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

Shen Jinshan was just emotional for a moment, and at this moment he felt Sang Ran's body gradually becoming soft, and he instantly loosened his strength.

Sang Ran slid to the ground.

Shen Jinshan looked at his palm blankly and panicked for a moment.

He didn't want to kill anyone. He just wanted to exchange resources with Sang Ran, not to kill her.

He quickly squatted down, stretched out his hand to feel Sang Ran's breath, and called out twice tentatively: "Sang Ran, Sang Ran?"

The woman in front of him didn't move at all, and her eyelashes didn't even flutter.

Shen Jinshan suddenly fell to the ground, looking a little dazed. He murmured, "I didn't mean to kill anyone. I didn't kill him. I didn't..."

"How to do how to do?"

Shen Jinshan stood up and frantically searched for his phone: "Call 120, the person is not dead yet, it's okay, it's okay..."

He was so frightened that he didn't notice the movement behind him.

Sang Ran supported herself on the floor and sat up, reaching out to touch the wine bottle on the carpet. She slowly stood up with the help of the bed, gritting her teeth, holding the handle of the bottle with both hands.

He approached quietly step by step, using all his strength to hit Shen Jinshan's head without leaving any room for him.

This time, the wine bottle made a crisp sound, and the bottle body shattered with the sound, and the wine mixed with blood flowed out.

The man in front of him fainted on the ground before he could even turn around.

Sang Ran threw away the bottle in his hand, staggered to open the door, and rushed out of the apartment building without looking back.

She couldn't help coughing as she ran. The sudden rush of air into her lungs made her lungs ache and swell. Tears rolled down the corners of her eyes, but she didn't dare to stop for a moment.

Sang Ran knew that in this situation, even if she tried her best, she could only have a glimmer of hope, as Shen Jinshan might wake up soon.

The scene before my eyes became increasingly distorted, the whole world was spinning, and the glass of wine I had just drunk was now taking effect.

She didn't know what was inside, but she could feel her head getting heavier.

Sang Ran's remaining desire to survive was almost unable to sustain her at this time. The world in her eyes turned into a two-dimensional picture with only blocks of pigments of different colors.

Through her blurry vision, she saw a park bench and stumbled over to it.

As soon as she sat down, everything in front of her eyes went dark, and she fell sideways on the recliner, motionless.

......

There was a drizzle in the sky, and the weather, which had just been sunny for two days, turned cloudy again. The whole world was shrouded in a gray-blue hue.

Sang Ran's eyelashes trembled slightly, and as soon as she opened her eyes a little, all the rain remaining on her eyelids flowed into her eye sockets.

There were dense raindrops on her face and on her lips, but her tightly closed lips were dry.

She endured the pain in her temple and forced herself to sit up. She felt soreness in her neck and the side of her body that was touching the recliner was so painful that she could hardly move.

Sang Ran looked around in confusion. She sat up with a big movement and couldn't help but let out a slight hiss.

She frowned and tried hard to recall what had happened from her aching mind.

Her head was dizzy and her reaction was slow. She pounded her temples weakly and let the rain hit her body.

A girl holding an umbrella happened to pass by in front of him. Sang Ran endured the dryness in his throat and called her: "Hello."

The girl looked over when she heard the voice. She quickly held the umbrella over Sang Ran and asked, "Why are you lying here?"

Sang Ran pulled the corner of his mouth: "Is it convenient to ask what time it is now?"

The girl lowered her head and glanced at her phone: "Ten twenty-four in the morning."

"Thank you..." Sang Ran nodded, stood up with the help of the stool armrest, and ran towards the dormitory without hesitation.

"Hey! Do you want me to call an ambulance for you..."

The girl's voice was left behind her.

Sang Ran returned to the dormitory and quickly took a shower and changed her clothes.

She had no other thoughts in her mind except one: she still had a chance to participate in the competition.

She didn't care what happened last night, she was going to participate in the competition. This was the last chance to decide whether she could advance.

When Sang Ran was blow-drying her hair in front of the mirror, she realized that her face had become extremely pale, and it didn't look like the color of a living person.

But the two blushes on her cheeks looked even weirder against her unnaturally fair skin.

Sang Ran didn't think too much about it. He simply tidied himself up and ran out of the dormitory building.

The studio is not far from the dormitory building, and it only takes about ten minutes to walk there. Sang Ran walked very fast the whole time.

Her body was sore, but her legs felt exceptionally relaxed, as if they were floating in mid-air with wires hanging from her body.

I just felt that my body was exceptionally light.

Sang Ran ran into the studio and the competition had already begun on the stage.

She pulled the corners of her mouth weakly and bowed slightly to the host: "Sorry, I'm late."

"Uh..." The host was also a little overwhelmed. He tried to pull the situation back, "It's okay, the competition has just started for more than ten minutes, you can go on stage and continue to participate."

Sang Ran nodded in agreement.

She walked to her fixed seat, sat down and raised her head, only to see Yu Zhou sitting opposite her.

He looked a little worried.

Sang Ran shook his head and chuckled, indicating that he was fine.

Now that the draft is in Yuzhou's hands, Sang Ran still has time to relieve his physical discomfort.

[My God, this Chinese player is too late. ]

【Didn't anyone notice that she looked very bad? 】

[Oh my god, what kind of fragile team is this? Yesterday one of our teammates asked for leave, and today this one is half dead again.]

[And that instructor had a bandage wrapped around his head early in the morning. ]

Sang Ran lowered his head and closed his eyes, trying not to delay the game for a while.

When there were ten seconds left in the competition, Sang Ran slowly opened her eyes. She inadvertently looked down at the stage, and her eyes were first attracted by Shen Jinshan who was sitting on the judges' panel.

His head was wrapped in white gauze, which was totally out of place, and he looked very listless.

When Sang Ran looked at him, he was also looking at Sang Ran, his eyes were blocked by the frames, and his emotions could not be seen.

Sang Ran's temple suddenly twitched, and a sense of fear from deep in his heart came over him, accompanied by a strong sense of uneasiness.

In an instant, my heartbeat accelerated violently.

Inspiring and enlightening.

"Hello?" Seeing Sang Ran distracted, the staff reminded her, "It's your turn."

Sang Ran regained his composure and nodded.

At this time, the competition is a creative thinking line draft. In short, there is no theme and the contestants are allowed to express themselves freely.

Sang Ran took the manuscript and looked at it, a little stunned. Yu Zhou actually successfully drew the theme on the manuscript.

Sang Ran studied the principles of creative thinking abroad. In any creative design, there are three different forms of expression.

From superficial and easy-to-understand thinking to deep meanings.

Yu Zhou spread out the entire surface of the paper and drew some lines that looked like hair, or like endless rice fields.