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

Seeing that Old Lady Sang was about to lose her temper, Sang Ran reached out and held her back.

Sang Huaimin also spoke up and angrily rebuked Sang's mother: "Don't talk back to mom."

Sang Ran felt a little nauseous as she watched the servants carrying plates of food to the table.

He secretly patted his chest twice, but ultimately couldn't swallow back the sadness and grievance.

She took Old Lady Sang's words to heart.

There is nothing owed or not. As long as she is alive, she should always put herself first, right?

However, if I really break with the Sang family, it will not be so easy to see Old Lady Sang in the future.

She spoke, her voice lacking emotion, but everyone present could feel the power in it:

"If you think I'm an outsider, why did you ask me to come back for the family dinner?"

Feeling the supportive gaze of Old Lady Sang, Sang Ran made up his mind:

"If you really don't want to see me, then just sever ties with me and put an end to it. Why do you keep provoking me to make up for the family affection you owe me? You're talking as if you were so good to me in the past."

Sang Ran was feeling unwell and in a bad mood today because of drinking the glass of juice. Now she saw Aunt Wang passing by with a jug of orange juice.

She sneered.

Last time at my grandma’s birthday party, we also had orange juice. She didn’t say anything and wasn’t too lazy to make a fuss.

This time again.

She stopped Wang Ma and took the orange juice from her hand.

"I don't know how much you love me, but I'm allergic to oranges, did you know that?"

No one spoke, just staring at her actions.

Mr. and Mrs. Sang had complicated expressions, and seemed to be mixed with a bit of guilt.

Sang Huaimin: "Why didn't you tell me earlier? I would have prepared something else for you."

Sang Ran bit her lower lip until it turned white. She didn’t know if it was because she was not feeling well, but she just felt a sour feeling at the tip of her nose.

He still didn't understand what she meant, or maybe he was pretending to be stupid and didn't want to understand.

She quickly lowered her head and eyes to hide her emotions.

The usually proud white swan quietly licked the mud on its body and tidied its feathers.

When I looked up again, I was still bright and beautiful.

Her eyes fell on Li Chuchu:

"Don't bother me, or I'll leave you with nothing."

This is the final warning.

Li Chuchu would guard her own piece of land well and she was willing to keep out of her own business.

Otherwise, she won't indulge anymore.

After saying that, the container slipped out of his hand and the orange juice gushed out, spraying onto the ground, making a mess.

She turned and left, leaving a message: "I will ask a lawyer to draft an agreement. If you don't sign it, I have plenty of ways to bring down your Sang Group."

Those who are barefoot are not afraid of those who wear shoes; the enemy is in the light while she is in the dark.

What's more, during the two years when she took over Sang's, there was no corporate secret that she didn't know.

In the past, she was just concerned about the little bit of affection that was left.

Now it seems that there is not even a single point left.

After walking out of the Sang family villa, he couldn't help but vomited while holding onto a tree by the roadside.

After vomiting for a while, she heard a sound behind her. She stood up straight and pretended nothing happened, waiting for the person to leave.

This time the allergy symptoms were more severe than before. My temples ached slightly and the scenes in front of my eyes began to spin.

As the world spun, I could vaguely see a blurry white thing in front of my eyes. Upon closer inspection, it looked like a piece of tissue paper.

She reached out to take it, trying her best not to look strange: "Thank you."

I turned my head to see who it was, but my legs felt weak and I couldn't support the weight of my body, so I staggered backwards.

"Be careful."

The man quickly grabbed her arm.

Sang Ran was pulled into his arms, and the discomfort was slightly relieved when she smelled the faint mint scent on him.

Her mind was no longer flexible and she just did whatever she felt based on her physical instinct.

She put her arms around the man's strong waist and smiled foolishly:

"You smell so good."

She raised her head, stepped on tiptoe, reached the man's neck, and sniffed a few times:

"It smells so good here, too, hehe."

"vomit."

He vomited again and then fainted completely.

Pei Jingping: "......"

He looked down and saw Sang Ran's face was unnaturally flushed.

