Chapter 798
He Is Warmer Than Time
798 Young master Song
As the car drove away from the art troupe, Mrs. Fu slowly said, â song ran, youâve known Weiwei for a long time, havenât you? â
Song ranâs eyelids twitched.âMiss Huihui, it seems like you canât hold it in anymore.â She said calmly, â âYeah, I know him.â
âWhy didnât you tell me?â Mrs. Fu asked, staring at her.
Song ran shrugged. we donât have any personal relationship. If I tell you, it would seem like Iâm trying to step on your daughter to curry favor with you. So, I didnât say much.
donât you have a personal relationship with him? â Mrs. Fu continued.
Song ran replied calmly, â although we went to school together and acted in a TV series together, we are obviously not on the same page. So, itâs just that we canât get along. We donât have any personal relationship.
âSo, what do you think of her?â
Well, Yingluoâs words canât be said carelessly. Trouble comes from the mouth. You canât just spill the beans just because you want to show off.
Song ran replied cautiously, â I donât know much, but itâs still good. Iâm serious in my studies and Iâm dedicated to my work. Thatâs all I know. I canât say anything more.
It was Mrs. Fuâs first time having a daughter, so she naturally couldnât say bad things about her. Being with a King was like being with a Tiger, and she naturally understood these principles.
Mrs. Fu smiled and didnât say anything else.
The difference between them was obvious. Mrs. Fu even thought that if song ran was her biological daughter, everything would be perfect.
Her biological daughter was not as beautiful and smart as song ran. She was not even as open and honest as her. She was not as upright as her. How did her daughter become like this when she was such an outstanding person?
Perhaps it was because she had been wandering outside for a long time. It seemed that she would have to put more effort into teaching her daughter in the future.
Mrs. Fu held her hand and said in a gentle voice, â âCome to my house for dinner tonight.â
âAlright, godmother.â
When Wen Huihui saw song ran appearing at âher houseâ again, her heart was twisted to the extreme.
She had just said that song ran was the main culprit who caused her to be unable to go to the drama series. Now, her âbiological motherâ had brought her back. It was like a slap to her face.
The director was still in the directorâs office, and Mrs. Fu had gone to the kitchen to watch Auntie Rong cook, leaving the two of them alone in the dining room.
Song ran smiled and looked at Wen Huihui. Wen Huihui glanced at her and said, â song ran, youâre really good at pleasing people. Teach me how to curry favor with my mother and make her take care of you so well.
Song ran rested her chin on her hand and smiled. Weiwei, youâre related to my godmother by blood. Why do you still need to learn my dirty tricks of sucking up to people? â You donât need to.â
Wen Huihuiâs lips trembled as she brushed her hair. of course not. My mother is very nice to me. After all, Iâm her biological daughter.
Song ranâs eyes seemed to say,âas long as youâre happy.â
It was a battle without smoke and fire. Wen Huihui gave it her all while song ran used 30% of her power, but she still seemed to be at ease.
How could Wen Huihui not be flustered?
Mrs. Fu was quite fair. She had taken care of both of them during the dinner. However, Wen Huihui felt that it was unfair. She felt that it was unfair, but she did not dare to say it out loud. After all, she knew that she was a fake. How could she be so demanding?
After the meal, Mrs. Fu asked her Secretary to send song ran home. Wen Huihuiâs eyes were stung by their reluctance to part at the door. She entered her room without a word.
Imposter, you donât dare to vent your anger, you can only digest it on your own.