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

Sang Ran couldn't help but look at Qiao Chang again. To be honest, his appearance didn't match his actual age.

She smiled calmly: "Is it convenient for us to talk about the project now?"

Qiao Chang glanced at Sang Ran, then took off the shoes he had just put on and changed into home slippers.

He casually took out two pairs of new disposable slippers from the cabinet and handed them to Sang Ran:

"Of course, once we make an appointment, it must be kept. I just have a bad memory, not a bad character, haha."

He explained his behavior.

Sang Ran obediently changed into slippers. She knew in her heart that anyone sitting in their position would be embarrassed.

Who doesn’t care about the outside world’s evaluation?

The aunt at home was mopping the floor. When she heard the noise, she looked up and glanced at a few people.

Qiao Chang ordered her: "Go and pour two glasses of orange juice, freshly squeezed."

Then he looked at Sang Ran and said, "My daughter only likes to drink orange juice. We don't have anything else to treat her at home. Please don't be so polite."

Sang Ran: "Mr. Qiao is too polite. I have a connection with your daughter. We both like to drink orange juice."

Qiao Chang raised his eyebrows: "That's really a coincidence."

He seemed to be in a good mood: "You happen to be a designer. I bought a new four-piece suit for my daughter. She likes it very much, but this one is a designer style. There is only this one on the market. Can you help me see if I can find a similar style?"

As he spoke, he invited the two to go inside and pushed open a door.

Qiao Chang walked in first and put his hands on the four-piece suit:

"It's a pity that it can't be washed. Once washed, it will be ruined."

Sang Ran looked over and saw a cream-white Tencel four-piece suit. Due to the material, the suit had a high glossy surface and a soft feel.

At this time, the sunlight from outside the window came in and fell on it, casting a layer of golden light, like a dream.

It’s just that this material should be more suitable for summer use.

"It's really good. Whether it's the workmanship, embroidery or stitching, it can be called perfect." She asked casually, "Doesn't Miss Qiao often go home to live?"

Qiao Chang sighed, with a look of desolation in his eyes: "Yes, the girl has her own ideas when she grows up."

At this time, the nanny came in with some juice, and Sang Ran took it and thanked her.

Qiao Chang called out, "Don't stand so far away, come closer and take a look."

Sang Ran nodded in agreement, but just as he took a step, he was tripped by the carpet. He held the cup steadily, but the juice spilled all over the bed.

Xin Beibei couldn't help but exclaim.

The smile on Qiao Chang's face paused, then he raised the corners of his mouth again.

Sang Ran apologized quickly. As soon as he said that the clothes could not be washed, she got the four-piece suit dirty.

Qiao Chang didn't show any unhappy expression: "It's okay, it's okay."

Sang Ran said that he knew some similar four-piece sets and wanted to compensate him.

Qiao Chang naturally wouldn't ask Sang Ran to compensate: "I brought you to see it, it's not your fault."

Qiao Chang asked his aunt to pour another glass of orange juice and took Sang Ran to the living room.

Sang Ran still felt bad, but Qiao Chang obviously didn't want to talk about this topic anymore, so she stopped talking.

Auntie brought the juice again.

Qiao Chang gestured to Sang Ran to take a sip. Although she didn't really want to drink it, Qiao Chang seemed to want her to taste it.

She picked up the cup and took a sip.

It tastes just like ordinary orange juice, sour and sweet. She praised it sincerely:

"Well, no wonder Miss Qiao likes to drink it, it is indeed refreshing and leaves a lingering fragrance on the lips and teeth."

Qiao Chang smiled and nodded, then talked to Sang Ran about this and that.

Whenever Sang Ran talked about the project, he would change the subject.

Of course Sang Ran knew that this was not just because she had just wet her four-piece suit.

It is impossible for Qiao Chang to reach this position without being able to distinguish between public and private affairs and act on impulse.

Unless, he has too high standards and his requirements for his partners are not limited to ability.

