At the airport pick-up gate, a girl with a round head jumped up high, waved her hand and shouted to Yang Yuran.
"Yu Ran, here, here."
Yang Yuran quickened her pace, and as soon as she walked out of the cordon, the girl pushed aside the crowd around her, jumped to her side, and gave her a big bear hug.
"Yu Ran, I miss you so much."
Yang Yuran patted her best friend Zhou Yuanyuan's back gently, raised her eyes to look at the familiar yet unfamiliar city, and responded softly: "Yuanyuan, I miss you so much, too."
The moment she raised her eyes, her eyes changed from gentle to stern.
Under her unkind gaze, the woman holding her cell phone high in the distance to take pictures paused, then turned around and left in a hurry.
Looking at the background of her cousin Yang Fei leaving in a hurry, Yang Yuran didn't feel anything to be proud of. She could think of the drama that would unfold when her cousin returned home.
Not only did she publicize her scandal abroad, but she also told Yang's father that she had no shame in staying abroad, so she secretly ran back, and she also unknowingly refused her cousin's considerate pick-up and care.
"Yu Ran, come to your senses, what are you thinking about?"
Zhou Yuanyuan's hand waved in front of her eyes. She suppressed the sinister look in her eyes and said with a smile: "I saw an acquaintance, so I might have made a mistake. Let's go."
"Well, can you wait a little longer?"
Zhou Yuanyuan took Yang Yuran's hand, laughed sheepishly, and said, "My brother has just gotten off the plane, shall we pick him up and go back together?"
"Your brother?"
Yang Yuran was surprised. She remembered that the Zhou family only had one child, Zhou Yuanyuan. Even if Mr. Zhou responded to the policy call, if he wanted another child, it would be his younger brother.
An unnatural blush appeared on Zhou Yuanyuan's face, and she led her to the VIP lounge. She chose to sit down on the sofa in the corner and ordered two cups of coffee from the waiter.
After dismissing the waiter, he approached Yang Yuran and lowered his voice and said, "You remember when I was kidnapped five years ago, right?"
Yang Yuran nodded and vaguely added the following plot: "I remember you told me that a handsome guy saved you at that time."
"Yes, in fact, he is the son of my father's old friend. They have rekindled their relationship since my mother died of illness. Previously, my father did not make it public because he was too young. After I was rescued five years ago, my father took advantage of the situation and made it public.
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A little happiness appeared in Zhou Yuanyuan's eyes, but the happiness was fleeting and was replaced by sadness: "He is now my brother, my stepmother's child."
Yang Yuran coughed softly, swallowed the coffee that almost choked her, and put the cup smoothly back on the table. She glanced at her best friend who had a sad face and tried to help her think of a solution.
"It doesn't matter. The one who is near the water and the terrace first gets the moon."
Before she could finish the word "Deyue", her mouth was covered by Zhou Yuanyuan.
Zhou Yuanyuan looked behind her in panic, lowered her hands with a guilty conscience, and called: "Brother."
Yang Yuran turned her head following the sound, and a tall figure came into view. It was the man on the plane!
The man responded "Yeah", his starry eyes fixed on her face for a few seconds, and a look of relief that Yang Yuran couldn't understand flashed across her face.
Then the man reached out to her and introduced himself: "Hello, Qin Muyu."
"Zhou Yuanyuan's best friend Yang Yuran."
He shook his hand and quickly retracted his hand, exchanging names generously.
On the way back, Zhou Yuanyuan gave her enough face and didn't mention a word about her scandal abroad.
It wasn't until Qin Muyu got off the bus at the company that Zhou Yuanyuan reprimanded her earnestly: "I've warned you before, the Li family and the He family have a close relationship! You should understand clearly, the He family has a red background. They are interested in Chenglong's son-in-law.
, you shouldn’t be tempted.”
Yang Yuran let out a long sigh and sighed: "What can be contracted freely is not called love. When I met Li Shuo, he was not engaged to He Ningyue."
