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

The sound is deep and magnetic, and the volume is neither too loud nor too soft.

As Yao Ya and her partner were walking back, they suddenly stopped arguing and looked at each other, seeing surprise in each other's eyes.

No, isn't this brother so brave?

His lips moved again: "Contact information."

He just wanted contact.

If he told Sang Ran his plan directly, he guessed that Sang Ran might try to avoid him, and that would be a waste of time.

Sang Ning rolled his eyes, as if thinking, and then quickly and clearly reported a string of numbers:

“WeChat is the same.”

Before Sang Ran could stop them, the deal between the two was complete.

The little girl didn't beat around the bush and always kept her word.

She reached out to take the candied haws, and Pei Jingping gave it to her. Seeing her secretly happy, her expression was very similar to Sang Ran's, and he unconsciously reached out and rubbed her head gently.

Sang Ran was speechless: He sold out his own mother for a candied haws.

A huge colorful Ferris wheel stands in the center of the park, and various amusement facilities sparkle in the sun, forming a unique kingdom of happiness in Sang Ning's heart.

Maybe she hadn't had so much fun in a long time, and when she came out of the park, she still had a smile on her face.

The weather in Kyoto is still a bit cold at night. Although it is only five or six o'clock, the sky is already covered with gray night.

Gao Rufeng insulted Yao Ya verbally, but stayed by her side the entire afternoon.

Sang Ran couldn't understand the tricks of these young lovers, so she just tried to be a good parent.

Pei Jingping might not understand either, but he was a more skilled parent than Sang Ran.

He brought up the issue of Sang Ning's schooling in the middle of the conversation.

In fact, this matter is easy to say, but also difficult to say.

If Sang Ran went to do it, the most he could do was to spend some money to invite someone for a meal and use his connections.

But he was afraid that Li Chuchu would interfere. Now everyone in Kyoto knew that she was the real daughter of the Sang family.

As long as she mentioned it, no one would be willing to offend her for Sang Ran.

Pei Jingping said that he had a friend who happened to work in the Education Bureau and could help say hello.

Sang Ran gladly accepted it, thinking that one should make good use of one's connections.

However, in exchange, she promised to help Pei Jingping design a suit as a thank you.

Yao Ya and Gao Rufeng started betting again.

She pointed to a patch of weeds on the side of the road and said, "Believe it or not, there are four-leaf clovers in this."

Gao Rufeng glanced at it and sneered softly:

"You thought this was the Clover Wholesale Market."

Yao Ya shouted and squatted down to look for it.

Gao Rufeng turned on the flashlight and squatted beside.

Yao Ya: "Don't look for it yet, do you dare to bet?"

Gao Rufeng: "What are you betting on?"

Yao Ya: "The loser will buy hotpot."

Gao Rufeng: “No problem!”

The jar of green plants is quite big. It will take who knows how long to search for them in the dark.

Pei Jingping obviously didn't want to wait, he turned his head to look at Sang Ran: "Shall I take you back on the way?"

Sang Ran lowered his head and raised his eyebrows to ask for Sang Ning's opinion.

Sang Ning obviously couldn't understand this kind of couple game.

She yawned, her eyes moistened, and then she nodded.

After saying something to the two childish guys, the three of them got into Pei Jingping's car, a black Maybach.

Out of courtesy, Sang Ran sat in the passenger seat.

Pei Jingping's long legs were crammed in the driver's seat somewhat awkwardly. As soon as he got in the car, he began to take off his watch, and the blue veins on the back of his hand rose and fell with his movements.

Sang Ran watched, and was suddenly reminded of that night five years ago.

She was drunk and unconscious, and he tried to turn off the light with his bony hands that were full of lust, but she stopped him.

She said: I want to see what your hand looks like on my body.

In fact, there were even more explicit things said, but Sang Ran didn't dare to think about it and just skipped over it every time she recalled it.

It was a bit hot, and the air conditioning in the car was turned on very high.

She felt better only after she took off her coat.

The man took off his watch and handed it to Sang Ran.

Sang Ran looked at him puzzledly, and he explained: "I don't like to wear a watch when I drive. Can you hold it for me for a while?"

Having never seen such a strange habit before, but it was just a piece of cake, so Sang Ran reached out to take it.

She lowered her head to study it. It was a classic Lange watch with a black crocodile leather strap, which matched his temperament and age.

Without giving it another thought, she casually stuffed the watch into her bag.

The journey took thirty minutes. Sang Ning was a little tired from playing and fell asleep soon after getting on the bus, leaning on the back seat.

The air in the car was quiet, with only the sound of soothing music.

Sang Ran felt unusually awkward, and her eyes kept uncontrollably falling on the man's hands that were driving.

Unable to move away, she hated the feeling of being out of control, so she simply closed her eyes and pretended to take a nap.

Fortunately, when she was on the verge of suffocation, she finally reached her destination.

Sang Ran woke up her daughter in the back seat and took her back home as if escaping. Finally, she felt that she could breathe more smoothly.

Sang Ning didn't sleep well and felt listless. She was also tired from playing during the day. Sang Ran gave her a shower and didn't need to tell her a bedtime story. She fell asleep as soon as she got into bed.

She took a shower and blew her hair half dry, with the wet ends hanging on her shoulders, while flipping through some recent fashion magazines.

When I had almost finished watching the show, I put on my Bluetooth headphones to watch the live replay of the show.

I will officially start work tomorrow and need to familiarize myself with the domestic market in advance.

Judging from the time, her tools should arrive by mail tomorrow.

Just as he was thinking, his cell phone suddenly rang. It was an unfamiliar number, but Sang Ning had a vague guess as to who it was.

After hesitating for a moment, he answered the phone.

"it's me."

Pei Jingping's voice came out from the receiver, clearly in Sang Ran's ear. The voice was sexy to begin with, and he seemed to deliberately lower it, making it even more alluring.

"Is Sang Ning asleep?"

Sang Ran didn't expect him to ask Sang Ning, but he still answered subconsciously:

"Sleep."

As he spoke, he stood up and went to the refrigerator to get a box of milk.

The other person paused for a moment and said, "Your clothes are in my car. I forgot to take them."

Sang Ran inserted the straw and sucked the thick and mellow liquid into his mouth, which passed through his throat with a cool temperature.

She didn't care: "Take it next time when I give you a suit."

Pei Jingping seemed to have expected this and chuckled softly, his breath distinct.

It's like a hum in your ear, except there's no warmth...

Sang Ran took two more sips of milk.

Pei Jingping: "You haven't given me my watch yet."

"I'm not leaving. How about you take it out now?"

Sang Ran looked down at the time. More than half an hour had passed. Why hadn't he left yet?

He responded and hung up the phone.

She took out her watch from her bag, changed into her going-out slippers, opened the door and walked out.

Sang Ran didn't like pajamas that were too thick, and the heating at home was turned on high, so she only wore a loose white thin shirt on her upper body.

The shorts were hidden under the thin shirt, revealing a pair of straight, white, slender legs.

Now that she came out, she felt the cruel temperature and just wanted to return the things quickly.

He walked to the driver's seat, knocked on the window, and handed over the watch.

Pei Jingping was not in a hurry to answer it. He just left Sang Ran's hand there and signaled Sang Ran to get in the car with his eyes.

His voice was charming, like Pandora's box, mysterious and intriguing, yet vaguely dangerous:

"Are you interested in discussing business with me?"