He cares more about how he behaves as a human being.

After that, Sang Ran didn't mention anything about the project. She chatted with Qiao Chang for a while and then said goodbye.

She changed her shoes and walked out: "Then I won't bother Mr. Qiao for now. We can play mahjong together when we have time in the future."

Qiao Chang smiled, waved his hand and closed the door.

Xin Beibei let out a long breath, took a few breaths, and then her face became anxious again:

"Sister Sang, what should we do? It looks like there's no hope."

Sang Ran stretched out a hand towards her.

Xin Beibei was puzzled: "What's wrong, sister?"

Sang Ran pointed to her notebook and said, "Take it out."

Xin Beibei took it out obediently, and Sang Ran turned to the back, and sure enough, Xin Beibei had written down the entire conversation.

Sang Ran pointed at Qiao Chang and said that it cannot be washed.

She asked Xin Beibei: "Can Tencel be washed?"

Xin Beibei looked confused. She thought for a moment and said, "You can wash it."

Sang Ran curled her lips: "That's right."

Sang Ran said this and pressed the elevator button.

Xin Beibei jogged behind, still confused: "But the juice was indeed spilled on it."

The implication is that no matter whether it can be washed or not, Sang Ran has already offended someone.

Entering the elevator, Sang Ran pressed the first floor button and said in an unfathomable tone:

"remember."

She raised her chin and motioned Xin Beibei to pick up the notebook.

Xin Beibei didn't understand, but she still did as she was told.

Sang Ran: "Whether the carpet will trip someone or not is up to the person who trips."

Xin Beibei: “Ah?”

After a moment's pause, he wrote it down in his notebook.

It is really hard to understand what Sister Sang says.

The elevator stopped on the first floor. Sang Ran walked out, took out her phone from her bag, and flipped through it:

"Go get all of Miss Qiao's information, and ask President Yan for a purchase amount of 200,000 yuan."

"Two hundred thousand?"

Sang Ran stopped and looked at her: "Just tell him that he can get double the profit."

Xin Beibei nodded repeatedly: "Oh oh."

After explaining everything, she didn't say anything more, and Xin Beibei stopped a car on the side of the road.

Sang Ran opened her phone to look at Miss Qiao's profile and casually agreed to a friend request on WeChat.

The avatar is a kitten and the nickname is also a cat emoji.

There was no time to figure out who it was. After Xin Beibei received Yan Qi's approval, Sang Ran changed the destination.

"Master, let's go to the nearest mall."

Xin Beibei's brain cells were almost burned out after going out with Sang Ran, but she didn't ask the reason and just followed Sang Ran's arrangements obediently.

After the two arrived at the mall, Sang Ran took Xin Beibei straight to the luxury store.

The waiter in the store came forward to greet her, but Sang Ran signaled that she didn't need to follow and could just walk around casually.

After visiting several stores, Sang Ran finally chose a brown and silver second-generation Hermès KELLY bag.

After paying, she told the salesperson:

"Send it for me."

Then he wrote down the address of Miss Qiao’s school—it was in the information sent by Xin Beibei.

She asked for another piece of paper, wrote a few words on it, and put it in her bag.

Then he edited a text message on his phone:

[Mr. Qiao, I am very sorry for soiling your daughter's favorite four-piece suit today. The value of beloved things cannot be measured. I picked out a bag for your daughter as compensation. I hope you don't mind it.]

Xin Beibei came forward, very puzzled:

"Sister Sang, isn't it too deliberate to take credit for it so directly?"

And that four-piece set is not worth the price at all.

Sang Ran smiled lightly, "Of course you have to invite people who have done you a good deed. Put the favor on the table, and even those who want to play dumb will have to pay it back."

Xin Beibei suddenly realized what was going on. When she nodded, she accidentally glanced at Sang Ran's arm and exclaimed:

"Sister Sang, there are so many red spots on your hands!"