798 Young master Song
As the car drove away from the art troupe, Mrs. Fu slowly said, ” song ran, you’ve known Weiwei for a long time, haven’t you? ”
Song ran’s eyelids twitched.’Miss Huihui, it seems like you can’t hold it in anymore.’ She said calmly, ” “Yeah, I know him.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Mrs. Fu asked, staring at her.
Song ran shrugged. we don’t have any personal relationship. If I tell you, it would seem like I’m trying to step on your daughter to curry favor with you. So, I didn’t say much.
don’t you have a personal relationship with him? ” Mrs. Fu continued.
Song ran replied calmly, ” although we went to school together and acted in a TV series together, we are obviously not on the same page. So, it’s just that we can’t get along. We don’t have any personal relationship.
“So, what do you think of her?”
Well, Yingluo’s words can’t be said carelessly. Trouble comes from the mouth. You can’t just spill the beans just because you want to show off.
The director was still in the director’s 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, ” song ran, you’re 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, you’re related to my godmother by blood. Why do you still need to learn my dirty tricks of sucking up to people? ” You don’t need to.”
Wen Huihui’s lips trembled as she brushed her hair. of course not. My mother is very nice to me. After all, I’m her biological daughter.
Song ran’s eyes seemed to say,’as long as you’re happy.’
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 Huihui’s eyes were stung by their reluctance to part at the door. She entered her room without a word.
Imposter, you don’t dare to vent your anger, you can only digest it on your own.