He Is Warmer Than Time

Shen Mengfang's disdainful voice came: "Oh, I came here carrying Zhuyeqing, Commander Gu, you don't take our Xiao Ran seriously."

Gu Jingxing's sweat became more fierce, and his eyes glanced at Song Ran. Song Ran chuckled and said with confidence: "Aunt Shen, you are too powerful."

This refers to Sang cursing Huai, screaming at him, clearly speaking of Shen Mengfang's influence, which means that if you don't accept bamboo leaf green, then you are also snobs.

Song Guoqing smacked his lips and said nothing.

Song Ran said again: "I told the clerk of the supply and marketing agency that my father has high blood pressure and what kind of liquor can he drink. The Zhu Yeqing recommended by the clerk, Jing Xing, is a filial piety to my dad. I think the most expensive thing is to ignore my dad’s body."

Shen Mengfang's face crooked with anger. Why did the little wolf cub suddenly become stronger today? Knowing how to talk can make her feel anxious without poking her dad's soreness.

Song Guoqing coughed lightly: "Okay, it's OK, Camp Commander Gu is interested, Ma Wu, take the wine, and I will drink the bamboo leaf green with Commander Gu at noon."

The heart that Gu Jingxing was holding finally loosened.

Song Ran continued to act as an intimate little padded jacket, holding her father's hand and continuing to act like a baby: "Dad, you have to drink less. You are a three-high crowd. You must be more restrained, you know?"

Song Guoqing rejoiced: "A drink, a drink."

The group of people walked to the dining room. Song Ran and Gu Jing walked at the back. Song Ran wanted to quietly scratch Gu Jingxing’s hand. Gu Jingxing patted her and pressed it down. He was too affectionate with his daughter in front of the future old man. Isn't this an early death sentence? Gu Jingxing told herself to restrain herself.

Song Ran looked at him aggrievedly, and whispered: "Huh, I've saved you money, you don't even let me touch your hands."

Gu Jingxing couldn't laugh or cry, and whispered: "Being in front of your dad, no."

Song Guoqing greeted them loudly: "What are the two of them whispering about? Come and sit down quickly."

Wen Huihui was familiar with the road. She sat down on the second seat south of the long dining table. Usually the main seat was Song Guoqing. The first seat to the south was Song Ran's. Wen Huihui often came to Song's house because she had a good relationship with Song Ran. Sit next to Song Ran to eat.

When Song Ran saw this, she walked over, pressed her elbow on the back of the chair, and smiled: "Huihui, sit next to Aunt Shen on the opposite side. This seat belongs to Jingxing from my family."

Wen Huihui's expression was ugly, and she sat down opposite.

Shen Mengfang laughed again: "Oh, I'm not married yet. I'm not afraid of people making fun of it when I say it."

Song Ran took Gu Jingxing and sat down frankly. She raised her eyes and glanced at Shen Mengfang, with a smile on her lips: "It's Aunt Shen, who is away from home. Never once said my old Song or my National Day. You treat me. Dad, I’m not caring enough. Last time, Aunt Tao, who made hair in Shuangcha Lane, said that when Aunt Shen mentioned my dad, there was no love in her eyes."

Shen Mengfang is like a big enemy, why does she always feel that Xiao Nizi sees her through? Impossible, impossible, Xiao Nizi just has a straight mouth and likes to hit her.

She calmed down and said softly: "Oh, your father and I are both old and old, no matter what love or not."

Song Ran snorted and chuckled, "So I am called an old wife and old wife after five years of marriage? I thought it would take at least fifty years to be called an old wife and old wife."