Chapter 845

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However, she had never seen her mother before, so now she was very frightened and at a loss.

As soon as she came to the TV station, the staff immediately took her backstage.

When Wen Shishi came to the backstage, he saw a dozen middle-aged women sitting side by side on the chairs, each of whom felt different to her.

Looking at the cheerful and unnatural expressions on some of the faces, Wen Shishi frowned slightly, with some doubts in his heart.

After all, if there is her mother in it, she must be very guilty after she hasn't seen her own daughter for more than 20 years.

Thinking of this, Wen Shishi's heart was very complicated, and he didn't know what to do.

But anyway, her heart was still looking forward to her own mother, because she only saw a few people's faces, not all of them.

The staff didn't know that Wen Shishi had seen her mother's picture. She motioned for her to stand in the same place, then went forward to the middle-aged women and said, "Miss Wen Shishi has come. You can tell her any way to prove your identity or anything impressive."

As soon as her voice fell, the women began to move.

Before Wen Shishi could react, they rushed to Wen Shishi and introduced themselves.

"Wen Shishi, I'm your mother. I finally found you!"

"Daughter, you don't know how I've come over all these years. Life is a mess. I'll have to depend on you for the rest of my life!"

"Daughter, I blame you for losing you. Don't blame my mother. After so many years, my mother's heart hurts too!"

More than a dozen people are scrambling to prove their identity. What's more, there are people who are tearful while talking.

However, when Wen Shishi looked at these people, he shook his head helplessly, and his eyes were disappointed.

After all, she has a picture of sun Xue in her hand. Besides, these people don't even know the truth. Some even say that they lost her when they were young.

These people know that she is married to the Jiang family and wants to earn some money.

Thinking of this, Wen sighed slightly, then gradually lowered his eyes, and whispered to the staff, "these are not."

With that, she put down all the gifts in her hand, then turned and went out, intending to leave.

However, when the women saw that Wen Shishi was about to leave, they ran excitedly and wanted to block her way.

Several of the women also quarreled over Wen's poems.

"What are you pushing me for? This is my daughter. What's your hurry?"

One of the women couldn't stand it, so she turned her head and criticized the woman with disdain.

One side of the woman was holding a breath in her heart. When she heard other people say this to her, she immediately lost her breath and retorted, "what do you say, shameless, she is my daughter, what evidence can you prove?"

With that, she also condescended to close her hair,

smiling at the woman.

Smell speech, a few other middle-aged women are not calm, once again the quarrel.

"What proof do you have?"

"I tell you, I remember clearly how I gave birth to her at the beginning!"

"Come on, tell me, what's her father's name, do you know?"

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It's said that there are three women in a play, and the scene of a dozen women getting together is chaotic for a time.

Everyone wants to prove that he is the mother of Wen Shishi.

However, Wen Shishi saw that they were arguing endlessly, but he shook his head helplessly, and then turned away without saying a word.

She really didn't want to stay in such an environment any more. After all, she really wanted to find her mother instead of coming here to listen to their nonsense.

After leaving the TV station, Wen felt that the air was fresh.

She took a deep breath and then decided to take a taxi to leave.

After all, she still has a lot of things to do, and her mother seems to be more and more mysterious. She really has no mind to deal with these unnecessary things.

"Girl, can you help me?"

However, just as she was about to walk to the intersection, a voice for help came from behind her.

Wen Shishi turned around in doubt, and then saw a middle-aged woman sitting on the side of the steps, a look of pain.

She immediately opened her eyes strangely, and then ran nervously to ask, "Auntie, what's the matter with you?"

After all, this middle-aged woman seems to have a lot of temperament. Her whole voice is even gentle. Even the voice of just asking for help is very gentle.So there must have been something that she couldn't bear to look like now, otherwise she would never sit on the ground like this, and her face was also a little ugly.

Seeing that Wen Shishi came over, the middle-aged woman immediately pointed to her feet, and then truthfully replied, "my feet were accidentally twisted just now, and now I can't walk."

Said, she ate the pain to touch own foot, then coldly poured to suck a cool air.

You can imagine what kind of pain she is suffering now.

Seeing this, Wen Shishi frowned instantly, and his face became gloomy, as if he were suffering from this kind of pain.

After all, she has been longing for maternal love since childhood, so she is very good to her elders.

Now to see such an elder so uncomfortable, her heart also moved up.

She Lengzheng for two seconds, and then immediately to the middle-aged woman to help up, said, "I take you to the hospital."

With that, she quickly went to the intersection to take a taxi, and then carefully helped the middle-aged woman up, and then she got on the car.

After coming to the hospital, the doctor immediately did the examination for the middle-aged woman.

After an examination, Wen Shishi anxiously went to ask, "doctor, how is she?"

After all, she sent her here, and now she only knows herself in the hospital, so Wen Shishi feels that she has the obligation to help her deal with these things.

Looking at her worried look, the doctor immediately explained, "well, the patient is now cracked. Besides taking medicine with us, the most important thing is to go home and have a rest."

With that, the doctor looked at the middle-aged woman's ankle with a worried face.

After all, it's hard for people her age to recover.