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

Under normal circumstances, Sang Ran would not have the authority to check the surveillance inside the bar, but as luck would have it, this bar was opened by Qiao Zhi.

She watched Ning Xiaogu's back as he left. The light was dim and she didn't notice Sang Ran.

Sang Ran didn’t have Qiao Zhi’s WeChat, so she found the information that Ai Xuan had sent her when she first arrived at Only Company, and added her using her phone number.

After going to the bathroom, she went back and saw a person on the field who shouldn't be there - Gao Rufeng.

Sang Ran raised an eyebrow: "Why are you here?"

Gao Rufeng was sitting next to Yao Ya, drinking wine sip by sip.

He heard the voice and raised his head, his expression was tired and dejected, his beard was unkempt, and he looked unhappy.

He picked up a new cup, filled it with wine and handed it to Sang Ran: "Drink with me."

Sang Ran: “…”

It seems that she is just a tool today.

Since he had already drunk, a few more glasses wouldn’t make a difference. Sang Ran took the glass and clinked it with him.

Gao Rufeng stared at the wine in the glass and said slowly, "I broke up with my family."

Sang Ran didn't say anything, but secretly felt that these two people were indeed a perfect match.

He continued, "Actually, I left home for no reason. The main reason was... I was worried about her." He looked at Yao Ya, who had fallen asleep on the side, "I was worried that she would have no money to spend, and that I couldn't afford to support her."

Sang Ran chuckled: "It's okay, there's still Pei Jingping. If things get worse, there's still me."

Gao Rufeng lowered his head: "Do you really think that the money was given to her by Pei Jingping?"

He asked Pei Jingping to find a suitable excuse to give the money to Yao Ya and try to meet her basic needs without being discovered by her.

Sang Ran obviously didn't expect this, and there was a moment of surprise on his face.

"She is willful and has been spoiled since she was a child. I know it's not good for her to be spoiled like this, but what can I do?" He sighed, "I can't bear to see her suffer."

Sang Ran was somewhat moved. She raised her head and drank the wine in the glass. "Are you afraid that if one day you can't protect her, she will not be able to bear the huge gap."

"afraid."

"I don't know what to do. Now, I can no longer support her financially."

He has always been in charge of the family business. This time, breaking up with his father not only made him lose his job, but it may even be difficult for him to support himself.

He laughed at himself and said, "From now on, I may have to live in your house every day. You won't find me annoying, right?"

"Yes." Sang Ran said honestly, "Are you going to stop here because I think you're annoying?"

"I have to live here even if you bother me."

They both realized it was a joke and the atmosphere eased a little.

Sang Ran spent the whole night accompanying this man and that man, and even though she could drink quite a bit, she was still dizzy when she got home.

She didn't know what time it was when Yao Ya and Gao Rufeng, who had sobered up, took her home.

The lights in the living room were still on. The man was sitting on the sofa, supporting his knee with one hand and holding a mobile phone to his ear with the other hand.

He heard a noise at the door and stood up to look.

Sang Ran stood between the two of them, with a dreamy smile on her face, her hair messily tangled, her beauty lazy and casual.

Pei Jingping walked over expressionlessly and took her. A strong smell of alcohol mixed with her unique fragrance hit his face.

Gao Rufeng had been his friend for many years, so how could he not know that his patience had reached its limit?

"I've brought the person back to you. I'm going to take a shower and go to bed first." After he said that, he pulled Yao Ya away.

Pei Jingping looked at the woman in his arms and called her in a cold voice, "Sang Ran."

"Don't you ever check your phone when you're outside?"

The woman raised her head and laughed, apparently ignoring his words.

Pei Jingping exhaled, bent down, picked her up, carried her upstairs, and put her on the bed.

He took off Sang Ran's shoes, helped her take off her coat which smelled of alcohol, then turned and left the room.

After a while, he brought in a cup of sobering soup.

He picked up Sang Ran and held her in his arms, coaxing her softly, "Come on, drink this before you go to sleep."

Sang Ran felt uncomfortable in his throat and groaned softly twice to express his protest.

