He Is Warmer Than Time

"Jingxing...Jingxing...Don't scare me, you come up quickly."

There was crying in her voice. Gu Jingxing at the bottom of the lake heard it, and became more anxious. The child in his arms could not hold back and passed out. He vaguely saw the swaying lake and the slightly muddy shore.

With a bang, finally, Gu Jingxing got out of the water with the child in his hands, and Song Ran's heart finally let go.

She roared and was about to jump onto the shore. Gu Jingxing glanced at her and stopped her with a fright. "Xiao Ran, this is two meters wide. You can't jump over it. You can wait a minute."

Song Ran grabbed the pole of the boat, and watched Gu Jingxing drag the little boy ashore. The little boy was put on the ground by him. He stretched out his hand and pressed a few times on the boy's chest. The little boy spit out water, violently. Coughing.

The boy’s mother held Gu Jingxing’s hand with gratitude: "Thank you, thank you, thank you so much."

Gu Jingxing didn't speak, turned around and went into the water again, pulled the swan boat to the shore, and took Song Ran's hand to the shore.

Song Ran didn’t hit him with anger, stretched out his hand to beat his chest, and said angrily: "Who made you do it? Ah? Do you know how dangerous it is to blindly dive to save people? Do you know that I can see it every year? The news that I was drowned in the water to save people? Do you know how worried I am in these few minutes?

Gu Jingxing stretched out his hand and touched her head: "Isn't I okay? I have a sense of measure, don't worry."

"You have good legs!"

Song Ran cried out with anger.

The security officer not far away hurried over and saw the tearful Song Ran at a glance. She recognized the little girl. She pestered Director Li for a day here yesterday, just to save some money for her partner.

It seems that this object is indeed worthy of her doing it.

The mother on the side took her son away thankfully. Gu Jingxing answered them perfunctorily, coaxing the emotional Song Ran at a loss.

Song Ran grabbed his wet chest and cried too hard to herself: "Gu Jingxing, next time you dare to be so impulsive, if you dare to do so, I can't spare you!"

Many people around were watching, and Gu Jingxing cautiously coaxed her softly: "No, I will listen to your orders in the future, okay?"

Song Ran's eyes were red, Gu Jingxing stretched out her hand to wipe her tears, and whispered: "Why do you become a little crying bag? Why are you crying now?"

Song Ran's mouth was flat, and the mist in his eyes rose: "Because I like you, I am worried about you, so I am worried that you have any accidents. Gu Jingxing, don't you understand? Why don't you understand?"

Gu Jingxing was stunned. He recalled carefully, when did Song Ran have such a deep and heavy love for him?

He couldn't understand why Song Ran, who had been indifferent to him for three months, suddenly changed his temperament, and loved him so much that he could hardly love him?

He really didn't remember what he did during this period that made Song Ran moved to tears at every turn.

When she cried, he felt so distressed that he was at a loss, wanted to do anything for her at all costs, wanted to make her happy, wanted to make her laugh.

Song Ran cried so much that the pear blossoms rained, so that his heart was broken, and he didn't care about what he thought about. He wanted to hold her in his arms and coaxed softly, and found that he was wet all over, so he could only continue to touch Her head: "I know. I know you care about me and worry about me. In the future, my Gu Jingxing's life is also yours, Song Ran. I will cherish it and cherish it again. I won't cry, okay?"

Right, he obviously promised her so solemnly.