"Ran Qin," Han Wenwen's mother looked at her daughter in disbelief and asked again: "You are not wrong. Her name is really Ran Qin."

"Mom, what's wrong with you? Do you know her?"

"It's not just about knowing her. She is our family's great benefactor. Your uncle is practicing now. You don't know who your uncle's master is. He is Ran Qin's husband Zhong Kui."

"Ah, mom, tell me what's going on, I want to know,"

"Well..." Wenwen's mother moved her eyes away from her daughter's face and stared at the cover of a supernatural chants magazine she picked up casually in her hand. A charming woman looked at the cover of a supernatural chants magazine, and continued: "It's a long story, it's still an old story for many years. Your mother, I..." Wenwen's mother smiled shyly, "Your uncle and I have caused trouble for their family,"

Wenwen’s mother, who is Wenwen’s uncle?

OK, don't be curious, continue watching next.

Han Wenwen blinked in surprise and said, "Mom, you still have such a legendary story, but you actually..."

"Silly girl, at that time, your mother was in the countryside, and the family was not in good condition. How could you have such good living conditions now? Don't let your mother down? This is how, let's go and see your aunt Ranqin,"

Ran Qin gently held her daughter's cold hand and encouraged her, "If you have any difficult things, tell her mother, she can help you."

"Mom, I dreamed of that person again,"

"who,"

"It's the one who saved us last time,"

"It's the weird uncle you gave me,"

Jiang Rong nodded seriously and said, "Yes..." She was still trying to say something, but was interrupted by the knock on the door of "Du, Du" and hurriedly walked over and tweaked the door lock. When she opened the door, she found two people standing at the door. One of them was a girl who had been here once before, "You are,"

"Hello sister, I am Han Wenwen, this is my mother,"

Ran Qin, who was in the living room, heard Han Wenwen's voice and hurriedly leaned over and asked, "Wenwen has something to do,"

Jiang Rong flashed and asked them outside the door to come in and closed the door casually.

Han Wenwen took her mother and walked straight to Ran Qin who was leaning against the sofa and taking a nap.

Ran Qin looked up at Han Wenwen, and then looked at the middle-aged woman beside her. "This is," she saw that there seemed to be melancholy hidden between the middle-aged woman's eyebrows, with a familiar expression, but she couldn't remember who she was.

"Sister Ran, I am the eldest sister,"

"Big girl," Ran Qin still didn't remember it, and was trying hard to recall it.

"Luo Xiaoming's sister,"

"Ah, oh, I remembered it, I remembered it, it was you," Ran Qin suddenly realized, and looked surprised, pointing at Han Wenwen and said, "She is your daughter,"

Luo Damei nodded honestly and said, "I'll make you laugh,"

"No, congratulations, it's too late to give birth to such a well-behaved, beautiful and sensible daughter," Ran Qin was not polite, but every word he said was true. "Oh, time is merciless, it's been decades in a flash, and we are all old,"

Luo Damei looked sad, "Yes, I thought about it at that time, I would like to accompany Sister Vanilla. She was a few years older than me, and I didn't know what to shout," said Sister Vanilla, when she thought of taking a shower, her eyes covered with fine lines, and she looked like she was laughing and crying, and her behavior became cramped.

"I miss vanilla," said Ran Qin's mind, vanilla's beauty, simple face, and her bold and cheerful personality emerged.

"I want to give her a special feeling. She left. I cried for several days and nights, and my eyes were swollen," said Luo Damei, who was crying again.

"Okay, she's here to Wengen now. Let's not mention it, let's say something else,"

Looking back at the two children standing there without saying a word, staring silently as they were talking to each other. Ran Qin felt a little disgusted and said to Han Wenwen: "Wenwen, you come often in the future and play with you Sister Rongrong,"

Once Ran Qin picked it up, the two girls stared at each other and admired each other.

Jiang Rong looked at Wenwen, with fair skin, melon-shaped face, thin eyebrows and almond eyes, under her small and delicate nose, a rose-colored lips, a long neck, and a thin figure, quite good, a beautiful girl.

Wenwen looked at Jiang Rong like an ice sculpture rose. Her every frown and smile gave people a sense of seduction. Unfortunately, she looked very cold. She was a very cold beauty. She couldn't take her eyes off her eyes at first glance. She always wanted to see something from her frowning eyebrows.

Luo Damei didn't dare to stop stagnating on Jiang Rong's sculpted face, but she kept praising her voice: "Tsk tsk, Sister Ran Qin, your daughter, it's too that." Her culture restricted her praise and aroused the curiosity of the other three.

"What's that," Jiang Rong, Han Wenwen and Ran Qin asked in surprise at the same time, who did not speak out except for her reserved state.

"It's just the beautiful lady,"

"Oh," Ran Qin was speechless. She had something in her heart. She was really not in the mood to say anything more, but she was embarrassed to give the order to expel the guest. Although her expression was smiling, she looked a little absent-minded.

Jiang Rong's high praise for this simple auntie, just smiled faintly, took the initiative to take action, grabbed Han Wenwen and said, "Let's go to the study,"

The daughter invited Han Wenwen to the study, and Ran Qin nodded acquiescedly. Her daughter had too few friends. If Han Wenwen was friends for her, it would be the best.

The two daughters left.

Ran Qin and Luo Damei suddenly lost all of their words, and the air in the living room became depressed because of their silence.

Or the former spoke up and said, "What is your husband doing?"

"Trunk driver," Luo Damei talked endlessly when she mentioned her husband. "That year he passed by our village and said he liked the vegetables there, so I went to the fields to pick a large basket to give him. It was a very common thing. There were too many vegetables in the fields, and it was a pity that they could not finish eating them. But he didn't expect that he remembered his affection very much. On the second time, he gave me money and helped us work. Later, it was like this," when she talked about her interest, her face was slightly red. The shyness of a traditional woman was indeed regardless of age. She was shy.

‘Puff,’ “It’s pretty good, it feels a bit romantic,”

"Hi, that's it. I'm a rough person and can't understand those literary people. I can't say nice words. Wenwen's name was given by her father. He called me water spinach," Facing Ran Qin, Luo Damei could not let go. Her hands were habitually rubbing her eyes on her knees, and she said without saying anything: "Sister Ran Qin, where is your family in charge,"
Chapter completed!