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

Although it was already dark, the backyard was intricately lit, and everything could be seen clearly.

With just one glance, her body stiffened.

There was a clear butterfly-shaped birthmark on Sang's waist, neither big nor small, and exactly the same as he remembered.

"Wait!" she suddenly said.

The four people walking in front turned back inexplicably.

Lu Hongzhi didn't believe that there was such a coincidence, so he just indulged his wife and was always indifferent to Sang Ran.

It was not until then, when he heard his wife's voice, that he suddenly remembered this matter.

Looking at his wife's red eyes, his gaze quietly fell on Sang's waist.

When he saw it, even he couldn't help but be surprised for a moment, and the expression on his face almost couldn't be suppressed.

However, he was always cautious in his actions. He quickly entered the swimming pool, put his arm around his wife's shoulders, pretended to comfort her, but quietly put his head next to her ear and coaxed her softly.

"Don't make it public yet. We can't be sure yet. We still need to do a paternity test."

Xian Jingcheng stared blankly at Sang Ran, and almost couldn't hold back the tears in his eyes.

When she heard her husband's words, she quickly lowered her head and adjusted her mood.

She slowly pushed her husband away, indicating that she was fine, and then slowly walked out of the swimming pool and came to Sang Ran: "You have something here, I'll help you get it off."

Sang Ran had just felt a little nervous because of her gaze, but only after hearing her say this did he slowly feel relieved.

She let Xian Jingcheng come around behind her and help her take the things off her body.

"Okay." Xian Jingcheng said softly, "You guys go back first. I'm not feeling well, so I won't see you off for now."

"Old Lu, send them off."

"it is good."

Only after he sent the people away did Lu Hongzhi push open the bedroom door. Xian Jingcheng had already washed up and was half lying on the bed, holding a photo frame in his hand.

She heard the man come in, looked up, and her face was already covered with tears.

Lu Hongzhi walked to the bed and sat down. He spoke in a mature voice that only middle-aged men can, but with an unusual tenderness: "Don't think too much about it. I always feel that it won't be such a coincidence."

Their baby had been lost for so many years, how could they meet him like this? The probability is too low.

Lu Hongzhi also missed his only child very much, but in his heart, he always believed that baby Lu was in great danger.

Xian Jingcheng touched the photo frame, her voice choking: "Old Lu, you don't know, this is an intuition, I felt that the child was very different from the first time I saw her."

She gave birth to the baby after ten months of pregnancy and spent five years with the baby day and night. Blood is thicker than water.

This time, she had a strong premonition.

She picked up the half of her hair that was packed in a plastic bag on the bedside table and handed it to Lu Hongzhi: "Go to the hospital for a paternity test tomorrow. I believe she is our baby."

Xian Jingcheng said this and began to sob softly again.

After she recovered, she pushed away the man who was holding her and asked, "I think Jingping came to you today because he has something to say. He has never asked you for help since he came to you once for the company's business."

She was a little curious about what it was.

"Ah!" Lu Hongzhi sighed softly, "This kid is exactly like me when I was young. He gets confused when it comes to love."

Xian Jingcheng was even more curious: "About Sang Ran?"

"Well, I don't know what Shen Jinshan did to the other person's wife. He didn't tell me the details. It seems that he is very angry. He asked me to help him deal with Shen Changan."

Xian Jingcheng said: "That kid? He is not a good guy."

"Who said it wasn't? Jing Ping directly took 10.05% of his company's shares." Lu Hongzhi shook his head, "How could I possibly accept it?"

"So...what do you think? Do you want help?"

Lu Hongzhi looked at his wife: "I can't help."

He glanced at the picture frame his wife was holding and softened his attitude a little: "Let's wait until the paternity test results come out. If Sang Ran is really our daughter, we will get revenge even if it means risking our lives."

But we still don’t know exactly what Shen Jinshan did.

In fact, Pei Jingping was not very clear either. He just heard Yao Ya ask Sang Ran’s roommate and said that she was called to Shen Jinshan’s room that day.

After not returning home all night, she fell seriously ill the next day. Later, Shen Jinshan disqualified Sang Ran from the competition in public due to unreasonable demands.

However, he could probably guess a little about this situation.

But I never dared to ask in detail, for fear that Sang Ran would recall bad things.

He drove with a sullen face and returned home smoothly. Without waiting for Sang Ran to coax Sang Ning to sleep, he handed Sang Ning directly to her aunt.

Then he pulled Sang Ran into the elevator.

"What's wrong with you?" Sang Ran asked tentatively.

Pei Jingping had his back to her, but when he heard this, he turned around and slapped the wall of the elevator, locking Sang Ran inside.

The distance between the two people in the small space was instantly shortened.

His eyes were far from gentle, and rather contained a sense of settling scores, and even his breathing became heavier.

Sang Ran shrank his neck timidly, not knowing how he had offended him.

The elevator stopped, and Sang Ran glanced at the elevator door and wanted to slip out.

Unexpectedly, the next second, the man picked her up sideways. He strode out of the elevator with Sang Ran and put her directly on the bed.

Very fierce.

He was said to be fierce, but he put his hands behind Sang Ran's head, afraid that he would not be able to control his strength and hit Sang Ran.

He was leaning against the bed with his whole body, loosely pressing on Sang Ran.

Sang Ran was a little scared, but inexplicably wanted to laugh, so she just looked at him.

She said recklessly: "Right, this fits my stereotype of a domineering CEO. He deserves to be pushed against the wall."

Pei Jingping's expression froze and he almost couldn't hold it together.

"Hey! What are you doing?"

Without waiting for Sang Ran to slip out with a grin, the man pulled himself away, squatted down, and grabbed her ankles.

He reached out and took off Sang Ran's shoes, then took off her socks, completely ignoring Sang Ran's resistance.

After taking off one foot, he scanned it carefully and then took off the other one.

"What are you doing?" Sang Ran's voice was filled with anger.

Pei Jingping raised his head and gave her a cold look: "Don't move."

After saying that, he quickly took off Sang Ran's socks and started to check them.

Sang Ran seemed to understand something. No wonder this man looked so unhappy tonight. It turned out that he noticed the injury on her foot.

Is he worried about her?

Thinking of this, Sang Ran raised the corners of her lips, and let him finish reading before she smiled and said, "Oh, it's healed now. It's not a serious injury. Just apply some medicine and it will be fine."

Pei Jingping released his grip on her ankle only after hearing this.

He sat aside with a stern face, not saying a word, with his back to Sang Ran.

Sang Ran curled her lips, rolled her eyes, and put her feet on his legs again.

"What?" The man's voice was filled with resentment, like a wronged golden retriever, still stubborn and refusing to look back.

The room was dimly lit, with only light coming from the living room, so no one noticed his red ears.

Sang Ran's white and tender feet tapped on his legs unscrupulously: "You hurt me."

She herself didn't even notice the coquettishness in her tone.

Pei Jingping silently grabbed Sang Ran's ankle and rubbed it, pretending to be indifferent and said, "Is this better?"

"No."

"Then I'll go get you some medicine." After he said that, he wanted to stand up.

Sang Ran was quick to act. She sat up swiftly, hugged his thin waist from behind, and put her head on his back.

The man paused.

Sang Ran's voice was more vulnerable than ever before, her tone full of nostalgia, she said softly:

"How about we not get divorced?"