He Is Warmer Than Time

Gu Jingxing himself is a very ambitious person, but he has never been eager for rights like he does now.

Because Han Yue is the daughter of the deputy commander, he must act scrupulously. This is the **** brought to him by his position.

In the middle of the night, Wan Lai was silent, and he was lying on the sofa next to her tormentingly, imagining himself standing on the pinnacle of power.

Yes, the more you climb from the bottom up, the more you have to be cautious, just for the sake of one day that his Xiao Ran can also borrow his fame, in Haicheng, and even in the whole country.

How long will it take to wait for this day?

How many years does he have to climb before he can let his Xiao Ran go out and walk sideways?

The next day, as soon as he finished breakfast, Song Ran couldn't wait to send Gu Jingxing away. Gu Jingxing felt quite uneasy.

It's really internal and external troubles, so he can't relax for a moment. There is Han Yue over there, and there are so many people here who are rushing to occupy him Xiao Ran.

There are wolves before and tigers behind, and Gu Deputy Mission’s sense of crisis has reached the highest level in history.

It wasn't until Gu Jingxing got on the bus that Song Ran returned home. After a while, the bus sent by Mrs. Fu came over. Song Ran had a feeling of secretly meeting his lover with Gu Jingxing on his back.

Song Ran sat upright until the car entered a heavily guarded government compound and the sentry at the door stood up and saluted the driver.

The car stopped at the door of the detached yard. The driver got out of the car and opened the door for her. Song Ran was a little flattered. After getting out of the car, through the porch, she saw Mrs. Fu watering the flowers inside.

Song Ran walked in carrying the sweet-scented osmanthus and begonia cake made by Ma Wu. Mrs. Fu was wearing linen clothes, but she couldn't hide her appearance. What kind of beauty should she look like when she was young.

Song Ran walked over and greeted happily: "Hello, madam, the sweet-scented osmanthus cake made by my aunt is very delicious, you can try it."

This kind of person who has seen big winds and waves does not take any extravagant gifts. You can only bring such a simple, genuine and down-to-earth gift to make you look real.

They like real people. After all, every day there are countless people who say different compliments, so I'm tired of listening.

Mrs. Fu took the paper bag, really took one out, and took a bite: "Well, it tastes good, your auntie is very clever."

Song Ran was happy, this Mrs. Fu really gave her face, and she didn't mean to be perfunctory.

This is a good sign.

Mrs. Fu gave the shower in her hand to a woman in her sixties, and smiled and said, "If you have a guest, I will cook two more dishes at noon, Xiao Ran, what do you like to eat?"

Song Ran is not at all polite: "I like to eat sweet and sour short ribs and pan-fried octopus."

The babysitter stared at Song Ran, this little girl, when she arrived at the commander's house, she didn't treat herself as an outsider. The average guests came over, and when the lady asked, almost everyone would say that she was casual.

This little girl is very interesting.

No wonder Madam would invite her to eat at home. After all, those people were always trembling when they saw Madam. That would be too boring.

Mrs. Fu smiled very fondly, and said, "Well, Aunt Rong, you can go to the market to buy vegetables."

After finishing speaking, she took Song Ran's hand and walked into the room. Aunt Rong looked at the backs of the two, her eyes suddenly a little wet, and if Weiwei was still there, she should be as big as this little girl.

As soon as he entered the room, Song Ran heard Mrs. Fu say before he sat down, "Song Ran, be my goddaughter."