He Is Warmer Than Time

Seeing that her sister was not quite right, Song Xuan said to Yang Haitao: "You go ahead and I will stay with Xiao Ran today."

Yang Haitao’s eyes were full of resentment. Today is the big day when they just got married. How can it be considered a newlywed Yaner? His little daughter-in-law is about to leave him to accompany his sister.

Could it be that he couldn't compete with Song Ran in his life?

Yang Shaodong glanced at Song Xuan Ai Ai, but Song Xuan didn't look at him again. Although he was wronged, he knew that he was still a bit overwhelmed compared to his sister who had been with others for more than ten years.

In the coming days, he will become the most important person in Song Xuan's heart one day.

Eating sister-in-law's vinegar, um, Yang Shaodong is so unpromising occasionally.

At first he thought that he had received the certificate, and he was done. Only then did he clearly realize that the road of love is still a long way and a long way to go.

Since I accompany my sister during the day, I must accompany him in the evening. Yang Haitao can comfort himself. When he thinks of the good time at night, his troubles disappear.

Song Ran was sitting on the chair by the window. The sun was pretty good. There was a lot of snow on the laurel trees in the yard with the fallen leaves. When the wind blew, the snowflakes fell sharply.

The sun stung her eyes, so she leaned back on the couch, closed her eyes, and looked calm.

Song Xuan made brown sugar longan tea and brought it over and stuffed it into Song Ran's hand. Song Ran was taken aback for a moment, took the cup, held it in her hand, and did not speak.

The recliner was very large enough for two people, and Song Xuan sat next to her and turned to look at her: "Forgot what day is today?"

Song Ran was no longer as clever as he was before, and his reaction was a little slow: "Huh? What day?"

Song Xuan raised her hand and touched her face: "Today is your sister's day as a married woman. Yang Haitao and I went to get the certificate in the morning."

Song Ran patted his forehead, eyes full of regret: "Oh sister, I forgot, you won't blame me?"

Song Xuan pretended to be angry: "Huh, you only have Gu Jingxing in your eyes. My sister is not there anymore. For me, even my newly married husband can put aside my depressed sister. I am Isn't it a loss?"

Song Ran felt guilty, put down the cup in her hand, and reached out to hug her: "Sister, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, it's been a month, and Gu Jingxing has been on a mission for a month. There is no news. I really... I'm worried about him."

Song Xuan patted the back of her hand: "Is he... okay?"

Song Ran's eyes flashed and her voice was a little low and hoarse: "Well, it's okay."

Song Xuan hugged her backhand and touched her hair: "Gu Jingxingxingji has his own natural state, don't worry, huh?"

The corner of Song Ran's mouth was a bit bitter: "Yang Haitao goes to dinner and drinks two more glasses of wine. You have to worry about it. He is in danger. How can I not be worried? Sister, do you think this is the truth?"

Song Xuan followed with a sigh: "He is a soldier, you should know that these worries will follow you, you should be psychologically prepared."

Song Ran frowned and looked at the snowy scenery outside the window. She is here in this world peacefully, but Gu Jingxing seems to be in another world. That world is full of guns and bullets and will die at any time.

Even if she knew these dangers early, she couldn't persuade herself to accept it all.

Caring is messy.