He Is Warmer Than Time

Gu Jingxing happily wiped her feet: "Bite, bite, I'm hard, don't knock your teeth."

Song Ran snorted, loosened his teeth and stared at him. Gu Jingxing got up, poured out her footwashing water, turned back, and asked gently, "Little pig, is it still cold?"

Song Ran jumped up and jumped on him: "Do you still dare to scream?"

Gu Jingxing hugged her, his eyes petting: "I think the piglet is very cute, so nice."

Song Ran hummed: "It sounds like a ghost."

Gu Jingxing held back a smile: "Where is Little Pig? Will it be better?"

Song Ran was immediately discouraged, chuckled, and softened to him, pounding him on the back angrily and funny: "Why do you have to associate your partner with a pig? I have a name, and my name is Song Ran. , Song of Tang and Song, rising from the sky, what a nice name, do you have to call me Xiaozhuzhu? Gu Jingxing, are you okay?"

"Nickname Nickname."

"Then you will be happy if I call you a big bear?"

Gu Jingxing hugged her: "As long as you call it, no matter what it is, I am happy."

Song Ran made a cut, "I will call you Big Bear, Bear Bear."

"Very good, very good."

Song Ran frowned, "Gu Jingxing, there really is a big problem with your aesthetics. How elegant a name like Jingxing can't be compared to a bear?"

Gu Jingxing raised his eyebrows: "There is only you in the world that can be called. I think it's very special."

Song Ran's eyes were dark, her belly grumbled, and she suddenly patted her head: "Have you had dinner?"

"I ate two cold buns in the mountains and dealt with them."

Song Ran hurriedly took his hand to the kitchen: "I stewed the mutton soup and made garlic bacon for cooking."

When I entered the kitchen, the coal in the sealed fire showed a faint red color and seemed to be about to go out. Song Ran rejoiced: "Fortunately, the small fire is simmering, it's still hot."

Gu Jingxing praised: "We Xiao Ran really become more capable."

Song Ran complacent: "That's natural."

After the two of them finished their supper or supper, Song Ran was about to enter the room, and Gu Jingxing stopped her: "I will take you to the market tomorrow."

Song Ran leaned lazily on the door frame: "Is the market fun?"

"It's fun and lively, but it's relatively poor and backward here. It's not as good as Haicheng, and the people are more aggressive, so you must follow me closely tomorrow, you know?"

The next day, Gu Jingxing got up early, cooked the porridge, spread the omelette, and then fished out Song Ran who was lying in bed from the bed. Song Ran stared at him sleepily, with a dull expression.

Gu Jingxing hugged the half-dreaming and half-awake person directly onto her body, took it out of the room, and said as she walked, "Hey... worry..."

Song Ran was sober for two points, leaned her head on his shoulder, and lazily said: "You will definitely be a good father in the future."

In a word, Gu Jingxing's infinite thoughts immediately aroused, child? How can his Xiao Ran marry him? When can I give birth to him?

If you give birth to a daughter, she must be very beautiful, smart, and kind.

In this way, he became a little impatient, and it should be very tormented in the years when they got married.

After the two had breakfast together, Gu Jingxing wrapped her into a ball again, and then went out together.

The sky was clear again, the sky was clear, and the snow-capped mountains in the distance were indistinct, and the sunrise reflected the white snow, emitting a wonderful light, which made Song Ran feel refreshed and extremely comfortable.