Song Ran obediently fell on his back, on a snowy night, Gu Jingxingshen walked forward with one shallow foot, Song Ran lay on him, listening to the fluttering snowflakes falling on the bare branches, and he was extremely relieved.

Sending her to the door, Gu Jingxing hurried to catch the last train back to the army, Song Ran was so distressed that she turned around and entered the house, Song Xuan hurriedly greeted her and grabbed her hand: "How did you do in the exam?" I knew that Camp Commander Gu would definitely go to the school gate to guard you, so I didn't go, how about it, is your sister particularly understanding?"

Song Ran hugged her: "Don't worry, sister, you did very well in the exam." ”

Song Xuan was worried: "Is there such a royal wife as you who sells melons and boasts?"

Song Ran spread his hands: "Didn't you ask me how I did in the exam? ”

Song Xuan shook her head: "You girl." ”

"Really, really, I did well, don't worry. ”

Song Xuan's heart was relieved at this time, Song Guoqing rushed back from outside, and asked a few words about Song Ran's college entrance examination, but Song Ran only said that he did okay in the exam.

Song Guoqing nodded: "Well, when the time comes to fill in the volunteers, I will reclaim the city of Normal University, you know? It is close to home, and it will be easy to come out to be a teacher when the time comes, and my father will be relieved." ”

Song Ran promised him on his face: "I know Dad." ”

Anyway, I have money in my own hands, and at the end of the year, according to her sister, Yang Haitao's office is doing well, and the account looks very good, and she should still be able to get a lot of dividends.

If we fall out with her father at that time, then we will have the confidence to spend our own money to go to the university we want to go to.

So, only with money can you have a hard waist, this is the last word.

After eating, the two sisters were about to go upstairs, the phone in the living room rang, Song Xuan hurriedly went to answer the phone, and Yang Haitao's voice came from the other end of the phone: "Song Xuan...... Song Xuan......"

When Song Xuan heard his voice, he felt that something was wrong: "Have you drunk?"

Yang Haitao muttered in a low voice: "Drink a little, a little." ”

Song Xuan shook his head, this person has really become a wine barrel for this office to socialize all day long.

Her voice was perfunctory: "Where are you, have you come home?"

After all, it's my own boss, so I'm more or less symbolically concerned.

Yang Haitao sniffed: "I'm in the office, I still have something to do...... Deal with it. ”

My tongue is knotted, it seems that I am not lightly drunk, and I am still dealing with work, and I guess I will stumble when I walk.

"Okay, okay, let's go home quickly, it's snowing heavily outside, it's cold, hurry up and go home and sleep." ”

On the other end was the voice of Thanksgiving: "You care about me, you care about me, Song Xuan......"

Song Xuan's eyes darkened: "I won't tell you, I'll hang up the phone." ”

Yang Haitao could only hear a beep, he was so drunk that his hand loosened and the phone fell to the ground.

He staggered up to the second floor, fell on the bed, and fell asleep without the quilt.

It was cold, he didn't take off his clothes, he didn't cover the quilt, he just slept like this for one night, but he could freeze out something.

Song Ran went upstairs with her sister and said cautiously, "Yang Haitao?"

Song Xuan glanced at her: "What about it?"

"He's drunk, he's still in the office, do you want to go see him?"

Song Xuan pushed her head: "Am I your sister or is he your brother? On a snowy day, you told me to see him? Crazy, are you? Hurry up and wash the quilt." ”