When she got out of the art troupe, she saw Mrs. Fu's car parked outside, she quickly got into the car, and said with a smile: "Godmother, are you impressed by my performance? ”

Mrs. Fu pinched her face: "Less narcissistic, huh?"

The car drove forward away from the art troupe, and Mrs. Fu slowly spoke: "Song Ran, you have known Weiwei for a long time, haven't you?"

Song Ran's eyelids lifted, Miss Huihui, it seems that you can't hold it back first, she said calmly: "Yes, I know." ”

Mrs. Fu stared at her and said, "Why didn't you tell me?"

Song Ran shrugged: "We don't have any personal relationship, but it seems that I want to step on your daughter and slap you, so I didn't say anything." ”

Mrs. Fu continued: "Isn't there a personal relationship?"

Song Ran said calmly: "Although we have studied together and filmed TV series together, obviously, we are not all the way, so we don't have more than half a sentence of speculation, and we really don't have a personal relationship." ”

"So, what do you think of her?"

Well...... You can't talk nonsense, trouble comes from your mouth, and you can't pour out everything for the sake of your tongue.

Song Ran said cautiously: "I don't know much, but it's still good, study hard, film and dedicated, I know so much, I can't say more." ”

Mrs. Fu has a daughter for the first time, so naturally she can't speak ill of other people's daughters, and she naturally understands these truths.

Mrs. Fu smiled and didn't say anything more.

Immediately, Mrs. Fu even thought selfishly that if Song Ran in front of her was her biological daughter, how perfect everything would be.

Her own daughter is not as beautiful as Song Ran, not as smart as Song Ran, not even as frank as Song Ran, not as bright and upright as Song Ran, how did her daughter become like this.

I thought again, maybe it's because I've been living outside, it seems that she will have to put more effort into teaching her daughter in the future.

Mrs. Fu took her hand and said softly, "Go to my house for dinner tonight." ”

"Alright, godmother. ”

When Wen Huihui saw Song Ran appearing in 'her house' again, her heart was twisted to the extreme.

She just said that Song Ran was the culprit who caused her to not be able to go to the sea opera, and her 'own mother' brought this person back, which was simply a slap in her face.

The commander was still in the headquarters, and Mrs. Fu went to the kitchen to watch Aunt Rong cook, and only the two of them were left in the dining room.

Song Ran looked at her with a smile, and Wen Huihui glanced at her suspiciously: "Song Ran, you really have a set of kung fu to please people, you teach me how to tie up with my mother and let her take such good care of you." ”

Song Ran pursed her cheeks and said with a smile: "Weiwei, you are related to my godmother, why do you still need to learn the methods of my unruly stammers? ”

The corners of Wen Huihui's mouth trembled, and she brushed her hair: "Naturally, there is no need, my mother is very good to me, after all, I am my own daughter." ”

Song Ran wrote in his eyes, it's good if you're happy.

This is a war without gunpowder, Wen Huihui tried her best, Song Ran...... With three successes, it still seems to be at ease.

How could Wen Huihui not be in a hurry to bare her face?

Mrs. Fu is quite fair, this dinner, both of them took care of it, but Wen Huihui felt unbalanced, she felt unbalanced, but she didn't dare to say it, after all, she knew that she was an impostor, where did she dare to ask so much?

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