Chapter 691
He Is Warmer Than Time
691 Has the etiquette of seniority been eaten by dogs?
Song ran turned around and saw a middle-aged man in a Chinese tunic suit standing next to Mrs. Fu. She recognized this man. He was the one who personally gave her the award during the earthquake award ceremony.
President Fu of the Research Institute.
So Mrs. Fu had gone to the Research Institute to call the director Home. All she had to do was give him a call, and she had even specially gone over.
Song ran chuckled. Mrs. Fu, I thought you went in this direction. I was just about to go look for you.
Mrs. Fu walked over, took her hand, and smiled at her. âDonât tell me you regret it?â
Aiya, Madam, youâre really observant and your heart is as clear as a mirror.
Song ran forced a smile. why would I regret it? there are so many people who want to build a relationship with you.
Mrs. Fu tightened her grip on her hand. you were just calling me Godma. Why are you calling me Madam now? â
Song ranâs heart was pounding. She shouted with a dry throat, â âGodmother.â
Mrs. Fu pulled her in front of the head of the hospital and looked up at him. âYuzhang, look at my new daughter.â
The head director looked stern and serious. Song ran felt her legs go weak. A person like the head director would not be able to see through her intentions right away, would he?
Fortunately, the head of the hospital seemed to love his wife very much. He only said kindly, well, if you like it, then keep it. Song ran, you can keep it.
Song ranâs heart skipped a beat when she was called. The head of the hospital was so busy every day, yet he still remembered her name. What did she do to deserve this?
âWhat instructions do you have, inspector?â
Mrs. Fu lowered her head and smiled, her love and affection overflowing in her words.
Seeing his wifeâs smile, the directorâs expression softened. I donât have any instructions. Letâs talk inside.
âYes, inspector.â
The Superintendent and his wife held hands as they walked in. Song ran followed behind them, followed by the Secretary. Song ran mumbled softly, â âThe Superintendent and his godmother have such a good relationship.â
She could call him godmother, but it seemed a little difficult to call him Godfather.
âYes, the chief and his wife have always been deeply in love,â the Secretary said softly.
In the main room, the director lowered his head and whispered something to his wife. Mrs. Fu walked over and said, â Iâll go to the kitchen to take a look. You guys can chat first.
Song ranâs heart was beating like a drum.âPlease donât leave. I canât handle it if you leave me alone with the head director.â
Song ran watched as Mrs. Fu walked away from her eyes. She felt as if there was a dagger on her back and did not dare to turn around.
song ran stammered, â the head of the hospital said calmly. Song ran quivered and quickly turned her head.âInspector, what can I do for you?â
Well, he seemed to be a little fawning.
âDo you have a motive for getting close to my wife?â the head of the hospital cast her a glance.
Aiyo! song ranâs legs went soft and she fell into the chair at the side. She looked at the head of the orphanage guiltily and the smile on her face was extremely awkward. However, she could not say a word.
The head director picked up his teacup and took a sip. He said expressionlessly,âWhat are you feeling guilty about? As expected, he approached my wife with an ulterior motive?â
With his fiery eyes, he was indeed a person who had seen great storms and great waves of mutual deception.
Song ranâs voice was hoarse, and her chest felt stuffy. Her mind was in an intense struggle.
To say, or not to say?
The head Dean had a profound look on his face, as if he could see through everything, but also as if he was deliberately trying to trick her.
Song ran made up her mind.âForget it. Iâll probably die a terrible death if I play any tricks in front of the head of the hospital. Iâll be lenient if Qianqian confesses, but Iâll be strict if she resists.â
âDeputy Dean han of the Northwest Research Institute. Do you know him?â she asked with a smile.