What can be contracted freely is not called emotion...
This sentence touched on Zhou Yuanyuan's sadness, and she faintly agreed: "That's right, but this time the commotion was so big, Li Shuo was so irresponsible, he actually chose to be a coward and push you out to prevent disaster. You should have a longer memory in the future.
Ah, don't have anything to do with him anymore. He is so ambitious that he will definitely inherit the Li family, and he will definitely marry He Ningyue or a woman who can help the Li family."
"Well, I know, I already got what I want."
Yang Yuran put her head in one hand and stared blankly at the scenery passing by outside the window.
Looking at Yang Yuran's expression as if she had lost her soul, Zhou Yuanyuan silently resisted the desire to give a lengthy speech of persuasion.
"Shall I take you back to your apartment?"
After the car got off the viaduct, Zhou Yuanyuan took the initiative to help her best friend find a place where she could avoid harm.
"It's better to go back to our old house in Wuyun Mountain."
Yang Yuran's tone was calm, and her emotions could not be heard. Zhou Yuanyuan still felt uneasy, so she volunteered to help share the trouble: "I will accompany you back. As long as I am here, the bad woman should restrain herself."
Yang Yuran hugged Zhou Yuanyuan, kissed her on the right side of her delicate round face, first thanked her, and then truthfully said what she was thinking.
"Don't go. If you follow me, you will easily make yourself angry and affect my performance. It's better to deal with some troubles as soon as possible."
Zhou Yuanyuan pursed her lips and reluctantly agreed: "Okay, if you need help, call me anytime."
"ok."
After half an hour's drive, we arrived at the Yang family's old residence.
Yang Yuran stood in front of the European-style door, turned on the electronic lock, tried to scan his face three times, and received the same prompt: [Unfamiliar faces, please do not click the unlock button repeatedly.]
With an unfamiliar face and hearing the harsh conclusion, the corner of her mouth couldn't help but curl up in a sarcastic arc.
Just four words made her feel uncomfortable. She couldn't imagine how painful her mother's life was every day.
I clicked the doorbell according to the procedure for a strange face, and after waiting for more than ten seconds, the visual access control lighted up, and the old butler's face appeared in it.
The old housekeeper was stunned for a moment when he saw her. Just as he said the word "big", a question came from behind him. He quickly turned around and answered the question respectfully.
"Madam, the eldest lady is back."
A graceful and luxurious woman walked past the visible range of the video and casually dropped the arrangement: "Oh, then open the door for her."
After the arrangements were made, complaints followed: "This girl is so shameless. She didn't know to come back during the Chinese New Year, and I didn't know to come back when I was sick. Hey, I'm going to make trouble again when I come back now to make me angry."
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The door opened, but there was no shuttle bus to pick her up. Yang Yuran walked around the garden for half an hour to the main building.
Pushing open the carved mahogany door, you are greeted by three smiling faces: Aunt Bai Yan, Yang Fei, and the housekeeper.
There is no doubt that Father Yang should be sitting in the hall, and the trio of Jiu Zhan Magpie Nest do not intend to have a head-on conflict to avoid exposing their true nature.
Yang Yuran curled her lips and said sweetly: "Auntie, the gift I brought to you and Feifei exceeds the limit of the transit limit. I've sent it back by express mail. I think it will arrive in two days."
Bai Yanwei Zheng, Yang Yuran used to be very irritable with her, but this time she was able to control her temper when she returned to China. I don't know whether to be happy or worried. I hope it's just the little girl who heard her mother talk about family affairs more and became wary of her.
He quickly looked at Yang Fei and used his eyes to warn his daughter not to stir up conflicts and get into trouble.
When he looked back at Yang Yuran, there was only a look of pity in his eyes. He held her hand and led her towards the house.
"Don't be polite, family. You are a student and you don't have much financial income. Don't prepare gifts for me and your sister."
Bai Yan spoke warmly and politely in a gentle voice, and as she walked, like a hostess, she introduced the new decoration pattern of her home.