Pei Jingping held her head and put the cup to her lips: "Open your mouth."

Sang Ran felt the warm breath and subconsciously opened his mouth, and the hangover soup was fed into him.

After drinking half of the drink, Sang Ran pushed him away, turned over and escaped from his arms, and fell asleep in a crooked position.

Pei Jingping put down the cup helplessly, adjusted her posture, and then lay down on the other empty seat.

He didn't turn off the lights, just looking at her delicate face. Her fair cheeks were stained light pink due to the effect of alcohol, and her lips were moist and shining.

He seemed a little confused, as if he was talking to her, or talking to himself.

"Sang Ran, you really don't care whether I live or die."

He gently raised his hand and combed the loose hair on her temples. Only at this time could he touch her openly.

He really didn't know whether he should say that Sang Ran was too careless. He actually wanted to ask her if he was really that bad.

He's not that bad.

Sang Ran, can you tell me how to touch me so that you won’t hate me, and how to make you understand my feelings?

Finally, he gave up and surrendered. He found the first rope among the tangled pile of ropes and grabbed it to fall down together, even though there was a bottomless abyss under his feet and he couldn't see the landing point.

She had once redeemed him, and now he was willing to save her from danger without asking for anything in return.

Pei Jingping leaned down, as if to perform a ceremony for his idea and the promise in his heart, with his sincerity.

Gently, place a kiss on her forehead.

Sang Ran felt a slight itch on his forehead, so he reached out and gently placed his hand on his forehead. He then felt his mouth was dry, so his lips moved.

After drinking the sobering soup, she felt a little more sober. She slowly opened her eyes. The light was so bright that she couldn't see clearly for a moment.

When she finally recovered, she saw the man looking down at her.

His voice was gentle, revealing countless tenderness: "Awake?"

Sang Ran carefully drew his eyebrows and eyes. His lips were just like the moisture in his eyes, revealing endless temptation.

She licked her lips gently: "I'm so thirsty."

Hearing this, the man was about to get up to pour her some water, but Sang Ran grabbed his arm.

He was pulled back, and because of his unpreparedness, the distance between them was closer than before. He blocked the light, and the shadow of his body completely enveloped Sang Ran.

Too close, so close that Sang Ran could feel the unstable breath coming from his nose, so close that if Sang Ran just tilted her head slightly, she could taste the sweetness from his thin lips.

She raised her head and moved closer.

The collision of the two soft petals caused his body to stiffen. But such a touch of the water was just like looking at flowers in the mirror, or quenching thirst by looking at plums, and it did not relieve her anxiety at all.

She moved her pink lips slightly, and easily explored his city without a single soldier. This was an ideal country prepared for her, where she could plunder at will.

Savor the flavor of it.

It was just that she was inexperienced, so her movements were inevitably clumsy. The man's breath gradually became heavier, and he reacted. He unconsciously put his hands around her waist, tightened his grip, and moved closer to them until they were inseparable.

He also wanted to enter her kingdom.

In the end, he turned from defense to offense. Rather than attacking, he took the initiative to offer himself to her, lingering with her, exchanging warmth, and expressing his rock-hard feelings between her soft lips and tongue.

The kiss is audible, the words are silent, the love grows wantonly, the warmth invades the chest, and we are reluctant to separate even for a moment.

Sang Ran originally just wanted to get sweetness from this temptation, but when her lips were soaked with moisture, her body became hotter and hotter. Her breathing was completely disrupted by the kiss and she was almost suffocated.

She pushed him away, gasping for air.

Reason slowly returned to her, and besides the blush from the alcohol, her cheeks were also covered with a youthful shame.

But she didn't wipe it off. She looked at him with lustful eyes, mixed with strange emotions.

For some reason, I remembered what Old Mrs. Pei said during the day. His personality changed drastically after his parents passed away.

How did you heal yourself? It must have been difficult these years, right?

She asked him, "Is it bitter?"

Pei Jingping was a little confused and didn't react. He thought she was asking him about the kiss just now.

He replied to her: "It's not bitter, it's sweet."

That's not what she meant, she said frankly:

"I mean, have you had a hard time these years?"