Chapter 808
He Is Warmer Than Time
808 Goddaughter is better than biological daughter
âI have nothing to say to you,â Zhou Wan said coldly without turning her head.
Mrs. Fu held her hand tightly. youâre Weiwei. Youâre my Weiwei.
Zhou Wan sneered. Mrs. Fu really loves acknowledging daughters. Sheâs already acknowledged a goddaughter and a biological daughter. Do you still want to acknowledge another one? â Iâm not your Wei Wei, my name is Zhou Wan. Youâre so high and mighty, Iâm not fit to be your daughter.â
After he finished speaking, he shook her off and ran off in a hurry.
Two streams of tears fell from Mrs. Fuâs eyes. Song ran thought that perhaps Mrs. Fu had really hurt her before. This young lady had a strong moral integrity. Song ran was starting to admire her.
Mrs. Fu couldnât stop trembling. She reached out her hand and said in a low voice, â âSong ran, song ran ran ran ran ranâ
Song ran quickly got up from the ground and helped Mrs. Fu up. âYes, godmother, Iâm here. Iâm here.â
Mrs. Fuâs tears kept flowing. sheâs my Weiwei. What kind of mother am I? I canât believe that Qianqian canât even recognize her daughter.
Song ran quickly explained, â itâs not your fault. Someone is evil and used the information they obtained to deceive you. You missed your daughter so much that someone took advantage of you.
Mrs. Fu couldnât even take a single step. Song ran quickly helped her to the rest area and sat down slowly. Mrs. Fu was crying her heart out.âThat child, he looks so much like me and Yuzhang. Why didnât I notice? âSong ran, Iâm too snobbish. Iâve always looked down on a little helper. Iâm so sorry. I deserve to die.â
Song ran quickly patted her on the back. no, no, godmother. Itâs not too late. Itâs not too late. I just saw that she looked a little like you, so I brought you here to take a look.
Mrs. Fu was extremely remorseful as she grabbed her hand tightly. âThank you, thank you.â
How dare you pretend to be my daughter?
In the evening, song ran and Mrs. Fu returned to the station chiefâs house. Song ran whispered at the door, â godmother, you go in first. Iâll come over in a while.
She wanted to make a trip to the old superintendentâs house to see if anyone could convince Zhou Wan.
yes, â Mrs. Fu replied absent-mindedly. I understand.
Wen Huihui walked over to greet her the moment she entered the house. She did not notice the coldness in Mrs. Fuâs eyes and continued to act coquettishly.âMother!â
Mrs. Fu felt nauseated when she heard her call her âmomâ. As expected, she wasnât her child. No wonder she didnât feel close to this girl no matter how she looked at her.
Her child should have a backbone. Although this sounded like a masochist, at the very least, the child should be filled with resentment when his mother lost him. On the other hand, Wen Huihui only knew how to curry favor with her mother. She was really muddleheaded.
âWhatâs the matter?â Mrs. Fu looked at her coldly.
What could have happened to Wen Huihui? Wasnât using her own âmotherâ to get what she wanted the whole time her purpose of acknowledging her as her own mother?
âMom, you should know that I love acting, right?â she asked carefully. Thereâs a very good script right now, and I want to fight for it, Yingluo.â
Mrs. Fu suddenly raised her hand and gave Wen Huihui a slap. Wen Huihui was dumbfounded. What kind of mother was this? she didnât get any benefits at all. She had finally mustered the courage to ask for a role, only to be slapped.
What the hell?
Mrs. Fu reached out and pinched her chin, saying coldly, â âWho gave you the guts, huh?â
Wen Huihuiâs face turned pale as she stared at the man with the highest authority in front of her in fear. âMom, I donât know what youâre talking about.â
Mrs. Fu narrowed her eyes at her. Do you think youâre worthy of calling me mom?â