He Is Warmer Than Time

"It's cold, and it's so cold that I can't recover."

Mrs. Fu stretched out her hands, held her hands, and gently rubbed them: "You girl, it's so cold, why don't you wear more?"

Song Ran chuckled: "Isn't this coming to the press conference, there are reporters, they will take pictures, and there are so many actresses attending, I have to dress nicely, and then I will show up."

She was wearing a smoky pink long coat. She was pretty and very beautiful. Mrs. Fu squeezed her face: "It's pretty enough."

Song Ran smiled playfully: "Godmother, why did you come here today?"

Mrs. Fu took her hand and sat down: "Yuzhang went to inspect the Western Military Region. I was very tired at home, so I came out and swayed."

"You can sing and sing along with women, don't all high-ranking officials and wives follow."

Mrs. Fu glanced at her: "I don't love those entertainments. It's really annoying to watch others smile at you wearing a thick mask, and listen to the same flattering words of others."

Song Ran admired in her heart that Mrs. Fu was actually a very personal person, and she liked it very much.

She joked: "Then if you don't follow along, the commander must rush back. After all, you won't see you in one day, like three autumns."

Mrs. Fu squeezed her cheek: "Boldly, I dare to make a joke on me."

The guard who drove was pleased. For more than ten years, his wife was depressed all day long. Song Ran was really her savior when she never made such a joke.

Song Ran knew that Mrs. Fu was pretending to be angry, so she dodged jokingly: "Godmother, you can't bully the small with the big, you can't just treat me like that with the commander's support."

Mrs. Fu was very happy by her, thinking, if her Weiwei could also talk to her like this, how good would it be?

The winter sun hummed well, and the car slowly walked through. Most of the leaves of the parasol tree fell off. There were withered yellow leaves on the side of the road. The golden sun shining into the car made Song Ran feel warm.

She glanced at Mrs. Fu cautiously, and she stopped talking. Mrs. Fu naturally saw her sneaky appearance and raised her eyebrows and said, "Just say anything, don't hesitate."

Song Ran pursed her lips and said courageously: "Godmother, I have no intention of exposing your scars. I want to know, where did your daughter lose it?"

The carriage was very quiet for a long time, so quiet that Song Ran's heart was up and down. Is she too abrupt?

Mrs. Fu's slender fingers lightly touched her knees, and she let out a long sigh, and Song Ran was immersed in the sad past with her.

"At that time, Yu Zhang was still in Hangzhou to the south, and he was the chief of staff of the Hangzhou Military Region. It was winter and the sunshine was good. I took Weiwei out to play. At that time, I was protected by Yu Zhang too well, not at all. Knowing that there are bad guys in this world, they have never been defensive against people, never have..."

Mrs. Fu’s eyes were red, and Song Ran felt that she was cruel, so she was trying to stop Mrs. Fu from speaking in a low voice when digging into someone's wounds.

Mrs. Fu continued: "I was very happy to see a sugar seller on the street, pulling Weiwei into the crowd together, there are so many people, it's really lively, I...I should tighten Weiwei Now I know that there are not all good people in the world. I should hold her hand tight, I...really **** it!"

Her tone was extremely sad, and Song Ran was distressed...