I touched her forehead and found no sign of fever.

He picked up the limp person and stuffed him into the back seat of the car. He then took off his vomit-stained grey cotton jacket and threw it into the trunk.

Pei Jingping opened the passenger door and took out loratadine from the armrest box.

The most serious time Sang Ran suffered from allergies was in high school. At that time, several ignorant girls in her class heard about her allergy and expressed disbelief.

So I secretly took a drink that contained 90% orange juice and lied to her that it was passion fruit juice.

The physical education class had just ended and the weather was hot. Sang Ran was very thirsty and didn't think much about it, so he took a few gulps.

Just like Zhu Bajie eating the ginseng fruit, she didn't taste the flavor until the last bite.

Unfortunately, it was too late and he fainted on the spot.

Since then, Pei Jingping has made a special effort to learn about the symptoms of orange allergies, so now he can tell the cause of Sang Ran's illness at a glance.

From that day on, he always carried allergy medicine with him.

Over time, it became a habit, and he even keeps it in his home and car now.

He took out some mineral water and fed it to her before laying her down again.

He stood outside and called Yao Ya:

"Sang Ran is allergic. When will you come back? She is uncomfortable sleeping in the car."

It was very noisy over there at Yao Ya's place, and one could vaguely hear the vendors hawking their wares.

She exclaimed, "What?"

"I'll be right back!" When the call was hung up, she muttered, "You didn't say yesterday that you felt uncomfortable sleeping in the car."

Pei Jingping sighed helplessly.

He had no choice. If they hadn't been in the car yesterday, Sang Ran would probably have preferred to freeze to death rather than stay in a room alone with him.

Suddenly she felt a little self-doubtful. Was his character so bad in her impression?

Pei Jingping wanted to see if the rash on Sang Ran's body had faded a little, but unfortunately the seat was almost entirely occupied by Sang Ran.

He had no choice but to use his knees to push her legs apart, barely making a small space for himself to crawl through.

The redness on her face has faded a lot, but there is still some on her neck, which cannot be covered by foundation.

He picked up her hand again, the rash on it had not completely disappeared. He looked at her face again, and after a while, he gently played with her hair and smoothed her frown.

He was afraid of waking her up, so his eyes flickered a few times, he took a deep breath, and moved back.

Just as he was about to retreat, his wrist was suddenly grabbed.

Pei Jingping looked up, but Sang Ran was not awake.

Her mouth was just slightly open, as if she was saying something.

Pei Jingping: "Sang Ran? Still feeling uncomfortable?"

There was a slight whimpering sound in the quiet carriage, and a crystal teardrop slid down Sang Ran's cheek from the corner of her eye.

Pei Jingping noticed this and his heart suddenly ached.

Sang Ran woke up after her tears flowed out.

But she did not open her eyes, allowing her suppressed emotions to surge.

She has no home anymore… no mom or dad anymore.

She was too stubborn and refused to admit it.

Her parents were busy, but she said she could do it herself and not let them worry.

Li Chuchu came back and said it didn’t matter because she had a younger sister now.

Later, her parents were partial to her, but she said it didn't matter because her sister suffered a lot outside.

Later, her parents hated her more and more, but she said it didn't matter, she was grown up and could live on her own.

Actually, it does matter.

She could not wait for their love, nor their compensation.

This game of identity confusion ultimately found a legitimate excuse for their dereliction of duty, and she no longer had any identity to claim.

Pei Jingping let her hold his hands, and he didn't move even though he felt a little sore.

He lowered his head, neither listening nor looking.

His comfort was not as satisfying as letting her vent directly.

Sangran is a flower that grows on cliffs. It is unique and beautiful.

Few people have seen her on rainy days.

But if people saw her struggling in the rain, then it would not be so easy for her to bloom again.

At this moment, the only thing he could do was to protect her proud self-esteem and let the lonely flower be briefly washed by the rain.

And she could straighten her proud branches in front of him at any time.

There was no need to be embarrassed, he had never seen her in such a state of disarray.