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

Sang Ran clearly saw the picture on his phone.

The protagonist of this video is a boy in a white and blue school uniform. His black hair hangs down in front of his forehead. The boy lowers his head, his eyes are completely covered by his hair, and only a wound can be seen at the corner of his mouth.

The person recording the video was laughing, and it was not hard to tell that his voice was 70% similar to He Da in front of him, "You bastard without a father or a mother, you are allowed to act cool and aloof at school every day." He sucked on his mouth a few times as if teasing a dog, "Come on, raise your head, let me see your handsome face that was famous in front of girls, and now you look like a dog."

The boy didn't move. The wind blew over him, and his hair swayed in the direction of the wind, revealing his somewhat immature face and the scratches on his cheekbones. The corners of his eyes were slightly red, but he was still stubborn, trying hard to hide his fragility.

A crystal tear was slowly crawling across his face.

He Da's chubby hand reached into the screen and pinched the boy's chin. He lowered his eyes stubbornly.

He Da seemed to find it boring and turned his face away: "It's boring. We are tired of fighting. I will treat you to some popsicles."

After that, the video recording was cut off.

Sang Ran slowly raised her eyes and saw through He Da the man sitting on the sofa, who was looking at her. His eyes were as fragile as the thin ice in late winter, which would break at the touch.

But there were also emotions hidden in it that Sang Ran could not understand. He was like a gambler who had lost all his money and had spent all his belongings and dignity on gambling, just to seek the last chance of a comeback.

She didn't delve into the complexity of it, but just confirmed that the person in the video was him.

If his parents were still alive, they would be so heartbroken. They worked so hard to give him a good future. But everything seemed like a dream and disappeared into thin air with their passing.

Leaving backlash.

How uncomfortable and painful it must be for him.

What was he thinking at that time? How did he get through it?

Sang Ran seemed to have the ability to empathize with others, and his chest began to ache slightly.

She moved her eyes slightly and looked at the half-empty bottle of wine in He Da's hand.

In an instant, she had an impulsive idea and acted on her instinct.

He snatched the bottle from his hand and smashed it hard on He Da's head without any hesitation, his movements were quick and decisive.

The crisp sound of glass breaking.

He Da was already drunk, and his brain couldn't keep up with his body. When he reacted, a warm current passed across his forehead.

He reached out his hand and felt only a pool of blood.

“Sang Ran!”

Yao Ya rushed forward, but unfortunately failed to stop him, leaving behind bursts of gasps in the box.

The pain finally caught up with He Da's brain nerves. He glared with anger and bared his teeth: "Sang Ran! How dare you hit me!"

"Sang Ran, you..." Yan Qi also reacted. His first reaction was to fear He Da's revenge. He exchanged glances with Lin Xiu and stepped forward to stop He Da.

Sang Ran's chest rose and fell, and he curled his lips and sneered: "I'm going to hit you."

She glanced at everyone in the box: "You all saw it. The video just now is the evidence of He Da's school bullying."

She looked at He Da like he was looking at garbage: "I only saw that you were not a human being, but I didn't expect that you were even worse than an animal. If you have the guts, go and sue me." She raised her eyebrows, "Let's see whether you get a longer sentence for school bullying or for hitting you with the wine bottle you broke."

Even though he was stopped, He Da still wanted to rush forward: "I'm not afraid! It's been so long since the incident happened, the deadline for prosecution has long passed!"

Pei Jingping finally took action.

To be honest, he was also stunned just now. He only knew that his wife was a person who was not easy to mess with and would not suffer any loss. He did not expect that she would be so fierce when she really got angry.

Weirdly cute.

"He Da, you made some money recently, right?" He stood up, dusted off his clothes, and said nonchalantly, "You know where that money came from. I'll give you courage."

"Do you dare to move?"

He walked to the door, and even though the scene was in chaos, he had a faint smile on his face.

He stood between Sang Ran and He Da, stretched out his hand, and pressed his thumb on He Da's forehead without hesitation, pushing the remaining glass shards deeper.

"what--!!!"

Pei Jingping curled his lips, and there was an unprecedented ferocity in his smile. He wiped the blood off He Da's body casually.

"You'd better have the guts."

After saying that, he turned to face Sang Ran and put on a gentle smile: "Let's go, honey, go home."

Seeing that the situation had turned out like this, Liu Jie quickly chased after them, leaving everyone else terrified.

Pei Jingping took Sang Ran to the underground garage. As soon as he walked to the car, he was stopped by someone: "Jingping."

They both turned around at the same time and saw that it was Liu Jie.

She ran out of breath, but still smiled and fanned herself: "Sorry, it's a bit late now, I'm afraid I can't get a taxi, could you please give me a ride?"

Sang Ran's eyes unconsciously fell on her belly: "Okay, where do you live?"

After she said that, Pei Jingping was speechless.

Liu Jie smiled gratefully, then looked at Pei Jingping: "Anhe Community, thank you for your help."

After saying that, she went to the passenger seat.

"Sit in the back." Pei Jingping said coldly.

He was already a little unhappy about having his alone time with Sang Ran interrupted, and now he didn't want to indulge her at all.

Liu Jie turned around and looked at Sang Ran aggrievedly: "I'm just a little carsick, I'm used to it."

Sang Ran also felt a little uncomfortable, but was too lazy to argue with her: "Forget it, just sit in the front."

Sang Ran sat in the back seat, looking out the window, still thinking about the video he had just seen.

In addition to the tightness in my chest, I also felt some strange emotions. I always felt that Pei Jingping in the picture was somewhat familiar.

But that familiarity comes from the depths of memory, not the person in front of me now.

Liu Jie seemed to feel the atmosphere was awkward in the front row, so she took the initiative to talk to Pei Jingping: "Are you okay?"

"Ah."

She pursed her lips: "I didn't expect he even recorded a video. I'm sorry I couldn't help you much at the time."

Pei Jingping said a few more words this time: "No, it was already good enough that you were willing to help me at that time."

"If..." Liu Jie suddenly hesitated. She turned and looked at Sang Ran with a smile. "I don't know if Sang Ran would mind if I say this."

She said jokingly, "It's actually quite a pity. If I had helped you a little more back then, perhaps the situation would be a little different now."

Perhaps, Pei Jingping's wife is her.

"I don't mean anything else. You two just got to know each other at that time, right? Haha, after all, Sang Ran helped you at that time, so you should thank her."

Sang Ran straightened himself up: "What do you mean?"

Liu Jie was surprised and opened her big watery eyes: "From what I saw just now, your reaction seems to be different from that of a normal couple. You are too polite. I guess you are just getting married by agreement."

She looked at Pei Jingping with regret: "Actually, I really wanted to help you at the beginning, but unfortunately my family background is not as good as Sang Ran's, so I can't stand up for you like Sang Ran did."