Mo Feifei stood up suddenly and looked at Wen Ran with anger and shock.
"Wen Ran, don't push your luck! I can go to a cram school outside and it won't cost even one tenth of this money."
"It's up to you." Wen Ran spread his hands with an indifferent expression.
She picked up the lipstick on the table and started applying it in front of the mirror.
After a minute, Mo Feifei still showed no sign of leaving. Wen Ran glanced at her impatiently, "Why are you still standing here if you don't want to?"
"Wen Ran, I don't have that much money. Please give me a lower price. I'm planning to divorce your father recently!"
Mo Feifei's voice softened, even sounding a little pleading.
"Divorce?" Wen Ran sneered.
Although she was half a head shorter than Mo Feifei sitting on the bench, her icy aura still made Mo Feifei inexplicably frightened.
"Mo Feifei, have you forgotten how you insisted on marrying my father? Have you forgotten how my mother died?" Wen Ran's eyes were filled with hatred.
Mo Feifei tried to explain, "I, I was deceived by your father at that time, how would I know your mother..."
Wen Ran suddenly stood up, grabbed Mo Feifei's collar, pushed her down on the dressing table, and suppressed the rest of her words.
"Ahhhh——" Mo Feifei screamed.
She was like an ant, unable to muster any strength to refute Wen Ran.
Although Wen Ran was angry and resentful, his tone was calmer than usual when he said this.
"Mo Feifei, I don't say that ignorance is innocent. It's a fact that you married my father, and it's also a fact that my mother died. You were deceived by my father, so I won't do anything to you.
But if you feel unhappy and want a divorce, I tell you it's impossible. You will have to endure my father's pain for the rest of your life. This is your karma, unless you want me to expose you in front of the media!"
Mo Feifei looked terrified, thinking that this was a warning from hell.
Because she seemed to see that she was too breasty.
Wen Ran's grip was stronger than that of an average boy, and Mo Feifei couldn't even breathe.
"I... cough cough cough! I'm really going to suffocate to death!" Mo Feifei slapped Wen Ran's hand hard.
Wen Ran looked at her indifferently for a while, and finally let go.
Continue sitting back in your original position and applying lipstick.
Mo Feifei held onto the table, coughing and panting, with no time to care about her image at all.
Pointing at Wen Ran, "Wen Ran, you, you..."
Mo Feifei swallowed back the curse she wanted to say after being warned by Wen Ran's cold eyes.
Wen Ran turned his gaze back to himself in the mirror and returned to the topic, "Are you still learning?"
Mo Feifei observed Wen Ran's expression, wondering whether she wanted to hear her say whether she wanted to learn or not.
I couldn't figure it out, so I finally gritted my teeth and said, "Learn!"
Wen Ran didn't respond, but took out his phone, opened the payment code and placed it in front of her.
Mo Feifei reluctantly gave up and transferred three million.
Then he asked cautiously, "Wen Ran, how are you going to teach me?"
"Go back and read the script first, then write an 8,000-word biography of the character for me." Wen Ran straightened his costume and acted like a teacher.
Mo Feifei nodded and thought for a while. Before leaving, she asked cautiously, "If I can't write it, can I get my money back?"
Wen Ran shot Mo Feifei another cold look, and she subconsciously covered her mouth and ran away quickly.
Wen Ran also fully understood Jiang He's feelings when he watched Mo Feifei acting on the set.
Because apart from her beauty, Mo Feifei is really useless and is so stupid that it's outrageous.
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It's Saturday.
Wen Ran was just thinking of a reason not to go to Xishan Villa when his cell phone rang and he received a text message from Shang Jingchi.
【I'm going abroad and will be back next month. 】
Wen Ran held the phone and shouted "Long live!"
It just so happened that she didn't have any scenes today, so Wen Ran gave Xiao Zhao a day off.
I drove to the wholesale market, bought some things, and then turned around and went to the largest welfare home in Beijing.
Beijing Love Welfare Home.
Most of the children here have been abandoned by their parents and have physical defects.
Wen Ran would come here every once in a while to buy some daily necessities and books.
I am also an old acquaintance of Yang Xin, the director of the welfare home.
Yang Xin always jokes that she wants Wen Ran to be her daughter.
Yang Xin was overjoyed to see Wen Ran coming this time. She held Wen Ran's hand and kept smiling, "A few days ago, I was thinking that you hadn't been here for a while, but you came today."
Yang Xin works day and night in the welfare home. Although he is only forty years old, his face is already full of wrinkles and he has a lot of white hair.
Wen Ran opened the trunk and replied, "I was worried about the kids, and since I don't have work today, I came to see you."
"Xiaoran is a beautiful person with a kind heart. She will have many blessings in the future." Yang Xin's eyes narrowed into lines with a smile.
Wen Ran would be praised by Yang Xin every time she came, which made her feel embarrassed.
After moving the things in the trunk, Wen Ran went to the studio.
On weekdays, children's indoor activities are held in the studio, so the whole studio is very large.
When Wen Ran went in, the children were drawing inside. When they saw Wen Ran coming, they all rushed over.
They surrounded her and started shouting at the same time.
"Sister Wen Ran, we missed you so much."
"Sister Wen Ran, I learned the painting you taught me last time."
"Sister Wen Ran, can you please not leave today?"
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Everyone looked up, vying to express their love for Wen Ran with genuine smiles on their faces.
Yang Xin, who followed in, was also delighted to see the children so happy. She said, "It's hot today, I'll go cut watermelon for everyone." Then she went to the kitchen.
Wen Ran waved to the children, asking them to be quiet for a while.
After everyone calmed down, she said softly, "Everyone, go back to your seats and draw your favorite picture, and then show it to Sister Wen Ran, okay?"
"Okay!" The children said in unison and obediently returned to their seats to continue drawing.
Wen Ran walked past the tables and chairs and headed towards the children playing with plasticine in the corner.
Those children have severe autism.
Every time Wen Ran comes, he takes them to exercise, draw, and communicate with them spiritually.
Because Wen Ran studied psychology in college, he successfully passed the psychological counselor certification exam after graduation.
She knows how to help these autistic children recover, even though the process is long.
Wen Ran approached them and found that the children were not talking to each other. They lowered their heads and kneaded their own pieces of plasticine. There were several pieces of plasticine that had already been kneaded on the table.
There are round and square shapes, and the more difficult ones are shaped like rabbits and turtles.
Wen Ran squatted down and pointed at one of the pieces of plasticine, pretending not to understand. "How do you make this gourd? Can you teach me?"
The children lowered their heads and no one spoke.
Wen Ran picked up a small piece of plasticine on the table that had not yet been molded and started playing with it.
But she couldn't make any shape after kneading it for a long time.
Finally, one of the children wearing glasses couldn't stand it anymore and took the plasticine from Wen Ran's hand and started to shape it himself, saying in a childish voice, "Sister Wen Ran, this is not how you shape it."
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