He Is Warmer Than Time

Gu Jingxing specifically explained to the sentry at the door. Song Ran is here and you can go in directly. The sentry saw her, but only saluted her.

But Song Ran had a high level of consciousness, thinking that he could not break discipline for her battalion commander, so he asked the sentry in a regular manner: "Can I go in?"

The sentry looked straight ahead, his pen was like loose: "Please come in."

Song Ran smiled and dragged the big watermelon into it.

At the door of Gu Jingxing's dormitory, Song Ran saw the concealed door from a distance, and the corners of her eyebrows were suddenly stained with a smile. She thought he was busy, and she thought she would have to wait for a while.

It seems that it came by coincidence.

She tiptoed to the door and slowly opened the door. When she saw the woman sitting in the hall, the smile on her face faded away little by little.

Wen Huihui swallowed her saliva in a panic, and her hands shook unconsciously.

She had calculated the time. Song Ran rarely came to Gu Jingxing's troops. Even if she did, it would definitely be when Gu Jingxing had a rest on Sunday.

Now, on Friday, why did she show up unexpectedly?

Song Ran suddenly released the handle of the drag basket, and walked to Wen Huihui like Yan Luo step by step.

Wen Huihui hung her wet clothes in the air. She stared at Song Ran who was condescending in fear and staring at her.

The meat on her cheeks trembled constantly, and she barely squeezed out a smile that was uglier than crying, and asked: "Xiao Ran, you... why are you here?"

"Ah……"

However, Song Ran smirked with contempt and disgust. This smile made Wen Huihui hate and scared. Such a look seemed to be Ling Chi's, she was put on the oil pan to make her suffer.

Song Ran's tongue touched the inner wall of her mouth lightly, and she laughed in disbelief...

With a loud bang, she smashed the handbag in her hand, and Wen Huihui shrank in fright.

Condescendingly, Song Ran reached out and grabbed Wen Huihui's chin, staring at her sullenly, staring at her eyes: "What do I say... I said Wen Huihui, you always ask me if I have **** with you recently. Yes, did you do something wrong, did you make me unhappy, it turns out that you **** really hooked up with me behind my back!"

Wen Huihui was so frightened that she didn't dare to say a word, her mind quickly organized vocabulary that could be confused.

"Xiao Ran...Xiao Ran, you misunderstood me, listen to me, listen to me."

Song Ran clasped her chin, gritted her teeth and said, "Listen to what you said? Is the clothes in your hand made by Jingxing?"

Wen Huihui's eyes kept flickering, but she didn't dare to speak.

"I'm asking you, I'm asking your mother, Wen Huihui, answer me!"

Wen Huihui's lips trembled in fright, and she shook her throat and replied, "...It's...It's Commander Gu."

Song Ran grabbed the clothes in her hand and threw it directly on her face: "What are you? When is it your turn to wash him? Don't you know he is my object? You don't know you Friends, do you need to avoid suspicion? Wen Huihui... Let me ask you, when did you miss my person?"

Wen Huihui stretched out the clothes she had thrown on her face and forced herself to remain calm: "Xiao Ran, you really misunderstood this matter."

"You fart!"

Song Ran kicked over the plastic basin in front of her, the basin flopped up, and all fell on Wen Huihui. She was soaked all over.