The miserable heroine of the sad novel of the period was penetrated

Song Lingling's heart was shaken as if by a thunderclap, and she reached out to snatch the marriage application from Ning Jingmo's hand.

Ning Jingmo had already folded the marriage application form and put it back in his pocket.

He stood up and said, "Brother Qizhi, take your time eating. I'm leaving now. We'll meet again when we have time."

Then he said goodbye to his three comrades and left carrying Xia Songlan's small bag.

Song Lingling was so angry that she gritted her teeth. Just as she was about to chase after him, she was stopped by Song Qizhi, who forced her to sit down again.

Qi Bin reacted the fastest. He picked up the bottle and quickly filled Song Qizhi's glass with wine.

Chen Dajun also raised his glass to urge others to drink, "Comrade Song, drink, drink."

Although Qin Chi didn't say anything, he stood up with his wine glass, stood behind Song Lingling, clinked glasses with Song Qizhi, and then drank it all in one gulp.

When Xia Songlan walked out of the bathroom, Ning Jingmo was standing not far from the door smoking.

Seeing her come out, he quickly put out the cigarette butt, stretched out his hand and fanned his face to drive away the smell of smoke, "Okay? I'll take you home."

Xia Songlan was puzzled, "Is it over?"

"Well! I originally brought you out to eat because I wanted to introduce you to my comrades. I didn't expect to meet such an annoying guy. Forget it, let's go back.

Don't worry, I have let them look at the marriage application. They probably won't harass you again in the future.

If there is any more, please don’t hesitate.”

Xia Songlan smiled and said, "I'm not angry."

Ning Jingmo raised his eyebrows, "Other women are trying to show off their presence in front of your fiancé, and you're not angry at all.

Alas, if it were me, even if my lungs didn’t explode, I would still drink two jars of vinegar. "

Xia Songlan knew that Ning Jingmo was trying to cheer her up, and couldn't help laughing, "Is she Platycodon grandiflorum or Pinellia ternata?

Can it reduce internal heat or inflammation? Instead of wasting time on anger, it is better to study the medicinal properties.”

Ning Jingmo tilted his head and looked at Xia Songlan scrutinizingly. Seeing that she didn't seem to be joking, he smiled with relief.

He raised his thumbs up and said, "As expected of a woman that Ning Jingmo likes, she is really generous.

But don't worry, I have never had any emotional communication with any woman other than you, and the number of times we have spoken can be counted on one hand.

If you meet such people again in the future, don’t give in to them, be jealous when you should be jealous, and fight back when you should fight back.”

"If you need it, I'll let you see me when I'm jealous next time." Xia Songlan winked at Ning Jingmo mischievously.

Ning Jingmo fantasized, "You'd better act like you like me very much, love me very much, and be completely jealous, then I will be happy."

"Okay, no problem. I'll go back and practice more and try to satisfy you."

As he spoke, Xia Songlan raised his right hand, clenched it into a fist, and pulled it down with force, "Don't worry, Comrade Ning Jingmo, I promise to complete the task."

After she finished speaking, the two looked at each other and then burst into laughter.

Their brilliant smiles and the uniqueness in each other's eyes filled Song Lingling's eyes as she looked over from afar.

Ning Jingmo's focused eyes and gentle look were something she had never seen before.

Song Lingling was so angry that she gritted her teeth, but her hand was held by Song Qizhi, and Qin Chi was standing behind her, so it was impossible for her to catch up.

They could only watch Ning Jingmo and Xia Songlan leave talking and laughing.

Just like when they came, Ning Jingmo helped Xia Songlan to fully arm herself and wrap her up tightly before starting the motorcycle.

When he reached the intersection of Xingfu Street, Ning Jingmo stopped the motorcycle and parked it on the side of the road.

Xia Songlan didn't understand what was going on and thought he had something to do, so she sat quietly in the side stall waiting.

