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

After listening to Sang Ning's words, Sang Ran was silent for a long time. He finished his meal in silence and washed the dishes blankly.

She also fell into deep thought.

Get to know each other again?

It is better to completely get rid of this difficult decision, just to save yourself the trouble.

After giving Sang Ning a bath, he sat by her bed and coaxed her to sleep.

Sang Ning had closed her eyes, but after a while, she slowly opened them again, her voice tinged with sleepiness: "Mom, I actually have other ideas."

"What do you think?" Sang Ran asked her softly.

Sang Ning was half asleep and half awake, mumbling: "I wonder if his feelings for me are because I helped him. If it were someone else, would he like them the same way?"

Sang Ran gently rubbed her head: "Is there an answer to this question?"

"Every good friend has a compatible personality. If it was Wang Jiayi, even if she helped me now, I wouldn't like her. But if it was Shen Ze, I would like him more. There is a word called... fate..."

The childish voice faded away.

She fell asleep.

But Sang Ran knew what she was going to say.

There is a word called fate.

The next day, Sang Ran was finally able to spare some time to prepare for the competition. She explained the decoration matters to the master and concentrated on preparing for the competition.

Although Sang Ran had heard of this competition before, he had not carefully studied the rules or observed the question-setting habits.

She first looked at some previous related works on the Internet. To be honest, the design theme of each time was very metaphysical and it was impossible to grasp the pattern.

She went to Weibo to look at related topics. Although Sang Ran knew that this competition would be very popular, she did not expect it to be so popular, with more than twice the amount of discussion than in the past.

This has something to do with the fact that it was held in China, which has a large population base. But the main reason is that few such technical competitions are held in a live broadcast format, which has aroused the curiosity of many passers-by.

Sang Ran saw a post with the highest number of discussions and clicked on it to read the comments below.

Netizen A: [To be honest, I don’t really understand the fashion world, but I’m sure I’ll take advantage of this. Just thinking about the live broadcast can give you a sense of how intense it is.]

Netizen B: [I raise the banner for Yi Yi, let’s see who dares to be her enemy!!!]

Netizen C: [Hey, there is a rumor that there is a big shot on the jury this time, and he is said to be a designer from abroad who is extremely hard to hire. ]

Netizen D replied to Netizen C: [Is it true? Could it be Victor Castelan? ]

Sang Ran's eyes lit up.

She clicked on the reply and read the discussion on the following floor.

[Really!!!! The official has already announced that the person has boarded a plane to China today!!!]

[Oh my god! ! ! ! ]

[I can’t even imagine how strict her requirements are. In her eyes, can this competition really select a first place winner?]

[If you can't choose, just choose. You can only settle for the next best thing. ]

[I hope our Chinese contestants will have a chance to show their faces. I really don’t want to be mocked as fashion idiots anymore.]

[Just think about it...our designers...emmm, it's hard to evaluate them.]

The following are some discussions on whether it is possible for Chinese players to show their faces.

Sang Ran didn't want to watch any longer, her mouth was almost stretched to her ears.

Her idol will be her judge, she is going to meet her idol!!!

With excitement, Sang Ran went to the official website homepage to confirm it again. She could no longer control herself. She stood up excitedly, stroked the necklace on her neck, and stomped her feet on the spot.

Very good!

However, along with her happiness came pressure. She had originally wanted to enter the finals, but the finals were actually relatively easy. Only 30 out of 16 people would be eliminated, leaving only seven teams.

It can be considered that she showed her face, but it was just a glimpse, which was not enough for the teachers on the judges' panel to remember her.

She wanted to win a prize, first place, third place, or at least second place, and maybe have Castelan present the prize to her personally.

She wants Castelan to vote for her, and she wants her work to appear before her eyes.

That's right!

Sang Ran was instantly full of motivation. He didn't care about the noise of the renovation downstairs for the whole day. He was immersed in studying previous works, seeing the highlights of the first place, and finally creating his own works to compare with the shortcomings.

This time, she will face the world's top designers, and talent alone is not enough.

Sang Ran was so busy that she almost forgot to pick up Sang Ning. It was not until the decorator downstairs finished work and greeted her that she remembered and hurried to the school to pick up Sang Ning.

I didn't meet Shen Jinshan today. He should have gone to Lin Province with Ning Xiaogu. The person who picked up Shen Ze was a woman who looked to be in her early thirties with bright makeup on her face.

Shen Ze kept a distance of more than one meter from her and followed her from a distance. The woman's attitude was also cold.

Should she be Shen Jinshan’s ex-wife?

In the evening, Yan Qi sent another message to Sang Ran to remind her not to forget the fashion show held by Alim tomorrow.

I still remember this Sang Ran.

At night, after she coaxed Sang Ning to sleep, she wanted to pick up her phone to study some more, but for some reason she opened WeChat.

She unconsciously swiped to the bottom of the chat and found the person she hadn't contacted for a long time.

Sang Ran opened the chat box, and the moment he entered, he saw his avatar flash and change instantly, and the original kitten avatar turned into pure black.

Looking at the background picture of his circle of friends at this time, it has a different meaning. That cherry tree seems to be the one in Jiazhou Primary School. Was it taken by him?

There is no update on his Moments, it’s still those three posts. Maybe he posted some more later, but they’re hidden.

Sang Ran looked at his first circle of friends.

July 2011, 7: [Reunion is a kind of resurrection. ]

She had a vague feeling that this post on WeChat Moments might have something to do with her.

What was she doing at that time? It seemed that she had just started high school, but her parents became increasingly busy with work, and her personality was no longer as lively as before.

Sang Ran returned to the chat interface and clicked on the message box. For some reason, she always wanted to say something to him, but when the button popped up, she didn't know where to put her finger.

Last night, she vaguely heard his voice, and she kept listening and didn't go far away.

She wanted to hear his voice.

A faint sigh was heard in the room.

She shook her head and prepared to give up. She had things to do tomorrow, so she decided to go to bed first.

When she was about to exit, she hesitated for a moment, and the next second she saw that the nickname in the note had changed, indicating that the other party was typing.

Sang Ran's chat box had not yet been closed, and the other party had obviously received the same prompt.

The two of them just looked at the line of words, separated by time difference, across distance, connected through the screen, as if they were silently telling something.

They would restart the keyboard from time to time, so it would always show that the other person was typing, as if the two were really chatting.

I don’t know how long it took, but the screen finally refreshed.

Pei Jingping: [Go to bed early.]

Sang Ran: [Yes.]

The sky in Kyoto finally cleared up. Although the weather in the past few days did not affect Sang Ran's travel, it was still gray and made people inexplicably depressed.

Early this morning, the sun directly covered Sang Ran's store, and the second floor was also completely illuminated.

Sang Ran was awakened by the sunlight. Just as he opened his eyes, the cell phone beside him began to vibrate.

Yan Qi was really afraid that Sang Ran would oversleep, so he called her on time: "Are you awake? Are you awake? Are you awake? You must get up early today and dress up well."

"Let me tell you, the people who come to this show are all big shots!"