He Is Warmer Than Time

Eh? How to confess well again.

His Xiao Ran was enlightened by which Bodhisattva?

Commander Gu was about to return with the same tenderness, and there was a boiling sound behind him, and the steaming water vapor spread out on the lid of the pot. Song Ran was so nervous that he screamed, "Ah...Jingxing, be careful..."

Gu Jingxing quickly turned around and opened the lid. In the black and black pot, the white noodles were boiling and tumbling.

He chuckled softly: "Just as you look surprised, you still want to cook for me? I'm afraid you are going to tear down the kitchen."

Song Ran was ashamed of his fuss: "You look down on me too much. I'm very smart. I just didn't learn it since I was a kid. I really want to learn it. That's absolutely perfect."

In the last life, even if she was expelled from the Song family by Shen Mengfang, Madam Wu still followed her, took care of her, and served her. She was still a poor daughter. Even if she was so poor that she could not afford the medical expenses, she did not. What housework did you do.

Therefore, she is indeed lacking in this one.

Gu Jingxing's voice is petting: "Well, we Xiao Ran are smart, we will learn it soon, so let's talk about it later."

Her fingers are tender and beautiful, and shouldn't be used for rough housework. He is a big man and should take care of women, not to mention this woman is still the treasure he holds in his palm.

He really didn't feel that cooking a meal or washing clothes was a little bit painful. He did it all for her willingly. Isn't it all right?

The noodles were almost cooked. Gu Jingxing submerged the small green vegetables in the pot and slightly covered the lid. After a while, the light and refreshing green noodles came out of the pot.

In the stove, there was not even a dining table, only a little Mazha. Gu Jingxing asked her to sit and eat, and Song Ran sat on it and ate with relish.

Gu Jingxing smiled and said: "You said that you see that our dishes are served in large bowls and large bowls, so you don't have appetite at first glance. I am contrary to you. When you eat at your house, your house is full of small plates and small dishes. There is such a small piece in the middle, and the rice bowl is only one-third the size of my home. The two times I came to your home, I didn't dare to let it go and eat, for fear that your dad thought I was a hungry ghost from where. "

Song Ran was surprised: "Huh? Then you..."

Camp Captain Gu looked at her pitifully: "Well, I haven't had enough to eat the few times I got to your house."

Song Ran annoyed: "Gu Jingxing, are you stupid? Tell me if you are hungry?"

Gu Jingxing smiled and said, "I'm afraid you will dislike me."

After all, she had really expressed her dislike for him as a rural person in the past. Song Ran stared at him helplessly and sighed, as if made up to say: "When I go home, I will ask Ma Wu to give the whole set of huge Cutlery, you will go to my house in the future, use the largest size, and you will leave it open for me to eat."

Gu Jingxing couldn't help laughing: "Will you scare your dad?"

Song Ran waved his hand: "You don't need to care about how he feels."

Anyway, her dad is the one who loves the poor and loves the rich. He didn't like Gu Jingxing that much, and it didn't matter to please him. To please him is nothing to please. It's better to make yourself happy and comfortable.

Gu Jingxing was moved in his heart and stared into her eyes: "Okay."

The night rain is pattering, reflecting the beating flames, and in the small stove room, there is a lot of ordinary, ordinary and warm life of firewood, rice, oil and salt.

The next morning

In Haicheng, an angry Wen Huihui walked to the gate of the Second Artillery Corps. She waited for a day and a night at the railway station in Ancheng before she was sure that she was really thrown off.

Song Ran, this bitch!

She must go to Shi Lei to go to Gu Jingxing's address!