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

What Wang Ma served on the table today was grape juice.

Sang Ran noticed.

As soon as she brought it to the table, Sang's mother signaled Wang Ma to pour some for Sang Ran: "Ran Ran likes it."

Sang Ran paused for a moment, then took the cup in silence.

Sang Huaimin also spoke up at the right time: "Your mother asked your grandmother about a lot of things you like to eat."

As he spoke, he picked up a piece of chicken wing and gave it to Sang Ran: "When you were little, we didn't let you eat it, but now you've grown up."

"Yes." Sang's mother took over the conversation, "The last time I had a good meal with you was at..."

She paused as she spoke.

After taking a look at Sang Ran's face, she continued, "I hope we can be a good family in the future. Mom doesn't blame you for resolutely giving birth to Sang Nian. It's mom who forgot that you have grown up."

……

Sang Ran ate the meal absent-mindedly. She was in mixed mood and naturally forgot the purpose of her visit today.

She did not take Pei Jingping to see the show.

Or rather, she was also shaken. Did she and the Sang family have to go to this extent? Tonight, Li Chuchu was not here, and Sang's husband and mother seemed to have returned to the past. Sang Ran actually felt a little love, which was ridiculous.

In the end, she didn't have the heart to ruin the atmosphere.

After being sent out, Sang Ran and Pei Jingping walked out side by side, neither of them spoke.

Sang Ran wanted to ask him if he said he wanted to pursue her that day because of the relationship between his grandmother and Old Lady Sang.

But I couldn't figure out what answer I wanted to hear.

She didn't understand why she wanted to ask him the reason.

When the evening breeze blows, people who have just left the indoor air conditioning will inevitably feel a little uncomfortable.

Sang Ran looked down at her toes, walking slowly and leisurely, as if deliberately trying to distance herself from Pei Jingping.

Pei Jingping's hand hanging by his side quietly approached her. A second seemed like a million years, and he was afraid of startling her, so he moved very gently.

She didn't notice that her soul was separated from her body, and she didn't feel his spiritual excitement.

Just as the two hands were about to touch, a bell suddenly rang.

Sang Ran lowered her head and reached into her bag to get her cell phone.

Pei Jingping was surprised. He raised his hand to cover up his mistake and scratched his head solemnly:

"The moon is so beautiful tonight, ahem."

Sang Ran took the time to look at him, somewhat puzzled.

Without thinking much, she answered the call from Yan Qi.

"Sang Ran, look at my brain, I forgot to remind you to go house hunting tonight!" Yan Qi's annoyed voice came from the receiver.

Although he pretended to be regretful, his voice was filled with unconcealable happiness.

Sang Ning checked the time on her phone; it was only 7:30 in the evening.

She listened to the singing and dancing over there: "It shouldn't be too late now."

"Not now!" Yan Qi said, "The owner of the house is drunk and can't show the house. Let's do it tomorrow."

It turned out to be to inform her.

Sang Ran was speechless, but she also had a problem. She had even forgotten about this matter.

She replied: "Okay, then you should be careful."

As soon as he finished speaking, the person on the other end hung up the phone.

Pei Jingping coughed twice: "How about going for a walk?"

Ever since the hot search incident, there has been an inexplicable atmosphere lingering between the two.

Sang Ran didn't even notice how unnatural she felt.

She thought for a moment and said, "Forget it. I want to go home early to be with Sang Ning."

"Then I'll take it to you."

Sang Ran did not refuse this time, which was considered as her consent.

Old Mrs. Sang’s words kept lingering in her ears, and she once again looked at the man beside her.

I used to think he was handsome, but distant and difficult to approach, like a flower in the mirror or a moon in the water, which can be seen but not touched.

Looking at him now, she could hardly ignore the fatigue between his brows.

When he looked at her, she realized that the emotion in his eyes that she had never been able to see was actually a spring of sadness.

The two looked at each other, neither of them noticing that they or the other had stopped.

