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

Liu Jie believes that if she had been braver, or had done more, she would be able to marry into a wealthy family now.

Sang Ran asked her what she meant, wanting to ask her about what she said about helping Pei Jingping, but Liu Jie obviously misunderstood.

Or maybe she wanted to take this opportunity to show her sincerity.

In fact, without much thought, Sang Ran could sense the malice in her words. Regardless of whether she and Pei Jingping had an agreement to marry or not, from a perspective of status alone, Liu Jie should not say such things to a married man.

What's more, it happened in front of Sang Ran, his legal wife.

Sang Ran could not agree with her behavior, and because of these words he had some understanding of Liu Jie's character.

She no longer treated strangers politely, and a sneer appeared on the corner of her lips: "It's not good to make assumptions about things that haven't happened. It's just that both of you are doing well now, aren't you?"

Liu Jie's face was instantly filled with panic, like a helpless little white rabbit. She looked at Pei Jingping and felt like she was about to cry.

She pursed her lips and said, "I thought Sang Ran wouldn't misunderstand. It's my problem. I just saw my old classmates tonight and couldn't help but recall the past."

"I...I'm sorry." She lowered her head.

Pei Jingping drove silently without saying a word, and didn't even look at Liu Jie.

Sang Ran felt inexplicably depressed. The man in front of her obviously didn't take her seriously. Was he accusing her of saying those words?

He is so fragile and yet he dares to provoke someone else in front of his wife.

Pei Jingping glanced at the rearview mirror and saw Sang Ran pouting and sulking.

The corners of his lips curled up into a faint smile, and he was in the mood to respond: "Where's your husband?"

Liu Jie was stunned: "Ah?"

"Get out of the car and let your husband come to pick you up." Pei Jingping parked the car on the side of the road.

Liu Jie was stunned, and her cheeks gradually turned red with shame. She still tried to speak: "It's still some distance away, why don't you just take me back."

Pei Jingping tilted his eyes slightly towards her, and said in a cold and distant voice: "Who told you to make my wife angry? I have to comfort her."

Sang Ran looked up at her, and from the movement of her eyes, she understood that he was venting his anger for her.

The words had been made so clear that no matter how thick-skinned Liu Jie was, she could no longer sit still.

Sang Ran continued to stab: "You should pay more attention to safety when you are pregnant, and avoid saying things that can easily get you beaten."

Liu Jie lowered her head and clenched her teeth, picked up the bag behind her and opened the car door. She didn't even turn her head, but she didn't forget to say, "Then you guys go ahead and do your work. I'm leaving first."

It sounded as if she left on her own initiative.

Pei Jingping looked towards the back seat with a smile, and put one hand on the passenger seat: "Do you want to sit in the front?"

"No." Sang Ran turned his head to look out the window, and he didn't know where the evil fire came from, "Someone has already sat there."

Pei Jingping stared at her for a few seconds, remained silent for a moment, turned around, and started the car again.

Sang Ran actually felt a little regretful as soon as she said this. It was she who asked Liu Jie to sit in the front, and it was Liu Jie who said those words. It clearly had nothing to do with Pei Jingping. Why was she angry at him?

She looked at the back of the man in the front row. His hair was neatly trimmed. When he tilted his head to look in the rearview mirror, his pointed chin stuck out and his profile was angularly carved.

She frowned unconsciously.

No wonder she has so many bad peach blossoms. Fortunately, she has no feelings for him, otherwise she would be so angry that she would die.

After the car drove for a few minutes, Pei Jingping turned the steering wheel to the stop and turned into the underground garage of a shopping mall. Sang Ran didn't understand what he was going to do, but didn't have the courage to ask.

After finding a parking space and parking the car, Pei Jingping unbuckled his seat belt, got out of the car alone, opened the door, and got into the back seat.

He sat down in a swift manner. Compared with Sang Ran's confused look, he looked calm instead.

Sang Ran asked him in surprise: "What are you doing?"

"Are you angry?" He pursed his thin lips and curled up the corners of his lips.

"Why should I be angry?" She didn't know why she felt guilty.

She avoided his inquiring gaze and looked around helplessly.

Like a frightened kitten, so cute.

Pei Jingping couldn't help it, he put his hand on her hair and rubbed it gently twice.

"Hiss..." He suddenly felt pain.

Sang Ran looked over when she heard the voice and saw Pei Jingping looking down with his fingers pinched.

Sang Ran asked uncertainly, "What's wrong?"

The man said nothing.

Sang Ran remembered that he seemed to have pressed He Da's forehead a few times just now. Could he have been hurt by the glass shards?

"Injured?" She sounded anxious now.

Pei Jingping still kept his head down in silence.

Sang Ran frowned and moved closer. Before she could see what was happening in his hand, he withdrew his hand and moved closer to her.

It looked like he wanted to show it to her, but they bumped into each other by coincidence.

Fortunately, he reacted in time and there was still some distance between the two of them, so they did not collide with each other.

However, this distance only ensured that there would be no collision, but it could not prevent the atmosphere in the car from heating up.

The two pairs of eyes met, and the man's gaze unconsciously moved down to the woman's rosy red lips with makeup.

Sang Ran seemed to understand something and subconsciously tried to increase the distance between them, but the man's hand had already grabbed the back of her head and restrained her.

His pupils trembled with his short breathing, scanning every inch of her delicate skin with an almost pleading look, like a wolf king showing weakness.

He said in a low voice: "My hand hurts."

Sang Ran's heart was about to jump out of his chest. He didn't care about the hand that was restraining him. He could only reply instinctively: "What should I do?"

"Comfort me."

"how......"

The words were stuck in his throat, and he was so powerful, his affectionate eyes hiding his joy slowly closed, and his thin lips pressed against hers.

This time, he no longer just tasted it lightly, nor was he reserved. He had already become familiar with her lips, as if he was tasting his favorite candy and was not willing to waste it at all.

He held her lips lightly with his lips, sucking them as he opened and closed them, biting her lower lip with a sinister look, and whispered softly, pressing his lips against hers: "Open your mouth."

Sang Ran's mind went blank and he hadn't reacted at all.

Seeing that she didn't move, he moved his hand behind her down inch by inch. He didn't know if it was intentional, but as he moved, his fingertips slid down her neck, causing her to tremble.

"Don't..." Sang Ran couldn't help but sigh.

But the hunter was on high alert, so how could he let go of any chance? He thrust his tongue in forcefully, and his hand on her lower back gradually tightened its strength.

The two of them were close to each other, and the sound of water splashing between their lips and teeth was particularly clear in the quiet underground garage and the closed compartment.

Her ears began to feel hot and her mind was in a mess.

Until his fiery eyes gradually opened, he left her lips reluctantly, and lightly touched her forehead, then touched her cheek, and finally tilted his head slightly to one side and buried his head in her neck.

He was kissing her earlobe.