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

The spring breeze blew the setting sun, and the clouds in the sky were blown away, reflecting the red glow of the sunset.

After talking things out, Sang Ran felt a lot more relaxed. It was just a matter of having eight meals with him.

The car was silent, with music playing, and neither of them wanted to talk.

Although Sang Ran was slow, she could sense that Pei Jingping was not in a very good mood today.

"What are we going to eat?" She asked this out loud for some reason, and even she herself was confused.

Pei Jingping glanced at her and said, "There is a newly opened Italian restaurant. Rufeng said it's pretty good."

Sang Ran nodded and looked sideways at him.

The man looked focused while driving, looking straight ahead. His profile was angular, with beautiful curves from his brow bone to his chin.

As if he could sense her gaze, he asked, still looking forward: "What's wrong?"

Only then did Sang Ran realize that she had been mesmerized by what she saw.

"fine."

There was silence all the way again. The two strangers stayed in a narrow space and even breathing felt awkward.

Sang Ran tried his best to reduce his presence.

The car stopped in front of a stylishly decorated Italian restaurant.

The doorman took the car keys and went to park the car.

Pei Jingping put one hand in his pocket and pushed the door open with Sang Ran. He seemed to know that Sang Ran would agree and had already booked a private room in advance.

"I don't eat out very often," he said as he pulled out a seat for Sang Ran.

Sang Ran didn't understand his sudden words, so she could only smile and reply: "This is also the first time I've eaten in a high-end restaurant since returning to China, thanks to you."

The man realized his polite distance and said nothing more.

The meals are ordered in advance and the chef will not start cooking until the people arrive.

While waiting for the food, Pei Jingping suddenly brought up the topic again:

"Next time I'll take you to eat the food I cook."

Sang Ran raised an eyebrow: "You can also cook?"

Pei Jingping took a sip of lemonade: "Yeah, I've been learning this since elementary school."

Sang Ran secretly felt that there was something hidden, but Pei Jingping didn't continue, so she didn't ask any more questions. If some of his scars were revealed, she was afraid that she wouldn't know how to deal with it. She was not good at listening to other people's inner thoughts.

Sang Ran changed the subject: "I heard about your deeds abroad. It's quite impressive. You made Pei Group the industry leader in six years."

The waiter came over to serve the food and Sang Ran leaned back slightly.

Pei Jingping rubbed his brows, seeming a little annoyed. After listening to Sang Ran's words, he raised his eyes, his eyes showing fatigue, and called softly: "Sang Ran."

"Ok?"

Sang Ran was studying the food on her plate and looked up when she heard his voice.

"I always feel like you're avoiding me. Are you afraid of me?"

Sang Ran looked at him and thought about the right words: "It's normal for me to be in awe of top figures like you. It's not that I'm afraid, but after all, we..."

“It’s going to be a little awkward.”

Sang Ran spoke tactfully and did not reveal his true feelings completely.

Six years ago, Pei Jingping was in his twenties. He had the knowledge and courage that his peers did not have, as well as ruthless methods that his peers did not have.

She didn't want to dwell on his past and how he became like that.

She only knew that she, and even the Sang family, could not afford to offend such a person.

As long as you don't offend anyone, it's good enough, don't expect any cooperation or anything like that.

Pei Jingping's pupils were as dark as ink, hiding a little starlight and a sense of mystery. He seemed to be able to see through Sang Ran from the inside out:

"I'm not a casual man." I'm just casual with you.

"Haha." Sang Ran was surprised how he knew what he thought of him, and quickly laughed, "What is this? It's bright red and looks pretty good."

As she said this, she looked up and asked Pei Jingping if he was ready to eat.

Pei Jingping was helpless, but still nodded.

Sang Ran picked up one with a fork and looked at it carefully. It was a small round red ball with a bright red sauce on it. It was not foie gras.

The style is made into a cherry shape.

She couldn't help swallowing her saliva and put it in her mouth. The dense texture was so delicious that she squinted her eyes.

He chewed twice but suddenly stopped.

The sweet and sour taste in his mouth was still there, but Sang Ran found it hard to swallow.

With mixed feelings, she chewed it twice more and swallowed it with difficulty.

With a complicated look, he asked, "Is this a candied haws?"

Pei Jingping nodded: "I like to eat."

Sang Ran didn't say anything, but didn't pick up that dish again for the whole night.

After dinner, Pei Jingping sent Sang Ran home, but stopped her before getting off the car.

Sang Ran was just about to slip away when she stopped taking the bag, looking puzzled.

Pei Jingping felt heavy in his chest the whole night, and he felt reluctant to separate now.

He said, "I've never chased a girl before."

Sang Ran thought he was still brooding over Qiao Zhi's matter, so he waved his hand and said indifferently, "Oh, you don't need to tell me your private affairs."

Pei Jingping didn't give her the chance to misunderstand: "But I'm learning now."

"Sang Ran, I'm chasing you."

Sang Ran: “Oh.”

Next second: ???

What does that mean? Who is chasing whom? Is he chasing her?

Her face was full of disbelief, and she pointed at the tip of her nose: "Me, me?"

"Yes, it's you. Can you give me a chance to pursue you?"

Sang Ran shook his head subconsciously: "No, it's impossible, don't tease me."

Pei Jingping leaned over and stopped Sang Ran's hand from opening the door: "You are not married and I am not married, give me a reason."

"I have a baby!"

Pei Jing smiled calmly: "I will treat her as my own child."

Sang Ran was getting goosebumps. Everything happened so suddenly that her brain went into a state of panic.

The whole person was almost half surrounded by him in a corner, and Sang Ran's eardrums were almost shattered by his heartbeat.

She was stunned for a long time before she spoke: "I think the beginning of a relationship should be pure, but I am not pure with you."

"Why is it not pure?"

Sang Ran: "I just wanted your body at that time."

Pei Jingping simply acted like a rogue: "Then you can just go for my body in the future."

How is this not pure?

Sang Ran seemed to be thinking of a countermeasure, but in fact, his hands in his pockets were about to dig a hole in the fabric.

In a trance, she touched a square object.

It's her Bluetooth headset.

An idea came to my mind immediately.

She pushed Pei Jingping away first. Although the man was strong and assertive, as soon as she put her hand on his shoulder, he moved away gently following her movements.

There was just a smile in his eyes as he lowered his eyes to look at the place she touched.

When Sang Ran saw Pei Jingping's first sincere smile tonight, the oppressive atmosphere around him eased a lot, and an ambiguous atmosphere surged in the closed carriage.

This atmosphere made the usually cold goddess look lustful, and her cheeks flushed, like a ripe tomato. If you pick it a second later, the juice will burst out of the skin.

Pei Jingping's throat was dry and he swallowed unconsciously.

Sang Ran hurriedly took out his earphones and inserted them into his fair, slightly transparent ears that looked like jade carvings:

"I have a song I really like, and the lyrics in it may be able to answer you."

As she spoke, she frantically swiped her fingers across the screen, lowered her head and swallowed quietly, trying to collect the tomato juice that was about to overflow.