In the two lifetimes combined, Song Yiran has never had such an experience. Her brain went blank, and for a moment, it was as if some roar hit her head, making her feel a buzz, and even the hard shell that wrapped her heart was shaken off.

She was wrapped in a strange and familiar aura, and the slightly cold touch made her cringe, but behind her was the hard wall, and she couldn't retreat.

Lei Qianjun was completely instinctive, so he couldn't help but make this move that seemed extremely intimate to him. But when he touched Song Yiran's rose-like fragrant and soft lips, the monster hidden in his heart roared and rushed out of the floodgate, out of control.

Lingering, tossing and turning, wanting to turn into a beast and devour everything about her, I can't stop!

Song Yiran always thought that Lei Qianjun was a low-key and introverted person, at least he looked like a decent man, polite, quite personable, and a very well-cultivated warrior!

Song Yiran felt that his lips were numb, and the air that he could inhale into his lungs was getting thinner and thinner, and he really felt that his brain was starved of oxygen, as if he would faint at any time.

Song Yiran pushed Lei Qianjun hard, and the latter did not move, but let go of her, but still encircled her in his arms. Song Yiran, who was slightly lost, finally came to his senses, glared at him fiercely, and reached out to touch his slightly swollen red lips, and the meaning of complaining was self-evident.

Lei Qianjun whispered appreciatively: "That's right, my heart hasn't changed!" He is still him, "This is a reward for you." If it weren't for his hoarse voice and deep eyes, his words would be more convincing.

Cut~~

Isn't it just that when the love is strong, I can't help myself, and I make so many excuses.

Song Yiran said in a snort: "Is the stove still installed?"

Of course you have to pretend.

Lei Qianjun finally let go of her and helped her reload the stove. This time, he hung the stove drum on the roof of the shed with iron wire, and after two more fixed support points, the stove tube finally stopped shaking.

At the position of the window, Lei Qianjun temporarily replaced the glass with a thick cardboard shell board, and cut a hole of suitable size in the center, so that the last section of the stove tube instead of the chimney smoothly stretched out of the window, and it could also plug the loophole to block the cold wind, which was also done.

Song Yiran fetched water, wiped everything in the house, and looked at the small snail house, and felt a slight sense of belonging in his heart.

"Are you hungry, I invite you to dinner. "The bad guys also helped out all morning.

Lei Qianjun washed his hands, shook the water droplets on his hands and said, "Do you have any other work?" I'm not hungry yet, so it's better to help you get your home done first." ”

Song Yiran thought of the old Xia at the scrap collection station again, whether to tell Lei Qianjun about this matter, she was still hesitant.

Lei Qianjun always felt that Song Yiran had something on his mind, and frowned and asked her, "Is there something wrong?"

"What's the matter!" Song Yiran only said: "You'd better get a pair of glasses, you can look more gentle." ”

She is serious and wants to give Lei Qianjun some advice, but now he obviously wants to hide his identity, get rid of those habits in the team before, and slowly change into another style. He did a good job in other aspects, but his eyes were still sharp, and it should be much better if he wore glasses to block it.

As they were talking, Hong Liye and Zhao Xiaodong hurriedly came over.

This meeting came suddenly, even if Song Yiran didn't care, but Lei Qianjun cared. On the one hand, because Zhao Xiaodong is always different to Song Yiran, this woman can be regarded as treating Song Yiran sincerely, and thanks to her care, Song Yiran can not die.

Another reason why Lei Qianjun cares is that for the sake of Song Yiran's reputation, even if she can't stay here for a long time, Lei Qianjun doesn't want her reputation to be lost in the slightest.

Sure enough, when Zhao Xiaodong saw Lei Qianjun, he suddenly felt like a great enemy.

Song Yiran had news of the object, and it was brought back by Hong Liye from the unit. The logistics director Sister Yuan saw Hong Liye, and said with a smile that Song Yiran had a partner at a young age, and the man was very attentive to her, but she really didn't see it.

Hong Liye felt inexplicable, but he has always disliked having more rights and wrongs, so he didn't say anything at the moment.

When he got off work, Hong Liye told Zhao Xiaodong about it.

Zhao Xiaodong was scared when he heard it, you must know that Mrs. Du asked Song Yiran before, but Song Yiran said categorically that he was still young, so where did this object come from?

"Hurry up, now go to her dormitory and take a look~" Zhao Xiaodong was very anxious, for fear that something would happen to Song Yiran.

When they arrived at Song Yiran's dormitory and saw Lei Qianjun, Zhao Xiaodong and Hong Liye's eyes almost didn't fall out.

Whether it is appearance or temperament, he seems to be a natural pair with Song Yiran, but looking at the age, I don't know what the situation is at home, don't meet a liar!

"Uncle, aunt, why are you here?" Song Yiran was still pretending to be confused, trying to get by.

"Xiao Ran, who is this little comrade?" Zhao Xiaodong looked like he was facing a great enemy. It's not that she's making a fuss, it's just that there are too many stories about negative men these years, and the fate of the girl who was hurt is by no means a word that can be described as miserable.

"He is ......" Song Yiran was speechless for a while, how to introduce it?

Lei Qianjun stood up generously, "Uncle, aunt, I am the object of Ranran, my surname is Lei." ”

How dare you say it!

Song Yiran stood aside and laughed awkwardly, his heart was already in tears at this moment, this scene was too moving!

"Object, why haven't I heard of it?" Zhao Xiaodong asked Song Yiran, "Xiaoran, who is he?" Zhao Xiaodong's tone was quite passable, but the anxious and worried emotions were still quite obvious.

At this time, Lei Qianjun was also looking at Song Yiran, undoubtedly hoping that she would make a statement!

Can she not express her position? She was in charge of this matter from beginning to end! She first stamped someone's seal, and then directly exposed his identity without their consent. Although it is to avoid some unnecessary entanglement, you can't cross the river and tear down the bridge!

Song Yiran generously admitted, "He is my object." ”

Really!

Zhao Xiaodong's eyes widened, "Xiao Ran, you are going back to the city in the future!"

When Song Yiran was about to say something, Lei Qianjun suddenly interjected: "Auntie, I am from Haicheng, I follow Ranran, to be precise, we should be childhood sweethearts." ”

Yes?