Chapter 750
He Is Warmer Than Time
750 Gently kissing the corner of her lips
âItâs getting cold, I canât even come back to my senses.â
Mrs. Fu reached out and held her hands, rubbing them gently. âYou little girl, the weather is so cold, why donât you wear more?â
Song ran chuckled. Iâm here for a press conference. There are reporters and theyâll take photos. There are so many actresses here too. I have to dress up and be more beautiful than the rest.
She was wearing a long, smoky-pink coat and looked extremely pretty. Mrs. Fu pinched her face. âItâs pretty enough.â
Godma, why are you here today? â song ran smiled cheekily.
Mrs. Fu took her hand and sat her down. Yuzhang went to the Western research Institute for an inspection. I was very tired at home, so I came out to take a walk.
âYou can totally sing along with your wife. Isnât Madam accompanying you?â
Mrs. Fu glanced at her. I donât like those social events. Itâs really annoying to see people wearing thick masks, staring at you and smiling, and to listen to the same compliments.
Song ran was in awe of Mrs. Fuâs character. She liked it very much.
then, if you donât follow him, heâll definitely rush back, â she said jokingly. after all, one day without seeing him is like three years.
Mrs. Fu pinched her cheek. âYouâre so audacious, you actually dare to make a joke of me.â
The Secretary who was driving felt relieved. For more than ten years, Madam had been depressed all day long. She had never joked like this before. Song ran was really her Savior.
Song ran knew that Mrs. Fu was pretending to be angry, so she avoided her jokingly. âGodmother, you canât bully the weak. You canât rely on the director to support me like this.â
Mrs. Fu was very happy to be coaxed by her. She thought to herself, how great would it be if her Weiwei could also chat and laugh with her like this?
The winter sun was shining brightly. The car drove slowly. Most of the leaves from the Chinese parasol trees had fallen and the roadside was piled with withered yellow leaves. The Golden sunlight shone into the car and song ran felt warm and fuzzy.
She glanced at Mrs. Fu cautiously, wanting to say something but stopping herself. Mrs. Fu naturally saw her sneaky look and raised her brows.âIf you have something to say, then say it. Donât hesitate.â
Song ran pursed her lips and mustered her courage to say, â godmother, I donât mean to rub salt into your wound. I just want to know where you lost your daughter.
It was quiet in the car for a long time. It was so quiet that song ranâs heart was in a mess. Was she being too abrupt?
Mrs. Fu tapped her slender fingers on her knee and let out a long sigh. Song ran and Mrs. Fu were both immersed in the sad past.
at that time, Yuzhang was still in the South, Hangzhou. He was the director of the hang City Research Institute. It was winter and the sun was pretty good, so I took Weiwei out to play. At that time, I was so well-protected by Yuzhang that I didnât know there were bad people in this world. I was never on guard against people and never had any jibes.
Mrs. Fuâs eyes reddened. Song ran felt that she was being too cruel by digging into other peopleâs wounds. She wanted to stop Mrs. Fu from talking in a low voice.
Mrs. Fu continued, âI was so happy when I saw the figurines on the street. I pulled Weiwei along and squeezed into the crowd. There were so many people and it was so lively. I, Yueyue, I should have held Weiweiâs hand. Now I know that not everyone in the world is good. I should have held her hand. I, Yueyue, really deserve to die!
Her tone was extremely sorrowful, and song ranâs heart ached for her.