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

Sang Ran didn't expect that it took him five full minutes to type these few words.

"Sang Ran, who are you chatting with? Stop looking at your phone while walking." Yan Qi pulled Sang Ran to avoid a small piece of garbage under his feet.

Sang Ran looked at the message, not knowing how to respond.

Why can't it be him?

Sang Ran herself wasn't quite sure, but she could feel Pei Jingping's feelings for her, and it was definitely more than just mutual exploitation.

But why did she resist while at the same time unable to help getting closer?

She warned herself countless times that it would be best for her to keep out of the way of Pei Jingping, but she still indulged him invading her time and space time and time again.

After returning to China, Sang Ran felt that she encountered him too frequently.

She didn't answer, but the person on the other end didn't give her a chance to escape and directly made a voice call.

Sang Ran hesitated for a moment and said to Yan Qi, "Wait for me, I'm going to answer the phone."

Yan Qi nodded indifferently, watching the people coming and going on the street with boredom.

Sang Ran walked a few steps to the side and picked up the phone.

She didn't speak up.

There was silence on the other end of the phone.

The depressed atmosphere can be transmitted to each other even through the mobile phone.

Sang Ran glanced at Yan Qi who was waiting on the side of the road, and finally gave in: "Hey."

Pei Jingping's low voice came through the receiver, and he sighed softly: "Do you hate me?"

"I don't hate it." Sang Ran said truthfully.

"Then why can't it be me?"

Sang Ran felt a tightness in his chest and had difficulty breathing.

She guessed that it was Yao Ya who leaked the news, but she didn't have time to blame her at this moment.

Her mind was in a mess, as if countless ropes were tangled together and could not be cut or sorted out.

Seeing that she didn't answer, Pei Jingping asked again:

"I thought you were slowly accepting me, Sang Ran. If it hadn't been for that night, would I still have a chance to run for election?"

Sang Ran didn't know why he had to lower his posture so much.

She couldn't afford to campaign for the term, as if she were some rare treasure.

She's not that good.

She said: "Pei Jingping, there is no chance for us."

"Why?" The man's voice was muffled, full of self-doubt, or loss, anyway, it was an indescribable sadness.

Sang Ran didn't want to waste his time any more: "Love is a beautiful tragedy for me. It's my problem. I don't believe in lifelong relationships. It has nothing to do with you. You are good and you deserve better."

This rhetoric is almost overused.

But Sang Ran still said it. She was not saying it to be perfunctory, but she was sincere.

Pei Jingping should be with a girl who has a bright smile, is always warm and bright, can sense his sadness, and bravely respond to his passion.

Instead of Sang Ran.

Sang Ran is a coward.

Sang Ran endured the strange feeling in his chest and said, "I'm sorry, I'll send the suit to your company. Let's not meet again in the future."

After saying that, Sang Ran took the initiative to hang up the phone.

She stood there and adjusted her breathing several times, until the strange look on her face was gone before she walked back to Yan Qi.

"Let's go and welcome my new life."

Pei Jingping was like an intruder who suddenly inserted into Sang Ran's turbulent life because he gave Sang Ran a very cute daughter.

It was also because of him that Sang Ran lived alone in Milan for five years.

There is an unspeakable bond between him and her.

But that's all. Sang Ran doesn't want to have the love of anyone. If she has a preference, she will start to want to rely on others.

She was afraid that she would be like a cat with its belly turned inside out, exposing her vulnerable and sensitive parts, and would be killed by one blow.

If that was the case, she would rather never have had it.

Sang Ran didn't know why she could accept a formal marriage with someone else, but couldn't accept marrying someone who had clearly expressed his interest in her.

She didn't want to think about it anymore.

She walked in silence all the way to the agreed restaurant with Yan Qi. Yan Qi seemed to notice that she was in a bad mood and did not pull her aside to chat.

The blind date partner hasn’t arrived yet, and it is said that the work at hand has not been finished yet.

Yan Qi and Sang Ran ordered the dishes first.

Yan Qi couldn't stand her low mood after all, so he took the initiative to speak:

"Actually, today's blind date doesn't have to go through. If you're not willing, just treat it as a formality."

Sang Ran had a dazed look on his face the whole time, but when he heard Yan Qi's words, he forced a smile.

In fact, she no longer had the heart to go on blind dates, but it was like a task someone had given her, and she would force herself to complete it even if she didn't want to.

She said nonchalantly, "Why would I not want to? I don't have anyone I like. Even if we get married, it's just a name. At least the outside world won't have any influence on Sang Ning."

She said this, but inexplicably she thought of Pei Jingping in her mind.

He sent her a box of candied haws. Were all those phone calls just for a box of candied haws?

And just now when he was on the phone, he said, 'Why can't it be me?'

As Sang Ran thought about it, the smile on his lips unconsciously turned into a bitter smile.

She picked up her phone and took a look. As expected, he had not sent any more messages. She took the initiative to end their contact. There was no reason for the two people from the two worlds to meet each other anymore.

Unexpectedly, last night was the last time they saw each other.

Yan Qi took in her expression, and suddenly a hint of teasing appeared in his eyes: "Why do I feel like you are being sarcastic?"

Sang Ran was puzzled: "What's the irony?"

"I feel like." Yan Qi spoke slowly, as if he could see through Sang Ran with every word he said, "There's someone in your heart."

Sang Ran felt uncomfortable being stared at by him and avoided his sight: "Yes, the Party and the people!"

Her reaction made Yan Qi even more certain of what he was thinking.

Rather than Sang Ran just finding someone to go on a blind date with, he still hopes that she can meet someone she truly loves.

Sang Ran didn't know that in the hearts of others, she had always deserved the best love.

While the two were talking, a man wearing a white down jacket and white wide-leg pants walked in from the door.

The man had a row of cross earrings on his ears, a colorful tattoo was faintly visible on his neck, and his hands were covered with rings and accessories that were so dazzling that it hurt the eyes.

Sang Ran was sitting facing the door, so she was attracted by the man's outfit at first sight.

She had an inexplicable bad feeling.

The next second, the premonition came true.

The man looked around when he entered the store, and his eyes lit up when he saw their table.

Then he walked over swayingly.

He first patted Yan Qi who was facing the door with his back, and when Yan Qi noticed him and gave him his seat, he smiled at Sang Ran.

He introduced himself: "Are you Sang Ran? I'm Yan Qi's friend, you can call me Miss Chen."

Miss Chen......

"Yes, it's me, Miss Chen..." Sang Ran tried to manage his expression and speak with high emotional intelligence, "What a unique nickname."

Miss Chen gently turned the ring on her index finger and smiled back politely.

Sang Ran exchanged glances with Yan Qi, with a hint in his eyes: Is this what you mean, not obvious at all?

Yan Qi smiled bitterly. He was not very familiar with this person. Moreover, the last time they met was a year ago. He did not expect that he had changed so much.

The former Chen Dazhuang suddenly turned into Miss Chen.

Miss Chen didn't notice anything strange about the two of them. She spoke in a shrill voice and went straight to the point:

"So when are we getting married?"