He Is Warmer Than Time

After saying these words, Wen Huihui was a little nervous and glanced at Mrs. Fu, only to find that Mrs. Fu had no expression, or that she could not understand the emotions on Mrs. Fu's face.

Mrs. Fu is so powerful that she is completely disdainful of talking other people behind her back, and doesn't like people who tell her to tell the truth.

If it wasn't her biological daughter, she would even look down on this girl a bit.

Her opinion of a person depends only on herself, and she naturally has a scale in her heart.

She reluctantly smiled: "Song Ran is not such a person."

Wen Huihui's heart was as if she had been stabbed by a knife. She was dumbfounded and couldn't believe it. My mother actually believed in Song Ran even more? She wanted to argue something more, so Mrs. Fu patted her on the shoulder: "It's getting late, let's go back to the room and rest."

After speaking, he turned and left.

Wen Huihui clasped her hand on the door frame and gave Mrs. Fu bitterly. What kind of mother is this? It's better to your goddaughter than to your own daughter.

The first attack was unsuccessful, and Wen Huihui had to die. She still didn't believe it. Is it true that her own body can't be compared with an outsider?

She didn't believe it, she was the daughter of a commander, and she couldn't kill Song Ran.

The next day, Song Ran still played Fan Lihua in the Art Troupe. Because her TV dramas are so popular, the stage plays she plays now are rising, and the tickets are hard to find. Shao Tuan is a businessman, and it is natural to see her success.

And Jiang Feng was basically completely marginalized, almost to the point where it was difficult to survive in the art troupe.

There was Song Ran pressing down on it, yeah, it was really sad. After one year in, she replaced her with the momentum of thunder, so she hates these newcomers.

There was Mu Mian chasing after her with all her strength, as well as the other big and small stars of the art troupe, who almost forced her into nowhere.

Being forced into helplessness, Jiang Feng was about to leave the municipal cultural and artistic troupe. She recognized it, and she clearly realized that if she continued to consume it like this, not only would she not be able to defeat Song Ran, but she would also procrastinate herself.

If you can't fight, let's go.

Song Ran didn't neglect his stage skills because of his popularity. After a performance, it was still full of thunder.

Director Li hurried over and whispered: "Busy people, now I am finally free."

Song Ran smiled and said, "Sorry, Director Li, I was really absent-minded some time ago. Even if I got on the TV station, it was a shame to our art troupe."

Director Li glared at her: "In this way, our art troupe is going to report a program of the Spring Festival Gala, and it is planned that you will be on it."

Song Ran was taken aback: "Ah? Let me play such a heavyweight performance on the Spring Festival Gala, I... Am I senior enough? Where are Qing and Ke?"

Director Li said, "The opera was ordered for us in the stage over there, and a sister Lin fell from the sky. I want to go, you are the most suitable."

Song Ran tucked her hair: "Let me act as Sister Lin?"

"You play Jia Baoyu and Mu Mian play sister Lin."

Song Ran broke his face: "Ah? Director Li, I'm such a magnificent beauty. You always let me act as a man. What's the matter?"

Director Li gave her a white look: "Shameless."

Song Ran Lise: "Am I wrong? Am I not a beautiful beauty?"

Director Li nodded: "Well, you are you, this is the last time you play a man. The Spring Festival Gala has a large audience, Song Ran, now you are going to be popular all over the country."

Now Song Ran feels that he is still one award short, so he can wash his hands in a golden basin and retreat.