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

Sang Ran packed hurriedly and dressed herself in less than half an hour.

Yao Ya originally wanted to scold her for not being serious, but when she looked at her delicate face, she realized that her eyelashes were unusually thick and long with just a layer of mascara, casting a feather fan-like shadow on her face.

Her skin is as flawless as an artist's clay sculpture. The artist must have excellent aesthetic taste, otherwise how could he have sculpted such almost perfectly proportioned facial features.

She was speechless at the beauty and stared at it blankly for a while.

Sang Ran was frightened by her stare, so he avoided her sight and pushed her out: "I want to change clothes, you go out first."

Everything was ready, and the two were ready to set off.

Sang Ran glanced at the time. Pei Jingping should have gotten off work by now, and Gao Rufeng, the unemployed vagrant, was not at home either.

She asked Yao Ya: "These two people are not here today."

Yao Ya also looked around; "I don't know, I saw Gao Rufeng here this afternoon."

Sang Ran thought about it, took out her cell phone, and opened the chat box with Pei Jingping.

Sang Ran: [I have something to do tonight, so I won’t be home for dinner.]

The other end replied immediately.

Pei Jingping: [Yeah, I just happened to have something to do. ]

So there was something going on. That's right, he is going on a business trip tomorrow, so he must have a lot of work to do tonight.

Thinking of this, she stopped worrying and followed Yao Ya in the family car to the meeting place.

In the car, Yao Ya kept checking her makeup on her mobile phone. She looked at it for a while, then looked at Sang Ran, and then suddenly turned off the phone.

She sighed deeply: "Hey! Sang Ran, just be thankful that I don't have any bad intentions, otherwise I would really be jealous of you to death."

Sang Ran frowned and looked at her: "No, you look super beautiful today."

"Really?"

"real."

The venue for this dinner was the Marriott Hotel in the center of Kyoto, a relatively famous five-star hotel.

According to Yao Ya, the group was organized by a gangster from the same school. Now that he has become rich and a boss, he inevitably wants to show off to them.

As for why they chose elementary school classmates...there is no way of knowing. Maybe other classes had already been invited.

When we arrived at the hotel entrance, we found a row of luxury cars parked outside, and Cullinan and Ferrari looked like cabbages in the vegetable market.

There were two receptionists in work clothes standing at the door. When Sang Ran and her friends walked forward, the receptionists came forward to greet them respectfully, but they didn't seem to want to let them in directly.

"Can you please show me your invitation letters?"

Sang Ran was completely confused. She didn't have a primary school group, so she had no idea about this.

Yao Ya took out two pieces of black paper from her bag.

After the receptionist verified the details, he nodded and smiled: "Please take off your coats. We will hang them up for you."

"???"

Yao Ya was surprised: "I have to take off my coat? What kind of rule is this?"

"It's like this. In order to ensure that our guests enjoy their meals, they need to take off their coats before entering our hotel." He added, "But don't worry, we have a lot of constant temperature central air conditioning inside, so the temperature is just right."

Yao Ya looked at Sang Ran with some embarrassment.

It's okay for her, but Sang Ran...

She chose that skirt. It's fine to wear it as an inner layer, but it's a bit inconvenient to wear it as a bodysuit. The chest area is not treated, so it's easy to expose herself.

Sang Ran naturally thought of this as well.

The two stood at the door and communicated with the receptionist. Several people came in one after another. They all looked unfamiliar and looked at the two with strange eyes.

The situation was a little awkward for a moment, and in the end the host still refused to give in. After a lot of wasted time and effort, Sang Ran finally compromised.

They took off their coats and handed them to the waiter before they managed to get in.

Sang Ran had never been to this hotel since she returned to Kyoto. She asked Yao Ya in confusion, "Are the hotel rules so strange now?"

I would rather turn on the air conditioner than let the guests take off their clothes.

"I don't know. I remember there wasn't such a rule before." Yao Ya wasn't quite sure about the situation.

But there's no point in worrying about it now that the clothes have been taken off.

The two of them were obviously a little late, as several people in the hall had already gone upstairs.

The waiter took them by elevator to the dining room on the third floor.

Although it was called a class reunion, the number of people was obviously not large. A medium-sized restaurant was full of people and it was even a little cramped.

When I pushed the door open and walked in, everyone who was originally chatting on the field looked over curiously, with surprise in their eyes.

A fat man with big ears was sitting in the main seat. His eyes were almost squeezed out of sight by the round flesh on his face.

The thick gold chain around his neck was particularly eye-catching.

Sang Ran frowned slightly. After making a comparison, she realized that Pei Jingping was really low-key.

The man stood up, his eyes swept over Yao Ya, and finally fell on Sang Ran: "Ah! School beauty!"

Sang Ran really couldn't remember who this person was, so he could only smile.

The man asked her again: "Who is this person next to you..."

"Yao Ya." Yao Ya took over the conversation and looked at everyone: "Long time no see."

They were very familiar with the name Yao Ya. Both of them were famous figures in school at that time.

One was known for her beauty, and the other was known for her tomboyish appearance. At that time, few girls wore big T-shirts to play basketball every day, and their hair was like a hedgehog lying on their heads.

This is not Yao Ya's fault. Her family has always raised her as a boy and spoiled her. However, the Yao family may have hoped that Yao Ya was a boy.

"Come, come, come and sit down." The man greeted. He saw the alienation in Sang Ran's eyes and added awkwardly: "I'm He Da."

Sang Ran had some impression of this name, but it was not from her memory in elementary school, but from He Licheng.

He Da is He Licheng's cousin. When Sang Ran and He Licheng were getting married, He Licheng mentioned that although He Da was related to the He family, his family was not rich.

A man who had been uneducated since childhood, suddenly became rich for some unknown reason a few years ago, and then he couldn't stop.

It is said that he is doing business abroad, but no one knows what he is doing.

After sitting down, he looked around and saw that there were still a few empty seats left, and the Liu Jie that Yao Ya had repeatedly mentioned was not there.

There was a girl sitting next to Sang Ran. She had delicate makeup on, but it was obvious that she had overdone it, and her original facial features were almost unrecognizable.

She chatted with Sang Ran: "Long time no see."

"Long time no see." Sang Ran nodded in response. She did remember this girl, Cheng An. She transferred here in the sixth grade and had only been in the same class with Sang Ran for one year.

It’s not that she was so special, it’s just that Sang Ran’s brain had just returned to normal at that time and she could barely remember things.

Sang Ran looked at Cheng An twice more. She was also wearing a halter dress. At this moment, she seemed to pick up her Hermès bag unintentionally and reached into it to search, but she couldn't take out anything for a long time. Instead, she raised the bag higher and higher.

No one picked up their chopsticks or spoke again. So much time had passed and to be honest, there was really nothing much to talk about.

He Da was the organizer, so he naturally had to control the pace. He smiled and said, "There are still a few people who haven't arrived yet. Let's wait a little longer."

"By the way, Sang Ran..."

But just as he started talking, the sound of the door opening was heard again.

"HELLO, Ivy Batty!" Gao Rufeng pushed the door open.