As a result, Ning Jingmo got off the motorcycle, walked around to Xia Songlan and made an inviting gesture.

"Xiao Banlangen, why don't we take a walk? That way we won't be so cold when we get home."

Xia Songlan finally understood what Ning Jingmo meant. She put down her fighting knife and was about to take off her hat and coat.

But Ning Jingmo stopped him, "Don't take it off yet, we still have some distance to go, it's cold."

Xia Songlan did feel a little cold. She shrank her neck, listened to the advice, and gave Ning Jingmo a sweet smile in return.

Xia Songlan didn't realize how relaxed she was in front of Ning Jingmo, even her smile became much more sincere.

Her two little hands were originally nestled in her sleeves and were quite warm.

I was afraid of falling when getting off the car, so I held onto the side of the car. In just a short while, I felt a little cold.

She rubbed her hands together, put them to her lips and blew on them to keep them warm.

A pair of big hands suddenly reached out and held her small hands.

Xia Songlan followed the direction of the big hand and saw Ning Jingmo standing opposite her. She held her hand to his lips, breathing on it and rubbing it to keep her warm.

The dry and warm hands wrapped around her little hands made her feel warm in her heart for some reason.

Xia Songlan just looked up and stared at Ning Jingmo, stunned.

Ning Jingmo initially just saw that Xia Songlan was cold, and subconsciously wanted to help her keep warm.

But when the big hands held those soft hands, my heart started pounding.

He never knew a girl's hands could be so small and soft. It was like a ball of cotton being held in his hands.

He didn't even dare to rub harder, for fear of breaking the girl's hands.

I can only hold it to my lips and breathe gently.

At this moment, time seemed to stand still, and the two had only each other in their eyes.

Without any warning, snowflakes began to fall from the sky.

Xia Songlan was the first to notice it and said in surprise, "It's snowing."

She pulled out her right hand to catch the snowflakes.

Ning Jingmo felt inexplicably lost when one of his hands was suddenly pulled away.

Seeing that Xia Songlan was about to take back her left hand again, he quickly stuffed her left hand and his right hand into his shirt pocket.

Then he looked up in surprise, looked at the snow flying all over the sky, and said, "Yes, it's snowing."

Xia Songlan tugged at her left hand, which Ning Jingmo had put into his pocket, but failed to pull it out.

He looked up at Ning Jingmo in confusion.

Ning Jingmo didn't even look at her, his eyes fixed on the falling snowflakes.

But his right hand in his pocket was clenched tightly, giving Xia Songlan no chance to pull it out.

He even said confidently, "One of the captured prisoners has already escaped, and this one will definitely not be let go."

Xia Songlan looked at Ning Jingmo and thought he was talking nonsense with his eyes open, but she ignored him and let him hold her without struggling.

Attention returned to the falling snow.

Ning Jingmo noticed that Xia Songlan had withdrawn her gaze, and then he fixed his eyes on Xia Songlan's slightly raised profile.

The pink little face, long curled eyelashes, rosy lips slightly open, mist floating out of the mouth.

This moment was like a brand that was completely imprinted on his heart and he would never forget it.

It was snowing heavily. When the two men arrived at the gate of Yard No. 6, their heads and bodies were covered with snow.

Xia Songlan said goodbye to Ning Jingmo and freed her left hand at the same time.

Ning Jingmo clenched his fists tightly, showing no intention of loosening.

He faced Xia Songlan, glanced at the white snow above her head, and stared into her eyes with a gentle smile.

"If we can get wet in the snow together one day, we can grow old together in this life. When our hair turns white, I will still hold your hand, little Banlangen."

Xia Songlan felt a dull pain in her heart after hearing Ning Jingmo's confession.

The plot in the book flashed through her mind. She knew that as the wedding approached, it meant that Ning Jingmo's life was getting closer to the end.

Their marriage was short-lived and there was no chance that they would grow old together.

The more Xia Songlan thought about it, the more her heart ached, and her eyes turned red.