He Is Warmer Than Time

At the dinner table, Song Ran could always feel the look of Shen Mengfang's seemingly non-existent eyes. She quietly stirred the spoon in her hand. What bad idea does this Shen Mengfang want to make? With her in this home, there is no peace, and she has to guard against it.

But recently, she has always been strict in doing things, thinking that there should be no handle in their hands, so she continued to drink the soup calmly.

Shen Mengfang didn't say anything. Old Song went to Hangzhou next door to ask for money, and it would take two days to come back. She had to wait for Old Song to come back before she could go to Lao Song to take part in the act of this yin and violent girl.

She had to stand still and let this girl be proud of her for two more days.

After dinner, Song Ran sat downstairs to warm up the book. She planned to go to the yard to sway after finishing the book to digest. Wu's mother was busy in the kitchen. After she was busy, she brought a plate of oranges and said, "Sweet, sour and sweet. It's watery, it's delicious, Xiao Ran, you eat it."

Song Ran was peeling oranges while watching Li Sheng's sample essays. Song Ran's performance in Chinese was dragged by the essay. She wanted to make up for a semester in this regard.

Mother Wu got up and closed the windows, then came back and took a blanket to Song Ran: "The sun is short, and it's cold at night, Xiao Ran, put it on and study again."

Song Ran wrapped the blanket, turned over the text attentively, carefully studied every sentence in Li Sheng's composition, and studied the whole structure and sentence with a little flattering wording.

There are only three months left until the college entrance examination. It is indeed imminent, and it is urgent. She can't relax for a while.

Mother Wu was sitting on the side and reading her flipbook. Mother Wu was illiterate before, but Song Ran literally scanned her blindness. She could barely recognize her name and some simple words. She likes to watch Song Ran study, just like reading His own child always smiles with relief.

Wu Ma thought of something, she looked up at the second floor, and then whispered: "Xiao Ran."

"Huh?" Song Ran looked seriously, without lifting his head.

"Before dinner tonight, when I went to the backyard to collect the dried tempeh, I saw my second wife talking to Wen Huihui."

Wu Ma didn't dare not give Shen Mengfang face like the Song sisters, she always called her the second wife. Shen Mengfang was always dissatisfied with this title, but she didn't dare to say anything. After all, this was enough to give her face.

Song Ran finally raised his head, looked at Wu Ma, and then looked upstairs vigilantly.

She put her index finger on her lips, made a shush gesture, then packed up the textbook and pulled Ma Wu upstairs.

In Song Ran's room, she lowered her voice and said, "At that time, did Shen Mengfang and Wen Huihui notice you?"

Mother Wu waved her hand: "It shouldn't be. It was dark at the time. I was about to come out from behind the house when I saw the two of them standing under the sycamore tree outside the yard talking. I didn't come out and took a look. "

Song Ran looked solemnly: "Did you hear what they said?"

Madam Wu said, "Oh, I really didn't hear this. It's a bit far away and I can't hear it, but I saw that Wen Huihui seemed to give something to the second wife."

Song Ran was alert: "What did you give?"

Mother Wu started gestures: "The sky is too dark, it's about square and square, I look at it, it looks like a notebook or something."

Song Ran's heart sinks down, book?