist: "I just want to thank you, thank you for everything you have done, and thank you for your persistence."

Song Ran turned around and hugged her: "Sister, those are what I should do. I hope you will be happy for a lifetime and Yang Haitao will be nice to you."

"Well, my second Miss Prophet."

Twinkle twinkle little stars, how I wonder where you are……