He Is Warmer Than Time

After watching Song Ran's performance, Wen Huihui dissipated with the crowd griefly.

Song Ran like that made her too jealous and mad. That is the protagonist, and that is undoubtedly the protagonist. The men and women in the theater are all because of her.

Every applause is because of her.

At the end of the repertoire, those who came to the stage with flowers are also for her.

Wen Huihui was pushed forward by the crowd in a daze, dreaming in her mind, if it were her, if she stood on that stage and accepted the love of so many people, it would be great.

She just missed a chance, her strength was not worse than Song Ran.

When she left, she could only be more cautious and humblely waited on her backer and director, hoping that others would favor her and reward her as a heroine.

Like living in the sewer, her world is dark.

It was already the beginning of June, and Song Ran had finished the performance. As usual, he ignored Yao Xifeng and went directly to the art troupe.

The army couldn't stand it anymore and patted Yao Xifeng on the shoulder: "Brother, don't spend any money in the future. Song Ran doesn't collect your flowers. Every time you buy them, isn't this a waste of money?"

Yao Xifeng spurned himself once again, and only said last time that Song Ran was worthy of him.

However, when he turned his face, he leaned forward in a senseless manner. He just couldn't let Song Ran go, he just didn't want to give up so easily.

He smiled rather unhappily: "It's okay, I still have the money to buy the bunches. Just take care of the grandma who sells flowers at the back door of the art troupe."

The army shook his head: "Brother, ask for more blessings."

Yao Xifeng casually gave the bouquet to the little actor who was passing by, and turned to the general army: "Can you make an appointment with Director Li for me? I have something to discuss with her."

The army scratched his head: "What's the matter?"

"things related to work."

The army nodded: "Okay, tomorrow, I'll talk to Director Li in a moment."

After all, this Yao Xifeng spends a lot of money to buy tickets every time, and he buys a lot of them as soon as he buys them, and he still has to give him some face.

"Okay, thank you Jun Brother."

Song Ran hurriedly went to the military area hospital. Her family soldier brother will be discharged from the hospital tomorrow. Of course, he will accompany him tonight.

When I went to the hospital, Gu Jingxing sat on the bed and read a book, Song Ran walked over with his hands behind his back~www.wuxiaspot.com~Where? "

Gu Jingxing glanced at her, Song Ran shrank her neck, and ran away after her last time. She was guilty.

Gu Jingxing buckled the book on the quilt with his backhand, and said in a deep voice, "Here?"

Song Ran touched her neck: "Well, after the performance, I came here. Today is still a day of enthusiastic response. Several people presented me with flowers."

After speaking, he took out his hand from his back and took a few gypsophila in his hand. The swaying light shone on the gypsophila, and Gu Jingxing couldn't help but be in a daze.

Well, when I see Song Ran, she always stays daily. Maybe it's because she is getting more and more beautiful and putting on makeup. Gu Jingxing always feels that she can't see enough of her face.

Song Ran shook a few gypsophila before his eyes: "Does it look good?"

Gu Jingxing’s smile was like the evening breeze in the early summer, making people feel excited: "It looks good, do you want to borrow flowers to offer Buddha? Give it to me?"

Song Ran nodded: "Well, give it to you, to our lovely and respectable brother soldier."

When Gu Jingxing stretched out his hand, Song Ran obediently handed him the flowers, only to see that Gu Jingxing did not reach out to receive the flowers, but clasped her wrist...

Song Ran was approaching the enemy and wanted to escape... but it was too late.