He Is Warmer Than Time

In Jiang Feng’s bungalow, she was sitting in the room with a thin cigarette between her fingers. Her assistant Du Juan walked in and whispered: “Sister Feng, I went to Song Ran’s school to find out. Song Ran was in their school. Popularity, very popular, and several students from the Student Union are sparing no effort to help her publicize it. It seems that her attendance rate will probably not be worse than yours."

Jiang Feng frowned, feeling unhappy: "Will it be worse than me, or better than me?"

Du Juan stopped telling the truth: "She... how could she be able to compare to you?"

Jiang Feng lighted a little soot, took another cigarette, and said irritably: "It was originally for Song Ran to perform one day before me. When...When it comes time to sell tickets for the show, I will tell the ticketing department that we will change the order of performances. Suddenly, I thought, those who bought the tickets and entered the theater shouldn't go out again. Besides, after dressing up, can they tell who is Song Ran and who is Jiang Feng? Ha... "

Du Juan was a little nervous: "Is this all right?"

Jiang Feng smiled disdainfully: "If there is anything wrong, let Song Ran use small tricks, will I not allow me to think of a solution? The director of the ticketing department has a lot of handles in my hands."

Du Juan didn't say much. She knew that Jiang Feng had always insisted on doing her own way. If she said too much, she annoyed her, but she was the one who was unlucky again.

When Jiang Feng was intriguing about how to squeeze Song Ran down, Song Ran was reciting his lines seriously and trying to figure out the character's personality.

She even gets up early every morning and runs a few laps around the bungalow area to keep her upright posture.

In the last two days, as soon as Song Ran's school work was over, he was completely soaked in the art troupe, and would not go home until late in the rehearsal every day.

The teacher who taught the drama was very strict. Song Ran finally realized Gu Jingxing's good intentions. Indeed, her body really lacked training, and it seemed a little difficult to perform some fighting dramas.

It seems that when her family soldier brother comes back, she really wants to be like his soldier, being tempered by him.

On the day Song Ran performed, she came backstage early. As soon as she entered the backstage, she saw Jiang Feng's assistant Du Juan. She was a little surprised, and the army was also very surprised.

When she passed Jiang Feng's dressing room, she saw Jiang Feng, who had been dressed up, dressed in a female general's costume, which made her brave and not angry.

Song Ran gave a light tusk, raised his chin slightly, and stood at the door, looking at the person who was dressing in the mirror, and said coldly: "Sister Feng, did you remember the time wrong? Today... is the day of my performance."

Jiang Feng didn't even turn his head, only contemptuously said: "Oh? Really? Then you go and see today's ticket, who is the actor behind."

Song Ran squinted: "What do you mean by...?"

Jiang Feng smiled and said, "Song Ran, I'm sorry, I have something important tomorrow. I have a fractured bone before and I have to go to the hospital for review tomorrow. So, after adjusting the time, I will act first."

The army was in a hurry, and was about to come forward to argue with her. Song Ran pressed it down, her voice became colder and colder: "So, Sister Feng, did you adjust the time, did you discuss it with me? Did you discuss it with Director Li? Did you discuss it with Head Shao?"

With a slap, Jiang Feng slammed the comb in his hand, got up, walked up to her, and stared at her arrogantly: "Oh, learned to use Director Li to press me, learned to use Director Shao to press me? How dare you? "

Song Ran thought, if she slapped down, she would lose, losing to her aggressive approach.