He Is Warmer Than Time

Now Jiang Feng has nothing to do with Song Ran. There is no competition in business. Song Ran is favored by Li Lan, and Shao Tuan no longer favors her. This little **** also hires a personal bodyguard, who can’t scold or beat her, otherwise. Just be beaten.

Jiang Feng was so angry that he jumped his feet, but there was nothing he could do.

Song Ran continued to warn: "Instead of finding fault with me all day, it's better to put your mind on the right way, otherwise..."

Bang, Jiang Feng left Song Ran's dressing room and slammed the door heavily. Song Ran hummed and shook his head.

She knew about Mu Mian. It was after her that Director Li recruited another student at school. However, they belonged to the Haicheng Drama Academy, which is not considered recruited. It is different from her in nature. It is a semi-contractual relationship and background. No, but the little girl is beautiful, and the play is also good.

It was recruited in May of this year, so, it was faster than Song Ran, and she played the heroine.

Can Jiang Feng be in a hurry?

Strictly speaking, Mu Mian’s plasticity is stronger than Song Ran’s, because Song Ran’s looks are radiant and too dazzling, so Director Li has to take pains to let her play a man in her first play. Neutralize her Yanli.

And Mu Mian, who is pure and beautiful, but looks low-key and non-aggressive. It is okay to play the poor little daughter-in-law, or the beauty of the country.

Fortunately, Song Ran is not such a jealous person. For Mu Mian, she is not defensive, but has another idea.

At that time, I will talk about this Mu Mian for a while.

After dinner in the evening, her sister was no longer in sight. Her sister now only treats this as a hotel and comes back to sleep at one point. She is next door the rest of the time. She feels relieved that she will not disturb the couple who are about to get married.

Mother Wu is still knitting sweaters on the sofa. Both of them are about to be knitted. She took the knitted sweaters and compared them to Song Ran: "Well, the temperature will cool down in two days, so I can just put them on for you."

Song Ran was also knitting sweaters, still clumsy, the needle surface was completely incomparable with Wu Ma, sparsely, and even finger-sized needle eyes.

She replied, "Well, I will also try to let my soldier's brother wear my sweater before the end of this winter."

Wu Ma glanced at her and asked tentatively, "Little Ran..."

"Ok……"

"The commander's wife, why does she recognize you as a daughter? Does she have no children?"

Song Ran finished weaving, changed his head, and continued to knit: "I have a child, but he was abducted when he was very young."

Mother Wu's fingertips trembled: "Did you kidnapped? When was it kidnapped? Is there a child in the house?"

"When I was about three years old, yes, just a daughter."

Mother Wu's eyes flashed, as if she was relieved: "Oh, that's... weird and poor."

Song Ran nodded: "Yes, I just saw her being pitiful, and she offered to let me be her goddaughter. How could I bear to refuse."

"Yes."

"The mother who lost her child is the poorest person in the world."

Mother Wu shook her head gently, and said in a low voice, "Not necessarily. Some people will take the initiative to abandon their children. Not all parents are qualified parents."

Song Ran looked up and glanced at Ma Wu: "Why do you say that? Has anyone abandoned his child?"

Mother Wu hurriedly smiled and said, "I watched a lot on TV. You see those ancient concubines and discarded daughters. Are there still a few? They are cruel mothers.

Song Ran smiled: "They are all acting on TV, they are all fake."