He Is Warmer Than Time

Song Ran returned home happily, thinking about what Director Li had confessed to her. From tomorrow on, she will go to the cultural troupe to report. First, give her a one-week inspection period, and then decide to stay after one week. She can do well. It's showing.

When she got home, Madam Wu greeted her: "Captain Gu called you just now."

Song Ran replied calmly: "I see."

"Captain Gu left the phone, asking you to return it to him when you come back."

Song Ran took the small note and snorted, "Who is going to call him back."

Mother Wu smiled and looked at her: "It's rare, have you had a conflict with Battalion Commander Gu?"

Song Ran raised his eyebrows: "Since he has a mission, let him perform the mission with peace of mind. I won't call to disturb him."

Song Ran clutched his aching cheek, ate a little bit of food, and went upstairs.

Gu Jingxing waited left and right in the communication room of the Northwest Military Region and waited for no one. Seeing that the time was too late, he left the communication room with a touch of disappointment.

Song Ran was excited at the moment, and had no time to take care of Gu Jingxing, thinking for himself how to perform well in the art troupe tomorrow.

In addition, she hasn't told her family about this matter. If her sister and her father know about it, will she strongly object to it?

Let's lie to them first, at least until I become an official member of the art troupe, then it will be raw rice to cook mature rice, and it is useless for them to object.

The next day, Song Ran woke up early. At breakfast, Song Guoqing asked her: "Since it's a holiday, I'll sleep a little longer. It's so cold. Why do you wake up so early?"

People are refreshed on happy occasions, and Song Ran's toothache is much better, she said perfunctorily: "Oh, I made an appointment with Li Sheng to go out to play."

Song Guoqing nodded: "Well, it's okay to play, don't play too crazy, you know? Go home early in the evening, you're old, and the outside is not too peaceful."

Song Xuan also said: "Indeed, at the end of the year, many social idlers intend to sneak a sum of money to go home for the New Year in these two days. Go home at night, have you heard?"

Song Ran nodded as if pounding garlic: "I heard that."

After breakfast, Song Ran went to the art troupe happily. The door of the art troupe hadn't been opened yet. She stood by the gate outside the courtyard, smiling and waiting for the gatekeeper to open the door.

The gatekeeper came with Director Li, and Song Ran quickly handed over the thermos: "Director Li, you can taste the sweet soup I brought."

Director Li looked at her with a cold face: "Just do things well, don't think about corrupting me with small favors, I don't want to eat this one."

Song Ran retracted his hand and said, "I will do things well."

The uncle of the gatekeeper made a round: "What kind of sweet soup did you bring?"

Song Ran quickly handed the thermos cup over: "Red bean wine stuffed egg custard."

The uncle praised: "Oh, this is delicious and delicious. Director Li likes to eat fermented rice. I'll bring you to Director Li's office."

Song Ran smiled and said, "I'm sorry to trouble you."

The uncle of the gatekeeper happily carried the thermos into an ivory white building on the left hand side.

Director Li still had a bad tone: "Don't bring it anymore, you know?"

Song Ran was admitted by her exceptionally. If she accepts her little grace again, wouldn't it be for others to use it? The reputation of this little girl is not good.

Song Ran nodded his head seriously: "I know the director."

She was thinking of bringing some food to express her gratitude to the director on the first day, but she didn't consider Zhou Xiang so much.