Yang's mother walked quickly to Yang Yuran, took her into her arms, looked fearlessly at the favored mother and daughter, and sneered.
"Haha, if you like this kind of man who can't stand loneliness, you can have it. My Ranran doesn't want one. She will find a man with first-class character and family background."
Bai Yan almost lost her pretentious mask and smiled to expose it: "It's hard to find a man like this. If such a man really existed, He Lao would have chosen to be his son-in-law."
Yang Fei raised her eyebrows proudly and helped her mother make up for it in time: "Yes, mother is right, unless you can climb up to the legendary Third Master, but as far as I know he is a 70-year-old old man."
"What a nice old man. Your sister will inherit all the family property in just a few years after she gets married."
"Wow, I think it's a good deal. Sister and Yang Ma have the foresight. Hey, sister, why are you leaving in such a hurry? Tell us more about how you met Master Si and San in your dream."
The playful ridicule gradually faded away, and Yang's mother was furious. She stopped Yang Yuran and asked: "Didn't I tell you not to come back? Do you even think I will lose?"
Yang Yuran wanted to answer, it was an obvious thing. No matter from scheming to means, mother and Bai Yan were not on the same level at all.
Taking into account her mother's proud self-esteem, she changed her tune and said, "Mom, I'm not willing to accept it either."
Mother Yang looked up and down at Yang Yuran with suspicion in her eyes. Her daughter's charming eyes were faintly red, and she noticed that her gaze was quickly deepening the hatred in her eyes.
Mother Yang suddenly remembered her daughter's original intention of staying abroad all these years. Her daughter was not as stubborn as she was. Her daughter lived a much more free and easy life than she did, and preferred to live the present moment.
With a long sigh, he pushed his daughter away cruelly and said, "Go and live outside. Don't stay here and cause trouble for me. I'll see your purple hair making you upset."
"Hey, Mom, please don't kill your family out of righteousness. Please let me accompany you. I miss you so much."
Yang Yuran told pitifully that it was a pity that she could not match Yang's mother's determination. Yang's mother pushed her to the garage and arranged for an old servant to drive her to 'escort' her.
Returning to the vacant apartment in Xiaoshan, Yang Yuran took a shower, dried her hair with a stand-up blow dryer, and then turned on her phone to check unread messages.
Half an hour ago, Yang Fei started frantically sending abusive messages to her, greeting her parents and ancestors with unpleasant words.
Dominated by anger, 'Black Heart Fei Mian Jiao' apparently forgot one important thing. Five years ago, 'Fei Mian Jiao' had just recognized Yang's father as his father, and the curse circled around and came back to him.
It's childish to expose, but Yang Yuran doesn't care whether the means are clever or not, as long as he can achieve the purpose of infuriating people.
Take screenshots of the ugly excrement spraying scenes one by one and forward them to Father Yang.
Five minutes later, I received a reply from Yang’s father: [Yu Ran, you have robbed Feifei of her boyfriend for so many years, and it is normal for her to be a little emotional. You are a sister, please be more tolerant of me. You don’t have many blood relatives of your generation. In the future, you
You should help your sister well and don’t do things that bother her.】
Yang Yuran thought that no matter how partial Yang's father was, he would at least be able to distinguish right from wrong, but it turned out that he couldn't tell the difference!
I grabbed my phone and slapped it on the sofa. I comforted myself for a while but still felt angry. I kept telling myself to catch a big fish, catch a big fish, and don’t ruin the plan in a hurry.
——Ding dong, the doorbell rang.
Yang Yuran took out a wet wipe and wiped her face, put on her slippers and walked to the door. She opened the door and saw a cute little round face.
Zhou Yuanyuan raised the takeout box in her hand and dangled it in front of her eyes, pouting and acting coquettishly: "I sent you several messages to make an appointment for dinner, but you refused to come out, so I had no choice but to come find you."
"Thanks."
Yang Yuran opened his arms and hugged the cute little woman tightly. Many grievances disappeared in the warm embrace of the other party.
Best friends Meimei was eating seafood porridge. Zhou Yuanyuan was obviously more angry than Yang Yuran. She scolded Yang Fei for smelly green tea the whole time. The words were very familiar. I just saw Yang Yuran in the circle of friends not long ago. Yang Fei incited many ladies and ladies.
Criticize her together.
"Yu Ran, are you really going to obey Smelly Green Tea's arrangements?"
Zhou Yuanyuan asked her with her cheeks bulging while biting a chicken leg.
Looking at the overly cute little woman, Yang Yuran's mood improved. She stretched out her hand to pinch Zhou Yuanyuan's right cheek and asked with a smile.
The Yang Yuran she knew was a strong talker and a powerful go-getter. There were many women in Hangzhou who hated Yang Yuran, basically because of Yang Yuran's appearance and personality.
However, whatever a woman fears, Yang Yuran will approach. Not many men can withstand the temptation these days.
I remember when I was in junior high school, my senior sister’s boyfriend looked at Yang Yuran a few times, and the senior sister decided that Yang Yuran had seduced her boyfriend first. Yang Yuran not only did not explain, but also created opportunities for chance encounters, and really seduced her boyfriend away.
On the day when the senior sister was looking for trouble, Yang Yuran acted like a savior and said to the senior sister in a compassionate tone: "You should thank me. I helped you reveal his true colors."
It was precisely because Zhou Yuanyuan had witnessed so many glorious achievements of Yang Yuran that she became worried, fearing that this veteran would face his own love disaster and capsize in the gutter of Li Shuo, leading to a bunch of bad guys.
I was really worried and took the initiative to suggest: "Yu Ran, can I help you find a senior executive position in my company?"
"I remember your family is an entertainment media company, right?" Yang Yuran's eyes lit up.
Zhou Yuanyuan nodded and responded: "Yes, I will go back and tell my dad in the evening and ask him to arrange for you to be a senior executive in the variety show sector."
Yang Yuran politely declined, her eyes moved, and she came up with a plan in her mind, and said: "It is not necessary to open the back door so obviously, it will be difficult for a group company to convince the public."
Zhou Yuanyuan was relatively simple. She didn't see through her best friend's tricks and insisted on her own opinion: "I know your strength. I believe that as long as you are given a chance, you can convince the people below."
"Don't,"
Yang Yuran shook her head vigorously, and revealed her plan in a dumb voice: "You are my last support and hope, and I don't want to waste this rare opportunity. Let's do this, you bring me the more difficult male artist group in the company, and I will start with the manager.
Let’s get started.”
Seeing Yang Yuran's face full of sincerity, Zhou Yuanyuan almost gave in, until she heard the word "male artist".
A pair of hands pinched Yang Yuran's neck, and he pretended to be fierce and reminded: "Madam, please face the future with a serious attitude. Your enemy is very fierce. Put away your game-playing mentality."
Yang Yuran deliberately stuck out his tongue, kept coughing, pretending to be pitiful, and begged for mercy: "Ahem, cough, I know. I plan to fight steadily. I must accumulate enough practical experience and money, otherwise I won't be able to fight with the opponent.
.Ahem, cough, cough, you can be powerful for a while with special care, but you still need to be strong to make iron. I want to have my own wings."
"Really just to train yourself?"
Seeing Yang Yuran nodding her head repeatedly, Zhou Yuanyuan told the truth: "Then why don't you bring a female artist?"
Yang Yuran's heart skipped a beat, her eyes closed, and she agreed solemnly.
