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

I don’t know if it’s because Kyoto is located in the north, but the temperature difference is particularly large. I felt the scorching sun light in the last second, and a cold wind blew in the next second.

There were clearly four people present, but it was unusually quiet at this moment.

No one spoke. Sang Ran could only hear the sound of wind blowing through the leaves, which made her heart tremble uncontrollably.

She inexplicably felt guilty about the hit-and-run incident.

The man seemed to have been prepared. He reached his bony fingers into his suit pocket and pulled out a worn piece of paper.

When the note was opened, the creases were yellowed, but it was still well preserved.

Hand it to Sang Ran.

There was only one sentence on it: I don’t have much cash with me, don’t be dissatisfied with the fifty, I’ll treat you to KFC.

Sang Ran recognized it as his own handwriting at a glance.

The memory of death suddenly came back to me, and without the blessing of a hangover, all that was left was embarrassment.

Pei Jingping spoke again, his voice low and his tone rising:

"explain?"

Li Chuchu and He Licheng standing next to them were confused.

But I also sensed an unusual atmosphere between the two.

He Licheng's eyes fell on Pei Jingping's expression.

They are all men, and he could see at a glance the strong possessiveness of Pei Jingping towards Sang Ran.

I can't describe how it feels, I just feel a tightness in my chest.

Sang Ran: “Uh…”

How to say?

She said she thought he was a male model, but she only paid fifty bucks to have sex with him?

From now on, I'd better give up the idea of ​​returning to China to develop.

So embarrassing.

He Licheng didn't want to watch the two of them exchanging glances anymore, so they stared at each other as if no one was around.

He took Li Chuchu's hand and looked at Sang Ran meaningfully.

He said hello and left with Li Chuchu.

Li Chuchu was still in a daze and couldn't think of resisting.

Pei Jingping didn't react to Sang Ran's escape; there was a faint smile on his face.

His stern face, which clearly kept people at a distance, unexpectedly had a touch of gentleness to it.

Sang Ran is engaged in creative art, and writing is not her area of ​​expertise.

She held it in for a long time, and suddenly an idea came to her mind, and she spoke:

"I was worried that you might have a stomachache, so I wanted to treat you to breakfast."

Pei Jingping looked at the woman in front of him whose eyelashes trembled slightly and who told lies without blushing or breathing heavily, and chuckled.

It's really the same as before.

Even in her most addicted state, she still looked like a flower on the mountain top, hanging high up like a goddess giving alms to the world.

But this kind of arrogance has not been around for just one or two days.

Thinking of this, he sighed imperceptibly, his tone helpless but resigned:

"I just didn't eat today, let's make up for it."

Sang Ran reacted quickly and wanted to refuse, but her hand had already been held.

The man had an air of unapologetic authority about him, and the strength he held on her hand was neither too light nor too heavy, which prevented her from breaking free, nor made her feel uncomfortable.

His tall and broad shoulders blocked out most of the sunlight. Sang Ran was shrouded in his shadow, and half of his sight was filled with him.

It was as if I was bewitched by some ghost and when I came to my senses I was already in a KFC.

Feeling the warmth coming from his wrist, Sang Ran quickly broke free.

Why did this guy hold her hand in the store?

Her eyes fell on the man's high-end suit, which was very expensive.

Sang Ran felt that he needed to explain, maybe he could develop into a big customer.

The only prerequisite is that the relationship between the two people is normal - at least they have to forget what happened before.

Pei Jingping was using his mobile phone to scan the code to order food, and just happened to look up and meet her gaze.

He handed her the phone.

Pei Jingping: "See what you want to eat?"

It was already noon and the breakfast at this store was sold out, leaving only fried high-calorie foods.

Sang Ran looked at the screen and the corner of his mouth twitched.

What kind of nice person would eat something so greasy for the first meal.

But she couldn't say it, because saying it would be a slap in her face.

I ordered a cup of cold Coke and returned the phone.

She has liked hiding her emotions since she was a child.

It's not like I'm hiding it, it's just that even if I show my emotions, no one will care.

Just hide it to save yourself embarrassment.

She still had a measured smile on her face: "At the beginning, I was young and ignorant, I hope Mr. Pei doesn't mind."

Although she was drunk, Sang Ran did not lose her memory. She knew who was the leader in that strange and passionate affair.

She was not prepared to shirk responsibility.

Pei Jingping's brows, which had been relaxed until now, frowned slightly after hearing these words.

He hissed softly: "Boss Pei?"

Add another ambiguous and playful sentence:

"Why do I remember that you should call me husband?"

Sang Ran's body stiffened, his face expressionless, he just lowered his eyes.

A physiological blush appeared on the tips of her ears.

It’s all Yao Ya’s fault for recommending that kind of novel to her. She didn’t learn anything good from it, but instead learned all the bad things.

Pei Jingping looked at her and pondered for a moment, then made a summary of her behavior without authorization:

"So, you put on pants and don't recognize people?"

The waiter came as a savior and fished Sang Ran’s brain out of the Chinese dictionary, saving her from a brainstorm.

Bring two Cokes.

It seems she is not the only one who feels greasy.

The phone in my pocket vibrated and the ringtone rang sensibly.

It was Yao Ya who called.

Sang Ran gave Pei Jingping an apologetic smile and casually clicked to answer the call.

A childish and sweet voice came from the other end of the phone:

"Mom, when will you be back?"

The KFC table was not big and the distance between the two tables was not far. This sentence fell clearly into the ears of the man opposite.

He paused holding the Coke.

After that, he didn't move again, as if he was holding his breath and waiting for Sang Ran's reply.

Sang Ran took in his reaction.

Once she finds a breakthrough, she will take advantage of it:

"Mom will be home soon. Dad and I will take you out to play in the afternoon."

Without waiting for the other party to answer, she spoke again: "Mom, the signal is not good here. I'll hang up first."

She hung up the phone and looked up again. The man was biting on the straw, not drinking, but just holding it to his lips.

This action made his originally meticulous attire look a bit unruly and ruffian.

Sang Ran moved his lips slightly, wanting to say goodbye.

The man spoke first, his voice lacking emotion: "How old are you?"

Sang Ran knew what he was asking.

But she understood that for such a wealthy man, the expense of raising one more child was nothing.

Once they know that they have children outside, no matter whether they like it or not, their first reaction is to bring the children back and raise them.

As for how many children to raise in the future, who can say for sure?

Sang Ran stood up and straightened the wrinkles on his clothes.

She casually pulled out the hairpin from her hair. Perhaps because she didn't have any extra hands, she could only bite it with her mouth, then gathered the scattered hair and put it up again.

During this process, she kept looking down at Pei Jingping.

Pei Jingping looked back at her and always felt that she had a different flavor than before.

Feminine.

Flirting without knowing it.

Sang Ran showed her most sincere smile today, her pink lips slightly parted to reveal her white teeth:

"Four years old."

After saying that, she turned her body away, left her head, waved her hand, and said goodbye.

She walked in high heels, checked out and left.

Pei Jingping stared at her back for a long time, his Adam's apple moving slightly.

He hasn't drunk a single sip of the Coke yet, he doesn't like it.

But now I unconsciously put it into my mouth and took a shallow inhalation. At least my throat was not so dry anymore.

He picked up the phone from the table and dialed a number.

"Help me check Sang Ran. Yes, I need the information of everyone around him."