He Is Warmer Than Time

Song Xuan's eyes kept staring at the phrase ‘you are for my good’, she gently rubbed the letter paper with her fingers, lost in thought.

Is she really for Yang Haitao?

Only in her heart she knew what she was thinking.

She just thinks that Yang Haitao's cultural level is low, and she wants to recreate a person who can match her and can have a more common language with her.

Yang Haitao said that his mind was gloomy, why is she not gloomy in her mind?

Yang Haitao didn't like to study, he made it clear when he came up, it was her, she herself was unwilling to find someone who was uneducated.

Song Xuan, Song Xuan, no one is perfect, Yang Haitao should have the right to choose his own lifestyle, right?

She sat at the desk in front of the window for a long time. She sat until the evening, when the sun was slanting westward, and the sun was shining on the letter paper, shining on Yang Haitao's heartfelt words.

Yang Haitao was beaten by his dad so that he was reluctant to go to university, but in order to make her happy, he agreed to take the adult undergraduate degree. So, he should really value her, right?

A smile flashed at the corner of Song Xuan's mouth, and the smile quickly disappeared. She stretched out her hand to fold the letter paper, then pressed it into the Gu Cheng poetry collection, got up and got out of the room.

Going downstairs, the living room was empty, so she called to Ma Wu: "Where did Xiao Ran go?"

Madam Wu's voice came from the kitchen: "Xiao Ran went to school to get the transcript."

As he said, the door was pushed open, and Song Ran sneaked in. When he saw Song Xuan, he turned around instinctively and walked out. Song Xuan strode over and pulled her down: "Why are you going?" "

Song Ran smiled with a guilty conscience: "I'll go to the backyard to see if the tomatoes are ripe. I want to eat tomato and egg soup at night."

Song Xuan squinted at her: "What are you panicking?"

Song Ran shrugged: "Ah? I panic? Where am I panic?"

Song Xuan stretched out her hand: "Where is the transcript?"

Song Ran laughed more ugly than crying: "If I say the report card is lost, do you believe it or not?"

Song Xuan with one hand on her hips: "Do you think I can believe it?"

Song Ran slowly reached out into his schoolbag, Song Xuan went straight in, and Song Ran came close to the enemy: "Eh? Sister, don't you turn my schoolbag? I also need privacy."

Song Xuan stared at her: "I just turned it over, what's the matter?"

Song Ran yelled: "Mother Wu, come and help me, my sister bullies the big and always bullies me."

Asking Ma Wu to come out was mainly because she was afraid that the bad news would make her sister use force against her.

Mother Wu rushed out and wiped her hand on her apron: "Xiaoxuan, what are you doing?"

Song Xuan touched the transcript, escaped, and took a look. That expression... ugly, Song Ran couldn't help shaking twice: "It's hard to get a high number. I can score 54 in the test. It's not easy."

Song Xuan was so angry that Qiqiao smoked: "A person who just came to take the exam, and another person who failed the exam, you are amazing, you are going to **** me off one by one!"

Song Ran grabbed the transcript in Song Xuan's hand, and then hurried to the door: "Sister, don't be angry, you can focus your firepower on Yang Haitao. It's a problem of ability for me to pass the test. Yang Haitao will ask someone to take the test. It’s a matter of character and morality."

Brother, I'm sorry, I can't keep it anymore. Use you as a shield, don't blame me.

Song Xuan pointed to her: "Where are you going?"