The silvery moonlight mixed with the warm light from the street lamps sprinkled down, and there was a haziness lingering around them, as if looking at the moon through a veil, a little unreal.

Sang Ran heard her own voice: "Are you tired from work?"

"Not tired." Pei Jingping replied, and he subconsciously asked, "How about you?"

"Not tired."

After saying this, Sang Ran suddenly came to his senses and suddenly felt a little puzzled.

What does it have to do with her whether he is tired from work or not?

She hurriedly looked away and took small steps forward.

The two families were originally not far from each other, and today the distance seemed even shorter, and it didn't take long before they arrived at the door of Yao Ya's villa.

Sang Ran said goodbye to him: "Well, I'll go first. Thank you for preparing a gift for grandma, I will return it to you later."

“It’s not something I prepared.”

Sang Ran nodded and said nothing more.

If she wants to pay it back, it's no use just saying it here. It would be better to say thank you sincerely when she has money to pay it back.

She waved her hand: "Bye."

She turned slowly, her steps neither big nor fast.

"Sang Ran." He called her.

Sang Ran turned around: "What's wrong?"

She had just walked five or six steps to the door, and Pei Jingping only took two steps to reach her.

Pei Jingping took out a gift box from his pocket and handed it to Sang Ran.

"Although I didn't prepare grandma's gift, I prepared this for you."

Sang Ran looked at the small box, which was navy blue with a small beige bow tied on it.

She was puzzled, but also found it a little funny: "Why did you give me a gift?"

Pei Jingping looked at her with a serious expression as if he was reading some oath.

He said: "Today is the first day of being your boyfriend. Even though it's fake, this is indeed the first time in my life that I've used the identity of boyfriend."

"I'll give it to you as a gift to myself."

Sang Ran was a little shocked: "You've never been in love?"

Realizing that her thoughts had strayed too far, she tried to make up for it: "I meant that the gift was too expensive, and I didn't prepare any gift for you in advance."

Pei Jingping said seriously: "It's not a gift for you, it's a gift for myself as a sense of ritual, so don't feel any burden."

He pried Sang Ran's hand open and stuffed it into Sang Ran's hand with a tough attitude and an unquestionable momentum.

After handing her the gift box, he did not leave quickly and just maintained this posture.

Sang Ran felt the scorching heat from his fingertips, and the tips of her ears began to feel hot.

Her voice was tinged with panic: "Then I'll treat you to dinner next time."

After saying that, he clutched the gift box, turned around, opened the door and went into the villa as if escaping.

Yao Ya heard the sound of a door opening at the entrance. She turned around and saw Sang Ran had just closed the door and was adjusting his breathing.

Yao Ya: "Did you see a ghost?"

Sang Ran ignored her and bent down to change her shoes.

She asked, "Where's Sanning?"

"She's reading in her room." Yao Ya sighed, "You can go check her out. She's in a bad mood and doesn't want to talk to me."

Sang Ran nodded: "Thank you."

She walked up the stairs to Sang Ning's door and knocked twice.

"Ningning, can mommy come in?"

There was no sound in the house. Sang Ning had never been like this before.

Sang Ran sighed softly. She couldn't figure out what the little girl was sad about.

I simply squatted down against the door frame.

She whispered, "If you don't want me to go in, I won't go in."

"Mom is leaning against the door now. If you are not angry with me, come closer. I want to talk to you for a while."

She paused after she finished speaking, wanting to listen to what was going on inside the house.

Not long after, three knocks were heard on the door, which was Sang Ning's response to Sang Ran.

Sang Ran smiled faintly: "Let me guess what you are angry about... Did you have a conflict with your classmates? Probably not. Or did you hear something from your classmates?"

Sang Ning still didn't answer.

After a while, the young girl's childish voice rang out from inside the room, with a nasal tone, as if she had just cried:

"Mom, I'm about to open the door, be careful."

She was afraid that Sang Ran was leaning against the door and would fall if she opened it suddenly.