Chapter 553

At night, song ran falls asleep, and Gu Jingxing sleeps next to her. She now relies on him as much as she saw him for the first time, making him have unlimited desire for protection.

We ran the rest of our lives, I will guard!

Song ran entered the dream, the dream of the third year of the summer, the picture will gradually clear up.

Not long after she came out of Wen Huihui's house, she met a gangster, who immediately dragged her into a small alley.

No one was around. Song Ran's scream broke through the sky, but the gangster became more excited and went directly to pull her skirt

With a bang, the gangster's face was beaten. Song ran fell on the ground, shaking all over.

It was a tall figure with his back to her, one punch after another on the gangster.

The light was dim. Song ran felt that the figure of her back made her feel safe.

The gangster ran away. The tall figure turned around and came to her. She was flustered. She didn't dare to lift her eyes. His long finger reached out to her: "OK, it's OK. Get up."

Song ran was pulled up by him, his legs were weak, and he was directly planted in his arms. His arms were very wide, and they met by chance. Song ran felt that this was an embrace worthy of her dependence.

She grabbed his skirt and trembled. The man was at a loss. After a while, he patted her on the back with a gentle voice: "it's OK. It's OK. Don't be afraid. The bad guys are running away..."

Yes, it was Gu Jingxing's voice. How could she not recognize it?

The first time we met, sitting in the red house western restaurant, the man was sitting opposite her. How could she not recognize it?

Patronizing and laughing? Have you been watching people make a fool of themselves?

Song ran, you are so bad, so bad.

As if it was instinct, she moved her body and stuck two points to his chest. She put her hand around his waist. Gu Jingxing had no other thoughts, but hugged her painfully.

I don't know whether he is awake or in a dream. Song ran calls his name softly: "Jingxing, Jingxing..."

"Well?"

In the quiet night, the voice is heavy but gentle.

The man in his arms had no voice. His fingers rubbed on his waist, and Gu Jingxing's kiss fell on her head: "sleep, sleep, have a good dream."

But feel, chest seems to be wet again, this wench begins to shed tears again?

Is it moving?

Why did she feel more sad than moved? He's always out of touch with her.

So he fell asleep. At daybreak, the man in his arms moved, and he woke up. His voice was a little hoarse: "Xiao ran, you can sleep for a while, and I'll make you breakfast."

Song ran struggled to sit up sleepily: "no sleep, I'll make breakfast for you."

My brother soldier, I'll take good care of you.

Gu Jingxing got up and straightened the quilt: "I'm going to steam steamed bread. It's very hard. You can't do it."

Song ran followed him out of the room: "what can't be done."

"You have to knead the dough. You really can't make it Well, will you help me to add water

Song ran nodded: "OK, I add water, you knead the dough."

At the square table, Gu Jingxing stood and song ran sat with a large enamel basin with flour in it.

Song ran took a water scoop in her hand, which was warm water. She sat there uneasily. She had never made pasta. She didn't know how to measure it. She completely obeyed Gu Jingxing's instructions.