He Is Warmer Than Time

Song Ran walked through the crowd, walked behind Cao Ma, and patted her on the shoulder. Cao Ma looked back and saw that she was her, and immediately greeted her enthusiastically: "Xiao Ran, I haven't seen you for a few days. The Spring Festival is good."

Song Ran greeted a few words and asked, "How is Cao's mother? Didn't you go home during the Chinese New Year?"

Cao's mother lives in the countryside of Haicheng. It was only the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, and she appeared here. Maybe she didn't go home for the New Year.

When it comes to this, Cao's mother seems to have inexplicable grievances, and she whispers: "That's not Mengfang's body is not very good, can't do without people, then I can stay and take care of her."

Song Ran smiled perfunctorily: "So now is my dad paying you or Shen Mengfang?"

Cao Ma sighed: "After that, your dad doesn't care about her, and she doesn't have much money in her hands, but I think I'm also her relative. If I don't care about her at this time, people will be cheated. "

Cao's mother had long been unable to restrain her urge to leave. Shen Mengfang is now giving less money, and she can't buy anything from the grocery store. She also has children and daughters to support. This is definitely not the way to go.

Song Ran naturally saw through the thoughts in Shijing Xiaomin’s heart, and said straightforwardly: "Cao Ma, you should also know about Shen Mengfang’s miscarriage last time, she deliberately planted it on my head, and I and her, it’s clear. I've torn my face. I don't like my stepmother very much."

Madam Cao said with a smile: "She really shouldn't do that."

Song Ran continued: "I suspect that she is not clean with my dad behind her back. Did you notice anything unusual about Cao Ma?"

Ma Cao didn't dare to say nonsense: "I really don't know about this."

Song Ran nodded slightly: "In this way, I ask you to help me stare at Shen Mengfang, and give you fifty yuan a month, are you willing?"

When it came to fifty yuan, Cao’s eyes lit up. Shen Mengfang now only gave her thirty yuan a month. How could it be enough? With Song Ran’s fifty yuan, she would have much more money. .

Cao Ma hesitated: "Xiao Ran, I... I don't know what you want me to do. What if Mengfang finds out?"

Song Ran raised his eyebrows: "Mother Cao is unwilling? Then forget it."

After saying that she was going to leave, Cao's mother hurriedly held her: "I didn't say I didn't want to, I didn't say I didn't want to."

Song Ran turned his head to look at her, and directly took out fifty yuan from the small bag and gave it to her: "Shen Mengfang has to report anything to me. Is there a phone at home?"

"No, but there is a newsstand not far from the house with a phone in it."

"Okay, you also know the phone number of my house. Call me if you have anything to do, do you know? You have to do what I ask you to do."

Mother Cao was a little scared: "I...I can't harm people."

Song Ran patted her on the shoulder: "I'm a civilized person, and I won't let you do murderous activities. You only need to pay attention to what Shen Mengfang did, who is looking for her, and then tell me. "

Ma Cao nodded hurriedly: "Yes, you can."

"Don't let her find out."

"No one won't."

Song Ran smiled and patted her on the shoulder: "Cao Ma, you are a smart person. Let me tell you that Shen Mengfang can't make any big waves. My dad won't give her money anymore, so you can't be a fool. , Wobbly, that way, you won't get any benefit, you know?"

"sure."

"If you do well, I will increase your money."

Seeing that the small people in the market had opened their eyes, they were completely taken down.