Hot sweet wife: Mr. President, don't be arrogant

As soon as these words came out, Han Yuejun's expression darkened instantly.

"Snapped!"

The chopsticks were smashed directly on the table.

"You still have the guts to mention this matter, Han Yanran, why did I give birth to a daughter like you, so thick-skinned that I have no shame." Han Yuejun immediately yelled.

Han Yanran didn't speak, but the gazes of the people in front of her made her feel like a prisoner being watched.

She put down the bowls and chopsticks in her hand and stood up, "I'm full, you go on."

After finishing speaking, Han Yanran simply turned and left.

In the dining hall, Han Xiaomei couldn't help frowning as she looked at her straight back.

Even though her appearance has been ruined, Han Yanran still can't see any trace of humbleness in her body. In this family, she always seems to be cold and arrogant.

What she hates the most is Han Yanran's virtue!
It seems that she is the most noble and magnanimous in the whole world!
snort!
Mother Han glanced at several people, her eyes were a little hesitant to speak, but she didn't say anything in the end.

……

In the room, Han Yanran held a cup of tea and breathed lightly.

With a bit of comfort, I took a sip lightly, but I only felt that there was no usual aroma in my mouth.

Han Xiaomei came up to see her, and said in a blunt tone: "Han Yanran, Daddy just said that I want you to go with me to the investment promotion dinner tonight."

Han Yanran didn't even raise her eyes, "Oh, aren't you worried that I'll steal your limelight?"

"Daddy and Mommy said, you go to such occasions more often, and you know more about dressing up than me."

Han Xiaomei walked to the cloakroom step by step, "Let us two sisters prepare clothes and jewelry together. Let me see, my sister should have quite a lot of these things. Over the years, you have the most clothes and jewelry at home."

Han Yanran drank tea and glanced at her.

The opponent's eyes were full of ridicule and jealousy at this time.

Han Xiaomei glanced at Han Yanran with some envy. Han Yanran's figure can wear those dresses, she is completely a hanger, it can be said that she doesn't need to pick clothes at all.

She didn't know how many times she was jealous of Han Yanran...

Han Yanran looked at Han Xiaomei who was wandering in her cloakroom, but she didn't intend to stop her at all.

The clothes are all hers and the sizes are hers.

It's not that she is boasting, she and Han Xiaomei have completely different body and temperament, and the style of dressing is not the same style.

Let Han Xiaomei come to her to choose clothes?
How can it be!

To say that there are not a lot of things prepared for the princess at home, but Han Xiaomei still insists on running to her.

So, Xiaomei Han just wanted to show off in front of her?
Han Yanran drank the tea lazily, and didn't bother to pay attention to it.

Just take it, anyway, she can take it if she likes it, if she dares to wear it, she won't be called Han Yanran.

Han Xiaomei looked through Han Yanran's cloakroom, and selected a round of long skirts and short skirts, as well as limited special clothing.

"Han Yanran, your skirt is outdated, it seems to be from last year."

Han Yanran glanced at her, but didn't say much.

All her clothes were bought before, and she hasn't bought clothes since her face was injured. Naturally, she can't compare to Han Xiaomei who always asks for the latest styles.

Han Xiaomei picked from a pile of clothes, and finally pulled out a water-blue evening dress.