He Is Warmer Than Time

Well, I went to the company on Sunday. It must be Yang Haitao's excuse. In that case, she will not act as an electric light bulb. Let them get along well.

Song Ran ran to the vegetable field: "Mother Wu, let me help you grow vegetables."

Mother Wu waved her hand: "Oh, little ancestor, don't come and mess with me."

Song Ran squatted to the side with his eyes gloomy. In her previous life, it was because of Wu's mother that she did everything by herself, even if she was at the extreme, she didn't let her reach out to wash the dishes, so that even if she lived a lifetime, even if she was extremely poor, she was essentially the daughter of the Song family. Miss.

The ten fingers don't touch the spring water.

Song Ran raised his sleeves and said, "Why is it messing up? Wu Ma, I'm not happy when you say that, I'm just going to help you today!"

Mother Wu shook her head: "You girl, can't you just sit by and basking in the sun? You got your hands and feet dirty."

Song Ran picked up the small bucket on the side: "Do you want to water? I'll go take water."

Mother Wu's yelling is endless: "Oh, Xiao Ran, heavy, you carry a little less..."

"Oh, that's all right, I'll be fine...Where have you done this?"

"Oh...Look at you sweating profusely...You are about to rest under the shade of the tree, don't be tired..."

Song Ran ran over and hugged Ma Wu: "I'm not tired or tired, Ma Wu, I'm not tired at all, I'm very happy to help you work."

Mother Wu raised her sleeve and wiped her sweat: "You girl."

In the evening, Yang Haitao's office and the two who had had dinner returned to the office. Song Xuan cleaned up the table and said, "I have to go home."

Yang Haitao quickly came up with a set of questions: "I don't understand some questions, I want to ask you, I wonder if it is convenient for you?"

Song Xuan glanced at him: "What don't you understand?"

Yang Haitao hurriedly carried the book and went over: "These... I can say a few words in spoken English, but I really have a headache when I do the questions..."

Song Xuan quickly entered the state of being a teacher: "For this topic, you have to pay attention to the tenses of English... Do you know the tenses?"

Yang Haitao said: "Well, when you are finished, I will ask Uncle Zhong to take you home."

Song Xuan nodded his head: "Listen to the class seriously."

Yang Haitao hurriedly stared at the textbook: "Okay, I'm listening, listening."

When Song Xuan finished talking about a set of questions, it was already past 8 o'clock in the evening. She raised her wrist to look at her watch, and Yang Haitao drew out a set of math papers: "Mathematics is also my biggest problem."

Song Xuan with one hand on his hips: "Which one is not your biggest problem?"

Yang Haitao chuckled: "No, it's all a big problem, so I can't get into the university, so please tell me more."

Song Xuan shook her head, and said helplessly: "Okay, which questions will not..."

Yang Haitao coughed lightly: "I have to go to the toilet, will you wait for me?"

Song Xuan curled her lips: "Hurry up and go."

Yang Haitao rushed out like a gust of wind. He rushed downstairs. Uncle Zhong was smoking in the downstairs hall. When he saw him, he was about to speak. He hushed and then whispered: "Uncle Zhong, you You can go home."

Uncle Zhong: "Ah? Don't you and Song Xuan go home?"

Yang Haitao waved his hand: "No need, you go home quickly."

Uncle Zhong said clearly: "Oh, I see, you want to be alone with others."

Yang Haitao pushed him out and said with an aura: "Okay, you are the smartest. Go back quickly and let me get in touch with her more."