He Is Warmer Than Time

The north wind roared all night, the heavy snow didn't stop, and when you opened your eyes, it was a world wrapped in silver. Song Xuan got up early, and walked out without eating breakfast and putting on the down jacket.

In the yard, Mother Wu was sweeping snow, the trails had been cleaned, and ice ridges hung on the bare branches, and sparrows were chattering occasionally.

As soon as the door opened, a chill rushed towards her face, and Song Xuan tightened the scarf around her neck and walked out.

Mother Wu shouted: "Xiaoxuan, you haven't eaten breakfast yet, where are you going?"

Song Xuan shrank and said, "Go to the company."

Mother Wu is puzzled: "It's still early, don't you go to work at eight o'clock?"

Song Xuan pressed her hat down, and said, "Well, there is something wrong, go there earlier."

Regardless of Wu's mumbling behind, she ran out in a hurry.

When she came to the Jing'an Road office, the surroundings were still quiet. She took out the key and opened the door. She walked up the old wooden stairs to the second floor. Yang Haitao often stayed and worked here all night, so she reserved a small one. Room, he stayed up too late, so he will stay here for one night.

In a very small room, she gently pushed the door and saw Yang Haitao wearing a coat lying on the narrow bed.

Song Xuan frowned unconsciously, he just slept like this all night? It's freezing cold, and there is no heating equipment. After sleeping like this for a night, didn't you freeze to death?

She walked over, leaned over, stretched out her hand and gently pushed him: "Yang Haitao, Yang Haitao..."

There was an abnormal red on Yang Haitao's cheeks. When she was pushed, he coughed out. His throat was so dull that he opened his eyes with difficulty. The eyelids were folded into three layers, and the eyes were covered with red blood...

"Song Xuan?"

"Have you slept like this all night?"

Yang Haitao sat up hard, coughing violently, and looked dumbfounded: "Ah? I...I don't even remember."

Song Xuan frowned together: "I think you have a cold. Go home and rest."

Yang Haitao waved his hand: "I'm fine."

Speaking of getting up and going downstairs, he looked around when he got downstairs. Song Xuan followed him: "What are you looking for?"

"The thermos, I want to drink some hot water."

Song Xuan shook her head: "Come out with me and have some breakfast."

In a small porridge shop in a small alley on Jing'an Road, Song Xuan and Yang Haitao sat opposite each other. Yang Haitao suppressed the urge to cough, and his face became red. Song Xuan ordered him a bowl of yam porridge and pushed it to his hand. : "Hurry up and drink a little."

Yang Haitao laughed while eating, occasionally turning his head to the side and coughing twice, his heart was warmed by the porridge.

Song Xuan is caring about him, right?

Must be concerned about him.

Hehe...

The body didn't feel cold anymore, his head didn't feel dizzy, and his nose didn't stop. He found that Song Xuan was really a cure for all diseases, a good medicine.

After eating the porridge, the two returned to the office. Song Xuan urged Yang Haitao to go home and rest, but Yang Haitao waved his hands again and again: "It's the end of the year. There are a lot of company affairs, I can stick to it."

Yang Haitao's persistence lasted until five o'clock in the afternoon, and the sky was dark. He only felt top-heavy, as if he could faint to death at any time.

When it's time to get off work, Song Xuan greeted the teller's eldest sister: "Sister Lan, I'm off work first, so you can go home early."

Because it was the weekend, she made an appointment with Zhao Mingyi to go to the drama, Zhao Mingyi should have been waiting outside.

When she walked out of the office building, she saw Zhao Mingyi, who was wearing a long navy blue coat and black scarf, standing in the snow waiting for her.

She was about to walk over, and sister Lan's voice sounded behind her: "Ah, Haitao, your forehead is hot..."