He Is Warmer Than Time

In May, at eight o'clock in the evening, when Gu Jingxing was sitting in the car in a daze, he heard the sound of the window knocking. As soon as he raised his head, Song Ran appeared in front of him with crescent-like eyes with a smile.

He was even more startled, his Xiao Ran, with such a beautiful smile, there will be many people like her in the future.

Song Ran stretched out his hand to open the car door and got in, very excited: "Why are you here? Did you go in to watch my performance? Why didn't you tell me?"

Gu Jingxing came back to his senses and it was his Xiao Ran's choice. Then, no matter how difficult this road was for him, he would, and should support her unconditionally.

He smiled and reached out and touched her head lovingly: "Well, I came here secretly, wanting to see you on the stage."

Song Ran drilled a drill into his arms and looked up at him: "Deputy head Gu, what do you think of my acting?"

Gu Jingxing hugged her and told Du Dapeng to drive quickly. There are people coming and going here, and he doesn't want to be seen by others.

Du Dapeng kicked the accelerator and the car slowly left.

He touched Song Ran's face, and said sincerely: "The acting is very good, especially good."

His Xiao Ran became more dazzling on the stage, and everyone's eyes could not be diverted from her. He thought, everyone in the theater should have the same idea as him.

Song Ran was extremely happy: "Why didn't you go to the backstage to find me after watching it?"

Gu Jingxing's throat was blocked for a while, and he only said, "I am a soldier. It would be inappropriate to appear on this occasion, so I didn't go to see you backstage.

Song Ran stepped back a bit and looked at him up and down: "You didn't wear a military uniform today, but you are wearing a white shirt. If you don't tell me, no one else knows you are a soldier."

Gu Jingxing smiled: "Always be more cautious in your words and deeds."

Song Ran believed his words and sighed lightly: "Well, the honor of the army is more important, but...you look really good in a white shirt."

Like the clean and thorough teenager in the memory, so pure and flawless that people can't help being attracted by him.

Gu Jingxing looked down and said, "Does it look good? I just wear it casually."

Song Ran gently stroked his fingers along the row of buttons on his shirt: "It looks good, it looks particularly good. If you need to wear casual clothes in the future, remember to wear a white shirt, eh?"

Gu Jingxing lowered his head and smiled, "Do you like me wearing a white shirt?"

Song Ran nodded seriously: "I like it, I like it very much."

"Well, I will wear a white shirt when I'm not wearing a military uniform from now on."

In another car driving on the road, Song Xuan glanced at Yang Haitao, who was driving next to him, and with a light tusk, Yang Haitao felt his scalp numb and guilty of not turning his head to look at her.

Song Xuan squinted at him: "My business, when is your turn to call the shots? Who asked you to withdraw my invitation from the head of the cultural and industrial troupe without asking my opinion?"

Just now, at the gate of the art troupe, Song Xuan hadn’t said anything about the invitation from the head of the art troupe. Yang Haitao jumped in front and refused directly: “Excuse me, Song Xuan has no interest in acting. Thank you for your kindness. She's kindly invited, she won't come."

Then he pulled Song Xuan into the car in a hurry.

Of course, Yang Haitao was afraid that Song Xuan would enter the art troupe. He was different from Gu Jingxing. The younger sister of the Song family was devoted to the deputy head of Gu, so Gu Jingxing could let Song Ran into the performing arts circle and watch Song Ran become popular.

But Yang Haitao couldn't do it. He couldn't handle Song Xuan. If Song Xuan became famous, then he would really have no chance.

Therefore, he impulsively rejected the invitation from the art troupe for Song Xuan.