He Is Warmer Than Time

Song Xuan almost turned her back in fright, and hurriedly turned her head and hissed: "Mother Wu, be quiet, don't wake Song Ran."

Waking up that girl, specified to laugh at her, that girl's detrimental skill is first-rate, and she doesn't want to fight with her.

Well, Song Xuan still couldn't get past the hurdle in her heart, and she still didn't want to show her caring for Yang Haitao to others.

She still needs time to adapt slowly.

Wu Ma saw that she was holding the medicine in her hand, and she was concerned about a few words, and then asked her to let Yang Haitao drink more hot water, and then covered it with a quilt, and she was just fine if she sweated.

Song Xuan hurriedly turned back with a thermos bottle.

Take care of him. After taking the medicine and drinking water, it was late at night. Song Xuan spread a quilt on the sofa by the window and went to sleep.

At night, she didn't sleep well, and from time to time she got up to probe his forehead, fearing that he would catch a cold if the quilt was not covered.

He sweated a lot, and Song Xuan took the trouble to wipe the sweat off him, feeling his body temperature in the palm of his hand to recede little by little.

At night, Yang Haitao opened his eyes in a daze, seeing her gentle appearance, couldn't help but whispered: "Don't take care of me, go to sleep."

Song Xuan gently touched his forehead with her finger: "You go to sleep, I'm fine."

Yang Haitao stretched out his hand and took her arm, with a force, he took her into his arms: "Song Xuan, don't be busy, go to sleep."

She was a little cold, so she put on Yang Haitao's body, making Yang Haitao sigh comfortably.

Song Xuan struggled: "You let me go."

Yang Haitao hugged her tightly, greedy for the temperature on her body, as if he could dissipate the hot fire in his body, he was even more reluctant to let go of her.

Song Xuan nestled in his arms, pedaling on his legs, reaching out to push his chest, and whispered: "Yang Haitao, you release me, quickly release me, I want to sleep on the sofa."

They are not married yet, so it is unreasonable, she Song Xuan has always been a well-behaved person, she is not used to this.

Yang Haitao closed his eyes and ignored her.

Song Xuan reached out and patted his face: "Are you pretending to be asleep?"

The person breathed evenly, telling her with practical actions that he was really asleep.

The light was dim, and it seemed a bit warm. He closed his eyes, and the light seemed to have a preference, shining shallowly on his side face.

She poked out her fingertips cautiously and touched his cheek, her handsome eyebrows became more and more attractive in this dim night.

She knows that real estate is not easy to do, and there are too many departments to deal with. Once it is done, it is a big project. He has to bear a lot of risks, and he has to bear much pressure accordingly.

He is very tired, very tired, very tired, to deal with so many people, how much does the wine bureau have to participate in? How many things you have to say against your will, and you have to see the wind and make the rudder talk to people and talk nonsense to ghosts.

Tired, he is extremely tired.

The fingers brought more tenderness, rubbing them lightly, with extreme nostalgia.

Her previous indifference and neglect caused him a lot of blows, right? In the future, she will slowly compensate him, whether it is life or psychological, she will slowly compensate him.

The wind was blowing outside, and the wind was a bit noisy. At night, it was easy for people to breed all kinds of impulses. She stretched out her hand to clasp his firm chin, rubbed it lightly, and then closed her eyes and put on his thin lips. ...

Yang Haitao's dream became vivid and fragrant.