He Is Warmer Than Time

Because Song Ran is now the Queen of the Hundred Flowers Award, his words and deeds have attracted much attention.

But Song Ran didn't take it seriously. After all, she was planning to quit the entertainment circle, and these floating names were already regarded as foreign objects to her.

So she went to the bungalow area of ​​Huangpu River with Song Xuan.

That area of ​​bungalows, surrounded by mountains and rivers, is the highest-end wealthy area in Haicheng. The wealthy area here is not like the mansions of high-ranking officials and dignitaries. They are all ordinary wealthy businessmen.

Therefore, this mouth is not so tight, so it is better to talk about gossip or something in private.

Song Ran and Song Xuan were sitting in the car, passing by this wealthy area, and many people had seen Song Ran.

Now that Song Ran is very famous, many people naturally recognized her. Therefore, when the rumor that she had an affair with the mayor came out, many people immediately chose to believe it.

Because the ‘informer’ stamped and confirmed that Song Ran ‘frequently’ went in and out of the mayor’s bungalow on the banks of the Huangpu River.

Well, I have been there once, and it has become a frequent visitor. The ability of the masses to add oil and jealousy has always been able to destroy all the truth.

The car stopped in front of Tang Qingru's bungalow. Song Ran raised his eyes and saw Tang Qingru standing under the porch at the door of the bungalow, as if he had been waiting there for a long time.

She sighed in her heart. She is always easily moved by some small details, and there is always no way to grasp the faults of others and never let others go.

Tang Qingru's actions didn't move her heart. It was impossible.

When she and her sister got out of the car, they saw Tang Qingru hurriedly greet them. With expectation and frequent footsteps on his face, Song Ran seemed to see the words fatherly love.

She shook her head and returned to her expressionless expression.

Tang Qingru opened the small iron gate and greeted him with a smile on his face. Sure enough, his eldest daughter was soft-hearted and easily let go of prejudices. He brought his little daughter here as well. He thought...

Tang Qingru had a pleasing smile on his face. When such a smile appeared on the face of a big figure like him, the servants in the house would feel that it was against him, but Song Ran felt that there was a cautiousness in his eyes, as if he was trying to test their sisters. Bottom line, for fear that they turned their heads and left when they were upset.

Song Xuan held a box of things and handed it over: "Sir, these are some cakes made by my mother Wu."

Tang Qingru quickly took over: "Thank you, thank you."

The group of people walked into the house. The dinner table was already set up. It was a small square table, so that when the three people sat around the table, they wouldn't be too far away.

Tang Qingru was very cautious. People who came in the storm and saw the two little girls still didn't know what to say.

I'm afraid that talking about it will make them disgusted before, but not to mention that he feels regretful.

He is like a salesman selling precious treasures to others, turning around and picking up a few photo frames on the side table, giving Song Xuan and Song Ran one.

Song Ran saw a little girl sitting on Tang Qingru's lap.

In this way, it became clear that it was her and her sister, and her mother left a lot of photos of them when they were three or two years old. They are the same, exactly the same.

At that time, Tang Qingru was young and handsome, high-spirited, and his smile was warm and kind. The look in his fatherly eyes was not like a show.

He really remembered his two daughters.

Song Ran gently stroked the person in the photo with his fingers, and looked up at Tang Qingru: "At this time, can she speak?"