The fake daughter ran away with the baby, and the president chased her relentlessly

Sang Ran's emotions have never fluctuated so much.

I had originally planned to just rest up late, but ended up being too impatient. I kept revising the design draft and was never satisfied with it. By the time I had finalized the first drafts of the two designs, I realized it was already dawn outside.

Sang Ran went to the kitchen to make a cup of coffee; he wasn't going to sleep anymore.

After Sang Ning got up, he sent her to school.

On the way, Sang Ran mentioned his first experience of going to school yesterday.

Sang Ning thought carefully, "Well... not bad, but the kids in kindergarten are too childish. Many of them even wet their pants when they were in the senior class!"

Once she started talking, she couldn't stop and kept talking about what she had seen and heard.

These were all new experiences for Sang Ning. Almost everyone looked similar to her and spoke Chinese.

Sang Ning's Chinese actually has some accent and is not very standard.

Many classmates in the class paid special attention to her, one because she was really beautiful, and two because she had an outstanding personality.

She said with some distress: "Several people asked me to be their boss, but I don't want to accept such a stupid little brother."

Sang Ran listened quietly and responded from time to time.

She is a laissez-faire parent and does not want to interfere with Sang Ning's experience of the outside world and her own feelings.

She hoped that she could figure things out entirely on her own and find the most comfortable way to get along with other people without the influence and consciousness of her mother.

Sang Ning was talking excitedly when he suddenly stopped, his face serious:

"Mom, why do people in China all have fathers?"

She had seen single-parent families being very common abroad before, but when she interacted with them yesterday, she discovered that she was the only one in their class who didn't have a father.

Sang Ran thought for a moment and then spoke:

“I personally think it’s caused by the social environment.”

Sang Ning's legs were not long enough and he could barely reach the bottom of the seat.

She had no choice but to stand on tiptoe, support her arms on her knees, hold her chin with both hands, and wait seriously for Sang Ran to express his opinion.

"Because in our domestic environment, single-parent families are not well-recognized. People will subconsciously think that people living in such an environment lack love and are mentally unhealthy. In order to maintain their image in front of society, many families choose to endure their dissatisfaction with their partners and maintain external decency."

Sang Ran asked: "Do you think this is unfair to you?"

Since we are talking about this topic, Sang Ran wants to hear Sang Ning's opinion.

Sang Ning was really smart. She quickly understood Sang Ran's explanation and then solemnly answered her own point of view:

"There is no fairness. If I insist on fairness, it will be unfair to my mother. Teacher Annie once said that no one should pay for anyone else in a relationship. My mother also has her own life to choose."

The driver in the front seat had been listening quietly to the conversation between the two. At this time, the car happened to be stopped at an intersection waiting for the red light.

He turned around and said, "Your daughter is really well educated. She looks young, but she speaks very well."

Sang Ran was naturally happy to hear his praise and smiled politely: "Thank you."

Then she asked Sang Ning: "What do you think?"

Sang Ning spoke frankly: "I envy her, but I hope my mother can be happy rather than just finding a random father."

Sang Ran couldn't help but touch her head, but felt it was not enough, so he gently pinched her little face.

Sang Ning seemed to have installed a sensing system. Every time Sang Ran did this to her, she would unconsciously squint her eyes and smile.

She knew that this was a sign of her mother's love for her.

Sang Ning is the best gift from God to Sang Ran. Sang Ran is also the guide for Sang Ning to love this world.

After sending Sang Ning there, Sang Ran took a taxi to the company.

The planning department acted quickly and sent over the plan and contract before lunch.

Sang Ran sent it to Qiao Chang via email.

The other party replied very quickly and agreed readily. They signed the electronic contract first. Sang Ran printed out the paper contract, asked Yan Qi to sign it, and sent him a copy.

Everything is done, and I finally feel relieved.

But this is the real beginning of this order. You have to design the series pictures, adjust the template, and make samples.

Sang Ran could handle the previous part alone, but she definitely couldn’t handle the next dozen or so sets of clothes by herself.

It requires teamwork.

And it is still comparable to high-end custom-made models and is more refined in production.

Sang Ran worked for an entire afternoon and only designed two drafts, many details of which needed to be adjusted.

Ever since she returned to China, she always felt overwhelmed. She was not used to the new environment and there were too many things to arrange.

When she was about to get off work, she received a WeChat message from Yan Qi:

Yan Qi: [My friend is selling a suitable house. When can you go over and take a look?]

Sang Ran: [Tomorrow night, I'll go home early tonight to accompany Sang Ning. I've been going home too late these past few days.]

Yan Qi: [Okay, I'll go with you tomorrow.]

Sang Ran: [Very righteous.]

When it was time to get off work, Sang Ran picked up her bag and left on time.

Downstairs in the company, she was just about to take a taxi when she glanced and saw a familiar black car parked not far away.

The license plate number is Pei Jingping's.

Then the phone in his hand vibrated, and Sang Ran inexplicably had a premonition.

When I opened it, it was as expected.

Pei Jingping: [Come here.]

Sang Ran: [? ]

Pei Jingping: [Didn’t you ask me to make a request and try my best to cooperate? ]

Sang Ran put away her phone and began to regret accepting Pei Jingping's help and owing him a favor.

When she walked over, Pei Jingping had already gotten out of the car and was leaning against the back door.

Sang Ran looked at him walking down from the back and was a little surprised. It seemed that this man always drove himself before, so why did he use a driver today?

She walked in, raised her phone and showed the chat box: "So you've thought it through?"

Pei Jingping nodded.

He was so direct that Sang Ran felt he was magnanimous.

Slightly relieved of his opinion, she asked businesslike, "So what?"

Pei Jingping said without hesitation: "Dinner with me two days a week."

"???"

Sang Ran: "You thought about this all night?"

Pei Jingping didn't think there was anything wrong, he spoke frankly:

"Yeah, I feel lonely eating alone."

Seeing how confident he was, Sang Ran naturally didn't think too much about it. She was not narcissistic to that extent.

However, she still put forward her own opinion: "First, I want to confirm whether my accompanying you for dinner will make Qiao Zhi uncomfortable. Secondly, this agreement must have a time limit."

Pei Jingping was originally in a good mood, but after hearing Sang Ran's words, he couldn't help but frown again.

He forced himself to suppress the dissatisfaction in his chest: "First, Qiao Zhi and I don't know each other."

"second......"

The corners of his lips curled up into a sly smile: "Of course it depends on your sincerity."

The depth of Sang Ran's sincerity was reflected in the number of times she accompanied him for dinner.

Sang Ran didn't accept his trick at all. She just wanted to have a clear conscience:

"My sincerity, eight days, is exactly one month."

Pei Jingping: “12 days.”

Sang Ran: “7 days.”

Pei Jingping: “11 days.”

Sang Ran: “6 days.”

Pei Jingping: “9 days.”

Sang Ran: “2 days.”

Pei Jingping sighed: "8 days."

Sang Ran smiled triumphantly: "Deal."

Pei Jingping bargained for a while, but finally had to follow her arrangements.

He smiled helplessly, looking at Sang Ran, and unconsciously reached out his hand and gently stroked her head:

"Then let's go, dinner partner, I need you to accompany me today."