He Is Warmer Than Time

In the early winter night, sitting in a warm bed with warm lights and looking at the warm words, Yu Song Xuan said that this is the happiest thing.

Yang Haitao coughed lightly: "Xiaoxuan..."

Song Xuan raised her eyes and glanced at him: "If you are sleepy, go to sleep first, and I will sleep later."

The bed and sofa were just an arm's length, Yang Haitao stretched out his hand, took the book in her hand, and said, "Sometimes I think, your sister, seems to know everything."

Song Xuan smiled: "Yes, sometimes Xiao Ran, she is indeed beyond my expectation. It is like the relationship between us, which is the result of my sister's efforts to match up. Sometimes I find it very difficult to understand. , How can she be so sure that you can bring me happiness."

Yang Haitao replied, "Also, when everyone, including my parents, didn’t take good care of me, she gave me 10,000 yuan at once, and then added 10,000 yuan. This is a huge amount. I did seem to be foolish for a while, and I was surprised myself why she believed me so much."

Song Xuan smiled contentedly: "Maybe the second lady in my family really has to be blessed by heaven, what kind of prophet is it, I am very fortunate, fortunate for her persistence."

Because of her sister's persistence, she reaped her own happiness, and she sincerely thanked her sister.

Yang Haitao took her hand: "I'm also very grateful for her persistence. Fortunately, she has always spared no effort to push you into my arms."

There was sadness in Song Xuan's eyes, as if she had seen the result of another choice through the long years.

"I can't imagine what a painful and tormenting life I would have if I was so obsessed and insisted on choosing Zhao Mingyi."

Yang Haitao said softly: "No, there is no such possibility. We are together now. Fortunately we are together."

"But I always feel that another kind of trauma brought to me by life is so real, so real that it makes people scary."

Yang Haitao quickly climbed onto her bed and reached out to hug her: "You just think too much, go to sleep, eh? I will hold you to sleep."

Song Xuan woke up and squinted at him: "Yang Haitao, you finally found an excuse to sleep next to me, didn't you?"

Yang Haitao chuckled, "I was... I saw you."

"Go down." Yang Haitao couldn't go on living: "I'll be with you, I'm afraid you will have nightmares."

Song Xuan has nothing to do with him: "The bed next to you sleeping."

Yang Haitao happily said, "Yes, my wife."

Song Xuan kicked him with her foot: "What are you calling nonsense?"

Yang Haitao pressed her foot with her leg: "Wife, when shall we get the certificate? You have to get the certificate before you get the wine?"

Song Xuan supported Yi with one hand and looked at him with a smile: "You are the master."

Yang Haitao flopped and sat up: "Really? Can I really make the decision?"

This is turning over to be the master.

Song Xuan touched his face: "Well, you will be in charge of major events in the future."

Yang Haitao rushed over: "My wife, apart from getting the certificate, it's a big deal. From now on, there will be no big things in our family."

Song Xuan grabbed the lap of his pajamas: "Don't rush around, it's cold outside. Get in the bed."

Late at night, Song Xuan fell asleep, and Yang Haitao slept next to her. He heard her whispering, so he stretched out his big hand and patted her on the back.

"Don't... don't hit... don't hit me..."

This voice sounded desperate, and Yang Haitao felt distressed. Did Song Ran's kidnapping affect her too deeply to have such a nightmare.

He stretched out his hand and hugged her into his arms, and said in a gentle voice: "It's okay, it's okay..."