He Is Warmer Than Time

Song Ran stayed with Gu Jingxing for two days, had another meal with his men, and celebrated.

Song Ran always felt that the eyes of those subordinates looking at her were a bit strange, but he didn't think too much.

Gu Jingxing's men knew that their boss was about to be transferred to the Southeast Military Region. For at least six months, they were distressed for the sister-in-law, after all, the sister-in-law was still kept in the dark.

I know, I'm afraid I won't be able to escape a world war.

After all, the sister-in-law cannot do without their boss.

Gu Jingxing kept sending Song Ran back to Tian Zifang. When Song Ran was about to get off the car, Gu Jingxing gave her a hand. Song Ran smiled and looked at him: "What's wrong? I've been tired of you for two days, so I can't live without it. I?"

Gu Jingxing licked his lips, just about to speak, Song Ran's lips were covered, kissed for a moment, and then touched his face: "I'll be there again next week, eh?"

When Gu Jingxing wanted to say something, he was swallowed again. Seeing her cheerful appearance, he really couldn't bear to pour cold water.

I just got promoted, let her be happy for a few more days, as long as it can be delayed.

Song Ran entered the bungalow. Her sister was listening to light music and doing prenatal education. She walked over and sat down.

The phone on the side rang, Song Ran reached out to answer it, the other side said it was from the police station.

Song Ranman casually said, "May I ask what's the matter?"

"Prisoner No. 9528, Wen Huihui, hanged herself in prison early yesterday morning."

Song Ran panicked, the phone in his hand snapped to the ground, and Song Xuan looked at her suspiciously.

Song Ran hung up the phone, her face pale.

Song Xuan grabbed her hand and said worriedly: "Xiao Ran, what's the matter?"

Song Ran was panicked. She was so panic that she couldn't stop trembling. Song Xuan was extremely worried: "Xiao Ran, what's the matter with you? Who is calling?"

Song Ran's teeth trembled: "The call from the police station said that Wen Huihui was hanged in the early hours of yesterday morning."

Song Xuan's face was not very good: "This... she deserves it, why are you so flustered?"

Song Ran squeezed Song Xuan's hand, her eyes panicked: "Sister, in my last life, everything has been restored from the time I died. It seems that the world has been reset. Now, Wen Huihui is dead. Will it be all again? All over again, will all of this I have been snatched away by her again?"

Song Xuan touched her face: "No, Xiao Ran, no, she died yesterday, but aren't you still fine today? It's the same as before. The world has not been reset because Wen Huihui died. , She is not worthy, God will not reset the world for someone like her."

Song Ran came back to his senses, yes... Wen Huihui died yesterday. To reset, it should be reset long ago.

After a day without reason, the world is still business as usual.

Therefore, Wen Huihui completely disappeared from her world. God, wise, would not confiscate everything she got for such a person.

Fortunately, fortunately.

She stretched out her hand and hugged Song Xuan, her voice still trembling, and she said with a lingering fear: "Great, this world is still like this, no punishment for me, no cheap Wen Huihui, great."

Song Xuan caressed her back heartily: "Silly girl, don't worry anymore, Wen Huihui has completely disappeared. We will have a good life in the future, eh?"

Song Ran hugged her sister tightly: "We will have a better life. We have to look forward. The beauty of the future is waiting for us."