Kiyokawa Danso

Chapter 7
At this moment, Lan Qingchuan was right in front of his eyes, standing indifferently as in the photo, looking at him indifferently, like a stranger.

He stared at her pale black eyes like his own, and gradually realized that his daughter was childish but fearless.

Oh, a face of fearless indifference.

He pursed his lips, and suddenly smiled, his tone was direct and merciless.

"We haven't met once in the past ten years. You don't even have a name for your father. What about your good upbringing? Didn't your grandfather and teachers teach you what is respect?"

How could Lan Qingchuan tolerate him talking about her grandfather like that, she could no longer suppress her hatred when she saw Fang Yuzhong, and said coldly: "What right do you have to say that? I grew up in France for 12 years, and my grandfather taught me Where is your business to raise me? Where were you when I left China?"

Seeing Fang Yuzhong's sharp face, she suddenly laughed out emotionlessly: "My mother gave me life, but what did you give me? How can you expect me to call you father?"

In the mall for many years, no one has contradicted him with such an attitude.After all, Fang Yuzhong quickly suppressed his emotions as a man who occupies a place in the business world.He took a deep breath, his eyes were cold and dark, he stated his purpose, and forced her to submit.

"Your grandfather gave you to me, not to send you here to argue with me. You don't want to go back, so willful, have you thought about your grandfather's intentions?"

Lan Zongrong hoped that Lan Qingchuan could ease the relationship between her and Fang Yuzhong, and they could never break up for a lifetime.

Lan Qingchuan couldn't be more clear in his heart.It is precisely because it is too clear that it is unbearable for her.

"You've always been smart, Qingchuan, don't let me down. Don't let your grandfather down." Looking at Lan Qingchuan who fell silent, Fang Yuzhong smiled again, commandingly, so tough.

After leaving Xilin Xiaosha, the secretary who followed him asked hesitantly, "Sir, is this too harsh on the eldest lady?"

"She is still young, and with such a background, she is inevitably arrogant and unwilling to bow her head. Plus her mother's affairs, she probably hated me long ago. If she is not suppressed and forced, how can she grow up?" Thinking of her indifference He lit a cigarette, and Fang Yuzhong looked at the fading villa with cold eyes amidst the smoke.

Her grandfather was far away in France, and he was joined by a wealthy man, so he obviously lacked energy for her who was separated by the ocean.In China, without his support, how could she stand up.

After all, it's too immature.

He didn't even want to take a look at him, let alone give in to him.The whole body is full of thorns, and it will pierce people when touched, and I don't know who it looks like.

"President, don't be angry, there is Miss Xue at home, who always obeys your wishes." The secretary observed his expression and comforted him.

When Fang Xue was mentioned, Fang Yuzhong's expression did not improve.He finally sighed, Fang Xue still knew how to please his stepfather in every possible way, and Lan Qingchuan had such a temper that he didn't even want to pretend.

three days later.

Fang Yuzhong, executive president of Lan's China branch, hosted a grand dinner for his only daughter, Lan Qingchuan.

The dinner party was held at the largest international hotel in S City, and the most luxurious event on the top floor was contracted.Huge sums of money were spent to entertain celebrities from all walks of life.

Many upstarts in the workplace don't know that Fang Yuzhong has a biological daughter who has lived in France for many years.But the old people in the circle know that this daughter is not small, and she is the beloved daughter of the original partner, Lan Yuange.Mr. Lan Zongrong, the executive officer, personally raised him, needless to say he loved him.The Lan family has a close relationship with the French royal family, so a granddaughter of such a direct relative must enjoy the treatment of nobility.

The dinner started at eight o'clock, and the media had already filled the hotel's surroundings.

(End of this chapter)