Before you know it, the autumn season in Fengshi is coming to an end, and the night is naturally cool.

From time to time, a cool breeze blew, which happened to get into Song Xiangran's collar, and Song Xiangran shivered.

"I'm sorry for you, Master He. Fang Qingming walked in front of Song Xiangran and He Ziqiang, and happened to block He Ziqiang's view of Song Xiangran.

Originally, Fang Qingming was taller than He Ziqiang, he had been in the army all the year round, and his physique was much stronger, standing in front of He Ziqiang at this time, there was an indescribable sense of oppression.

But He Ziqiang was just very dissatisfied with Fang Qingming blocking his gaze at Song Xiangran, he frowned, went straight around Fang Qingming, and stood in front of Song Xiangran again.

"Xiao Xiangran, it's not early, since I've sent you safely, then I'll leave first. He Ziqiang said to Song Xiangran with a smile.

Song Xiangran nodded and said, "Thank you, you have a good journey back." "

"Don't miss me too much, goodbye. He Ziqiang raised his eyebrows, and he looked like a hanger again, and whistled at Song Xiangran.

Anyway, Song Xiangran was already surprised by He Ziqiang's hanging appearance, so this time he didn't even bother to roll his eyes, and just said goodbye to He Ziqiang lightly.

As soon as he finished saying goodbye, Song Xiangran sneezed.

In the next second, a coat was draped on Song Xiangran's body, and Song Xiangran was stunned.

This military jacket, Song Xiangran is not the first time to come into contact with it, the familiar temperature and breath once again surrounded Song Xiangran.

The lights on the side of the road suddenly seemed a little dim, and Song Xiangran lowered his head silently, glad that the lights were dim and he couldn't see his red cheeks clearly.

Then, Fang Qingming's warm and pleasant voice sounded in Song Xiangran's ears: "In late autumn, it's cool at night, remember to bring a coat next time you go out." "

"Hmm. Song Xiangran pulled Fang Qingming's military jacket, and the whole person seemed to shrink inside, with his face buried in the middle of the collar.

Fang Qingming's military jacket was originally relatively wide, and it was draped on Song Xiangran's body, making Song Xiangran's whole person very small.

Especially Song Xiangran seemed to have blown a little wind just now, a little cold, and sneezed from time to time.

Fang Qingming walked next to Song Xiangran, looking at Song Xiangran like this, he unconsciously felt a feeling of pity in his heart.

In fact, Fang Qingming wanted to step forward and hug Song Xiangran, but after all, he was rejected, so it was not good to step forward so rashly.

But Song Xiangran was so small that Fang Qingming wanted to embrace him.

However, Fang Qingming still has the sanity that should be there.

When Song Xiangran entered the house, Fang Qingming stepped forward again, stood in front of Song Xiangran, and took off his coat.

Fang Qingming's posture was like hugging Song Xiangran in his arms.

And I don't know what's going on, Fang Qingming took the coat for Song Xiangran very slowly.

Originally, because the wind was a little strong outside, Song Xiangran buttoned the front buttons of his military jacket. Now Fang Qingming is unbuttoning one button at a time.

Song Xiangran lowered her head, feeling that her cheeks were hot, like a fire, she didn't know if it was her own illusion, and felt that Fang Qingming's action of unbuttoning was particularly slow.

And Fang Qingming naturally did it on purpose, he took in Song Xiangran's shy appearance, he was happy in his heart, and resisted the urge to raise the corners of his lips.

When Fang Qingran heard the movement of the door opening downstairs upstairs, he found that after a while, no one went upstairs.

Because Song Xiangran's bedroom is on the second floor, if Song Xiangran comes back, she will definitely go upstairs to put things first, and Fang Qingran's bedroom is the only way to go before Song Xiangran returns to her bedroom.

Out of curiosity, Fang Qingran put down the book in his hand, sucked his slippers, and walked down slowly.

Unexpectedly, as soon as Fang Qingran walked down the stairs, from his point of view, he saw Fang Qingming bowing his head to help Song Xiangran unbutton, and Song Xiangran looked like he was buried in Fang Qingming's chest.

Under normal circumstances, Fang Qingran would avoid this situation, but today I don't know if he ate any ambitious leopard guts, so he sucked his slippers and walked downstairs with a click.

"Sister Xiangran, why did you come back?" Fang Qingran walked straight to Song Xiangran's side, and looked up at Song Xiangran slightly.

Although the men of the Fang family are relatively tall, Fang Qingran has not yet reached the age of growing up, so he is still a little shorter than Song Xiangran.

Fang Qingran's arrival finally made Fang Qingming speed up his hand, and directly pulled the coat off Song Xiangran's shoulder and put it in the crook of his arm.

"Your sister Xiangran is tired for a day, I'll talk to her tomorrow, now let her wash up and have a good rest. Fang Qingming looked down at Fang Qingran, frowning slightly, as if disgusted that his appearance was very obstructive.

Of course, Fang Qingran knew that Fang Qingming felt that his sudden appearance had ruined the atmosphere, but he did it on purpose.

If Fang Qingming hadn't insisted, he would have had dinner with Song Xiangran tonight!

Therefore, when he saw Fang Qingming, Fang Qingran was not angry.

Moreover, the most annoying thing is that Fang Qingming can look down on himself, but he still has to look up at Song Xiangran.

Fang Qingran was very aggrieved why he was born so many years later than Fang Qingming, he couldn't wait to grow up quickly.

Seeing that the corners of Fang Qingran's mouth drooped down suddenly, Song Xiangran hurriedly walked over and touched Fang Qingran's head, looked at Fang Qingran gently and said, "Qingran, it's not too early, you should go and rest quickly, we still have a lot of time tomorrow?"

"Well, I see, then, Sister Xiangran, good night. Fang Qingran nodded with a smile, then hugged Song Xiangran, ran upstairs and went back to the room to sleep.

looked at Fang Qingming next to him, and was jealous.

This Fang Qingran, who obviously knows everything, is deliberately making trouble, and at this time, he even uses his identity as a minor child to hug Song Xiangran, which is really too much.

The ghost made the gods send the earth, and a thought came to Fang Qingming's mind.

Just as Song Xiangran was about to go upstairs to wash, an arm stood in front of her.

Song Xiangran was stunned, and when he looked up, Fang Qingming was opening his arms to him, looking at him with an aggrieved and innocent expression.

The lights in the living room were not fully turned on, only a small light was turned on, and the lights were not on.

Therefore, half of Fang Qingming's face is backlit, and this light is just right, Fang Qingming's face is as beautiful as a sculpture, which makes Song Xiangran fascinated.

"You, you, what are you doing?" However, Song Xiangran is no longer a girl in her heart, but in the face of such beauty, she still has no way not to be moved.

Fang Qingming still looked at Song Xiangran innocently, tilted his head, and said, "Isn't it better to hug you when you say good night?"

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