He Is Warmer Than Time

Song Ran squinted her eyes quickly, knowing that the people in front of her were unkind. For such people, she has always had no good expressions: "Who are you? Why come here to confirm my identity?"

Shen's mother is also used to being aloof, and snorted coldly, "You are not qualified to know who I am."

Hehe, this old lady was so arrogant, Song Ran turned around and left.

Shen's mother scolded: "The unruly girl, she turned around and left without finishing talking to her elders. She didn't have any tutors."

Song Ran turned his head to look at her: "You said I am not qualified to know who you are, then I think you are not qualified to talk to me, can you?"

Shen's mother became angry and said: "I don't know the height of the sky, you wait, naturally someone will come to clean you."

Song Ran turned around and left, no longer paying attention to the self-esteem old woman.

Shen's mother was so angry that she almost didn't come up. She followed Mrs. Tang for many years. Others did not look at the face of the monk to see the face of the Buddha. For decades, no one had dared to give her face so much, and her superiority was more and more cultivated.

At this moment, being so run by a yellow-haired girl who looks like only a teenager, how can he not get angry?

Mother Shen got in the car and returned to the old Tang house. Mrs. Tang continued to burn incense and pay homage to the Buddha in the small ancestral hall.

Shen's mother waited cautiously, until Mrs. Tang finished reading a set of sutras, she helped the old lady to stand up.

Mrs. Tang glanced at her: "Has that matter been resolved?"

Shen Ma whispered: "Old lady, I went to find Song Ran and found something extraordinary."

Mrs. Tang twisted the Buddha string with her fingers: "What's the matter?"

"That Song Ran is six or seven points similar to the vixen of twenty years ago, and those eyes are exactly the same."

Mrs. Tang used her hand hard, the rope of the Buddha string suddenly broke, and the Buddha beads rolled everywhere.

Shen's mother was frightened. This old lady of the Buddha string has been used for a long time and has never been broken. This is not a good sign.

Sure enough, the old lady suddenly became angry: "Sure enough, she is a broomstick. The woman is a broom star. You quickly pick up all my Buddhist beads. The woman is an ominous thing. When it comes to her, my Buddhist strings are broken. ."

Mother Shen hurriedly picked up all the Buddha beads that had rolled on the floor, and said with fear: "Old lady, I guess, Song Ran, it is very likely that the wild species of the fox spirit, this is also clear, Mr. Mayor. I’m not a person of heavy sex, so how can I care about a little girl? The husband must have discovered her identity."

Mrs. Tang was upset: "Xiao Yezhong still wants to come back to stir up the water. This is taking me as a dead person."

Shen Ma said anxiously: "But...Mr. Mayor seems to be very fond of that little Yezhong baby, Xiao Yezhong plays a movie, and he personally supports it, but it's heart-warming."

Mrs. Tang gritted her teeth and said, "Qingru is going to Kyoto soon. After he goes to Kyoto, he will do this small wild species."

Shen's mother said again: "Old lady, there are two small wild species, and that small wild species also has a sister, and that sister looks exactly like Yu Jin."

Mrs. Tang’s eyes were full of anger: "Yu Jin, the vixen, dare to do such a small action under my nose, and actually raise the two small wilds in Haicheng. They are going to continue to harm our Tang family. ."

"The house where Xiaoye grows is pretty good, and the big bungalows are well-dressed and look pretty good."

Mrs. Tang was even more annoyed: "It's not because of the beauty, the actor, who can't get on the table, so the vixen can't get on the table, and even the two small wild breeds born can't get on the table."