When she got out of the art troupe, she saw Mrs. Fu's car outside. She got on the car and said with a smile: "godmother, are you convinced by my performance? So come and see me again. "

Mrs. Fu pinched her face: "less narcissism, eh?"

As the car drove away from the literary and technological troupe, Mrs. Fu said slowly, "Song ran, you have known Wei Wei for a long time, haven't you?"

Song Ran's eyelids were lifted. Miss Huihui, it seems that you can't help it. She looked calm and said, "yes, I know you."

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

Song ran shrugged: "we don't have any personal friends. It seems that I want to step on your daughter to flatter you, so I didn't say anything more."

"Don't you have a personal friend?" Mrs. Fu continued

Song ran said calmly: "although we have read books together and made TV dramas together, obviously, we are not on the same path. Therefore, we are not on the same track. We really have no personal friends."

"What do you think of her, then?"

Well You can't say this nonsense. It's a disaster that comes out of your mouth. You can't pour everything out for the sake of your words.

Song ran cautiously said: "I don't know much, but it's still very good. I study hard and work hard. I know so much, and I can't say any more."

When Mrs. Fu got her daughter for the first time, she could not speak ill of her daughter. If she accompanied her husband like a tiger, she naturally understood these principles.

Mrs. Fu laughed and said nothing more.

Mrs. Fu even thought to herself how perfect it would be if song ran was her own daughter.

Her own daughter is not as beautiful as song ran, not as smart as song ran, not even as open and aboveboard as song ran. How can her daughter become such an excellent person.

Also thought, perhaps because she has been wandering outside, it seems that she will still use more mind to teach her daughter.

Mrs. Fu took her hand and said softly, "I'll go to my house for dinner tonight."

"OK, godmother."

When Wen Huihui saw song ran appear in her home again, her heart was twisted to the extreme.

She just said that song ran was the main culprit who made her unable to play on the sea. Her "mother" brought this man back. It was like hitting her in the face.

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

Song ran looked at her with a smile, and Wen Huihui gave her a surreal glance: "Song ran, you are really good at being nice. Teach me how to flatter my mother and let her take care of you so much."

Song ran held her cheek and said with a smile, "Weiwei, you are closely related to my godmother. How can you still learn from my humble flattering methods? You don't need it. "

Wen Huihui shook her mouth and plucked her hair: "of course, it's unnecessary. My mother is very kind to me. After all, I'm my own daughter."

Song ran wrote in her eyes that you are happy.

This is a war without gunpowder. Wen Huihui does her best. Song ran With three success forces, they still seem to be at ease.

How can Wen Huihui not be so eager?

Mrs. Fu is quite fair. Both of them have taken care of the dinner, but Wen Huihui feels that it is not balanced. She feels unbalanced, but she dare not say it. After all, she knows that she is a fake. How dare she be so demanding?