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

Did she meet him again? How long did they stay together? What did they do?

He taught Sang Ran how to play games, but Sang Ran cared so much about his words?

Just to get a compliment from that man?

Pei Jingping pretended to be confused: "Yuzhou? The one who sent you back last time?"

"Yes." Sang Ran then remembered that he didn't even know Yu Zhou's name.

Pei Jingping lowered his eyes to hide the emotions in them.

He still remembered the promise he made to Sang Ran a few days ago, that as long as he was the first, it would be fine.

All moral bottom lines are like landslides, precarious, and can collapse because of a single word from the other party.

But now the panic in his heart was about to overwhelm him, spreading from the deepest part of his heart to every part of his body, severely hitting his nerves.

Possessiveness does not mean love, but love must contain possessiveness, wanting to possess her and record every moment of her.

I admire and love her beauty and want to keep it secret from anyone, but I'm also afraid that she will be scared.

So I became cautious.

Pei Jingping had to admit it.

He was going crazy with jealousy.

He thought he was not a person who liked to think too much, but the moment he lowered his eyes, he couldn't help but think about the process of how they got to know each other.

When he thought of Sang Ran smiling at that man, his heart couldn't help but writhe.

Sang Ning walked over slowly: "Mom, who is Yu Zhou?"

"An uncle. I'll take you to meet him next time." Sang Ran took the time to reply.

"Oh." Sang Ning looked at Pei Jingping, "Dad, let's go to the study."

She was still thinking about doing her homework.

Pei Jingping still didn't raise his eyelashes, and no one knew what he was thinking.

He replied calmly: "You go first, I'll come up later."

"it is good."

The character on Sang Ran’s phone died again. He raised his head and met Pei Jingping’s gaze.

She narrowed her eyes and noticed his strangeness: "What's wrong with you?"

The corners of the man's eyes were unnaturally red, as if he had suffered a great injustice.

"It's okay." Pei Jingping's voice was a little hoarse. He sat next to Sang Ran, "Do you want me to teach you?"

Sang Ran raised her eyebrows in surprise: "You can fight too?"

"Yeah." Pei Jingping said indifferently, "I can do everything others can do."

Sang Ran naturally didn't understand the meaning of his words and happily moved closer to him.

Although she didn't know why the man was in such a low mood, she still felt that Pei Jingping looked particularly charming at this moment.

Like a destroyed magnolia flower, it exudes coldness, alienation, and a pitiful fragility.

She tilted her head back and placed a gentle kiss on the corner of the man's lips.

Pei Jingping suddenly stopped.

His Adam's apple rolled and a bitter smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Forget it, as long as she is happy.

Pei Jingping sat next to Sang Ran, held her in his arms, and taught Sang Ran how to operate it step by step.

He told Sang Ran some basic rules of the game so that Sang Ran would not rush into the fountain on the opposite side.

Sang Ran almost understood, and broke free from his arms: "Okay, go to work, Sang Ning is still waiting for you upstairs."

"Ah."

Sang Ran looked at Pei Jingping's back, left the game training ground, and sat on the sofa thinking about something.

There has been an invisible stone pressing down on her heart, and she still feels depressed and can't breathe.

She walked to the tablet of Old Lady Sang and lit a stick of incense silently.

"Grandma, do you think I'm selfish?" She murmured as she looked at the photo of Grandma Sang.

Naturally, no one responded to her.

Yu Zhou's investment undoubtedly gave Sang Ran a push. She now had a better reason to convince herself to go to France.

What followed was endless guilt and entanglement.

She knew that she had to put the overall situation first and focus on her career, but sometimes she would wonder if she could take a gamble without hesitation.

If I don't go to France to develop, I believe I can achieve great success if I stay in the country.

Obviously it can't be done.

But she really didn't know how Pei Jingping would react, whether he would be angry or sad.

If they really want to break up, can this relationship continue?

Sang Ran calmed down, opened Weibo on his phone and edited a message.

[Sang Ran V]: [Product Image][Product Image] Thank you all for your support. Now the number of my fans has exceeded one million. I would like to introduce myself again this time.

My name is Sang Ran and I’m a designer. Everyone knows this. Many people asked me for links to the outfits I posted before. Now I’m making an official announcement:

Angres is a brand I personally founded. Maybe many people in China have not heard of it. Now I will turn this brand to the domestic market. The flagship store is located in Jiaxin Shopping Mall on Anyang Street in the center of Kyoto City.

It officially opened on April 4th. Anyone who visits the store and shows that they are following this Weibo account will enjoy a 19% discount.

She has already determined the opening time and estimated the completion time for the product promotional photos shooting. Now is the right time to make the official announcement.

Sun Yi’s internet speed has always been very fast. When she saw Sang Ran’s Weibo post, she immediately reposted it and wrote: Happy cooperation.

Sang Ran did not originally hold much hope for Angris' domestic market, but once this Weibo post was sent, the number of comments below increased by several per second.

[What? Angris belongs to Sister Sang? ]

[Wow, Ethan really has you. I hit you again. ]

[Sister, you are too modest. Do you know how many people want to buy your product? ]

[I just passed by and I always thought that Angres was a foreign brand, but I didn't expect it to be created by Chinese. I take back my previous statement that users who bought it are worshipping foreign things. ]

[I asked the school beauty for the link a few days ago, but I waited for a long time but didn’t get it. ]

[Hurry up and release new products!!! If you really can’t, you can do pre-sale, it’s really hard to get them. 】

[Does this mean that Sun Yi was chosen as the spokesperson? ]

【Add a super topic now. 】

The following were all netizens’ exclamations and urging Sang Ran to upload new products as soon as possible.

Sang Ran had never anticipated this situation. She thought that after the last incident, she would be criticized for this Weibo post.

It seems that we really need to design some new models in the next few days to be used as opening promotional items for Angres.

......

"Chu Chu, the cheongsam you sent me last time seems to be a little ill-fitting at the waist." Xian Jingcheng pouted and let Li Chuchu measure her.

Li Chuchu smiled and said, "Really? I'm participating in competitions during this period, so I really can't spare any time. I can only let others do it."

"I'll measure you again," she said flatteringly, "I'll do it myself this time."

"Okay, the pattern and color will be the same as the one you used a few years ago."

Li Chuchu's smile froze: "That style is a bit outdated now, how about changing it?"

"Ah?" Xian Jingcheng was a little unhappy, "I came to you just because I liked that model."

"Oh well."

After measuring, Li Chuchu put away the measuring tape. She packed up the tool bag she carried with her, but her movements were extremely slow.

She had someone tattoo a butterfly birthmark on her waist, which looks almost the same as Sang Ran's.

The only problem now is how to let Xian Jingcheng see it.

As his eyes moved, an idea immediately popped up in his mind.