Chapter 687

Mrs. song is competing with a group of people. Who can imagine that the mother in charge of the Song family would be so grounded

The reason is that she sent a microblog, with the picture taken by Chi Wan last time, and then attached such a sentence.

[I'm going to give birth to monkey Ji to the goddess of the evening: Q, what's your reaction when your favorite actor turns out to be your daughter? (snickering)]

however, there was a laugh in the comment area, and no one took her words seriously.

If you look at her microblog name, you can see that her deep love for tardiness is definitely due to her brain tonifying and suffering from conjecture.

So Mrs. song was angry, forwarded a scolding comment, and began to fight back!

I'm going to give birth to monkey Ji to the goddess of the evening: if she's not my daughter, where can I get her personal photos! 】

people don't buy it at all.

[there are many people who can take private photos late or late, such as staff members and visiting fans. What's so strange about that? 】

such comments came back one after another.

Mrs. song one by one to find a person theory, typing speed that called a fast!

Coupled with the indignation of the tone, see the late late corners of the mouth are almost cramped.

"Ma!"

"Ah

Mrs. song was startled. Looking back, she saw that it was her. Reflexively, she pulled off her laptop and laughed bitterly, "here comes the baby..."

I didn't expect your microblog name to be so It's passionate. "

Now that she was found, Mrs. song did not hide it. She blushed like a little girl.

"Who makes my daughter so attractive? I'm so optimistic about you before I met her. It must be the legendary mother daughter telepathy!"

Chi Wan reluctantly embraces his arms and looks like "yes, everything you say is right.".

She chatted with Mrs. song for a while, and saw that she was always smiling, as if she didn't know that song Ruya had died.

Chi Wan suddenly thought of something and asked curiously, "Mom, brother and dad are very similar, and Xiaoyan's eyebrows and eyes are a bit like you. Why don't I look like you at all?"

Mrs. song smiles. Then she gets up and walks to the cupboard. She turns out a picture and hands it to her.

"You see." Chi Wan picked it up, only took a look, and was stunned.

The young man in the photo has the face of a boy and a girl, but because of his cold and solemn expression, he has an indistinguishable temperament.

That face, and late unexpectedly have five or six similar.

"It's very similar, isn't it?" Mrs. song smiles, "this is your little uncle, but he..."

After a pause, she said, "the last time I saw him, I was only a teenager. My memory has been blurred for a long time. Two days ago, your grandfather asked me for a picture of you. He was very happy when he saw it. I only remembered it when he mentioned it."

It suddenly dawned on Chi Wan that there are many examples of nephews like uncles. It seems that she is too.

She wanted to see the little uncle, but she found that Mrs. song seemed to be a little lost, so she began to talk about other topics.

She reminded, "Mom, you have to keep a low profile. Don't publicize my identity."

Entertainment, the water is too deep.

Mrs. song had some regrets, but she also understood the meaning of tardiness. She acknowledged her fate and said, "OK..."

In fact, she was very glad that her daughter followed Chi Ling's kind of wicked woman, not only did she not have a long slant, but she was so clever and low-key.