The fake daughter was not exposed today

"I'm sorry for being so rude, miss. What's your name?"

"Are you here to help me move, or to hook up with clients?" Jiang Yilan tried hard to make her tone sound harsh.

But it seemed that her own voice was still soft and lacked strength.

"Sorry, the car is ready, you..."

"Go drive." Jiang Yilan took the guitar and went downstairs.

Ling Mujiang didn't say much along the way, but just sat obediently in the passenger seat.

Meng Mian was responsible for driving and enjoying the scenery at the same time.

The entire villa is built on an island across the sea from Yancheng. Looking from the direction of the cross-sea bridge, the villa looks like a dream castle hidden in the mountains and forests.

"Ling——" Before she could scream, Ling Mujiang pinched her face, and she stopped talking because of the pain.

He was almost scared to death by this idiot! If Meng Mian really called out his name, the person in the back seat who looked like Jiang Yilan would definitely become suspicious.

Ling Mujiang signaled her to shut up with his eyes.

However, Meng Mian misunderstood and thought that he was asking her to change the subject.

"Come to think of it, sister, you have been holding the guitar the whole time. Can you play it?" She looked at Jiang Yilan in the back seat curiously through the rearview mirror.

If she could play it, she might be able to learn from the young lady, so that she wouldn't be disliked by President Ling next time.

Jiang Yilan was stunned.

For some reason, judging from the melody echoing from the girl, she seemed very innocent. But she was also afraid of being exposed when performing in front of Ling Mujiang.

Ling Mujiang raised the corner of his mouth.

It seems that sometimes this naiveté is not completely useless.

In this case, the melody performed by the other party must be a familiar one, and based on his understanding of Jiang Yilan, it is most likely a folk song.

"That's fine." Jiang Yilan held the guitar pick, placed the guitar on her knees, and plucked the strings.

She played a memoir.

"RoCkGirLs' famous song "Only Me". Miss, you actually like such an old song." Meng Mian's eyes lit up.

RoCkGirLs was a famous female rock band in the era of fierce competition in the music industry more than 20 years ago. The lead singer Gong Zhengyin was a famous singer-songwriter at the time, and she wrote representative works for several superstars.

"No?" Jiang Yilan continued playing the piano.

She really didn't like rock music much, so her only memory of that genre of music was her mother. The improvisation she had just performed was merely an imitation of her mother's famous piece.

Her parents' faces were a little blurry, but she always remembered the melodies they played. Unfortunately, her performance was just a poor imitation of them.

For a moment, Ling Mujiang suspected that he was being too sensitive.

Even if Jiang Yilan really had the innate talent to easily learn a musical instrument, she had little experience with rock music, so it was unlikely that she would be able to play it so skillfully on her first try...

Jiang Yilan held the guitar, lowered her eyes and thought.

When she was playing just now, she could hear the melody in Ling Mujiang's body, and her doubts were dissipating little by little.

It looked like she had gotten away with it.

The place Zixu rented was a well-equipped mid-range community. It wasn't big, but it was decorated very cozily.

Jiang Yilan went upstairs first, leaving Ling Mujiang in the car to ponder.

"Boss Ling, is there something wrong with her?"

"Nothing." Ling Mujiang got out of the car and helped her move the things upstairs.

He always felt that he shouldn't give up his suspicion so easily. After all, the rock girl still lacked some decisive evidence... For example, moles, scars or other things that could confirm her identity.

It's getting a bit hot now.

After carrying a box of records upstairs, Ling Mujiang saw the girl sitting on the sofa waiting and walked to the fan.

He remembered that there was a small mole on the back of Jiang Yilan's shoulder where it could be covered by her clothes. Now people were wearing very cool clothes, so it was not difficult to reveal it.

As the fan turned on, he was about to look back when he saw the young man standing at the door.

"Moved here?"

The young man had a handsome face, with a righteous look between his brows and no extra expression. He was holding a suitcase in his hand, and it seemed that he had just returned from a business trip.

"It's you?" Jiang Yilan recognized him almost instantly.

The weird guy she met at Jiang Yiran’s birthday party, the bodyguard who gave her cookies, seemed to be called Shan.

"My name is Lin Zishan, and I live next door." Lin Zishan introduced himself politely.

With such a neighbor interrupting, today's horse-pecking exploration came to an end. Ling Mujiang was extremely annoyed and could only go downstairs obediently to move the boxes.

"you……"

Lin Zishan stared at him, frowning slightly.

Even with a strong mental state like Ling Mujiang, he was afraid that his name would be called out and cause embarrassment.

He knew Sheng Rong, and Lin Zishan's subordinates naturally knew him as well. If he was found out that he had nothing to do and came to work for a moving company, it would be embarrassing.

However, he was overthinking it.

"You can't keep dawdling like this. Let me help you." After saying that, he rolled up his sleeves and went downstairs with her to move the boxes.

Ling Mujiang fell silent.

Thank you, you don't have to be so enthusiastic!

Today's plan was completely messed up, and he didn't know whether to cry or laugh for a moment.

"Boss Ling, his arm muscles are really strong." Meng Mian was carrying a small cardboard box and whispered to his boss.

Then she witnessed the terrifying low pressure around Ling Mujiang.

Even if she was slow-witted, she knew her boss was in a bad mood. So after the move was complete, she grabbed Ling Mujiang and fled the scene at lightning speed.

She is very clear that she should stay away from unhappy things.

upstairs.

Jiang Yilan put the records in the box in order, turned her head to look at the young man, and smiled, "Thank you."

"My sister told me to learn to help others and build good relationships with people around me. I just listened to her." Lin Zishan picked up the records and helped put them on the high shelf.

"elder sister?"

"Well, she's a little older than me, taller, with long legs, and looks a lot like my mother." He gave a brief description.

Although the description was a bit abstract, Jiang Yilan guessed that this Miss Lin must be a beauty.

Life is back on track.

When Jiang Fu returned to school, he received great care from Teacher He.

To be precise, it's a mountain of homework.

"After you finish the mock exams for various subjects that you missed during this period, come to me and ask for the answers and comments." He Zhen handed over a small stack of papers.

Jiang Fu was very touched. At this touching moment, she really wanted to exchange her back with the real Jiang Yilan.

Saturday afternoon, in a coffee shop.

"For a moment, I felt a little sympathetic towards you." Sheng Lu looked at the girl in front of him whose face was exhausted from being overwhelmed by homework, and there was a little difficulty in suppressing the corner of his mouth.

"Are all Shenzhou students so unpredictable?" Jiang Fu rested his head on the table, his right hand trembling slightly. "I spent the whole night only writing half of it, and I can't continue."

Her fingers were already in the shape of a test pen.

"Why did you look for me when you are so busy?" She said seriously and talked about business.

Jiang Fu took out a sheet of music and handed it over. It was filled with deletions and revisions, and was densely written.

"To be honest, I really can't grasp Jiang Yilan's creative style. Can you help me take a look?"