The perfunctory words were so cold that Yang Yuran was unable to say anything more.
After hanging up the phone, she cried, curled up alone in the quilt and cried bitterly. At that time, she was still making excuses for Father Yang, thinking that Father Yang was busy during the day and would come to comfort her in the evening.
As a result, I was looking forward to it every day, but I was disappointed every day. It took half a month before I received a call from Yang's father. Instead of coaxing her, he told her that Bai Yan was allergic to hydrangea pollen and needed to pull out all the hydrangeas in the garden.
The hydrangea tree she planted by herself when she was six years old...
Gradually, she understood that Father Yang's heart was broken and he no longer held her and Mother Yang in his heart.
She woke up early, but Yang's mother was still obsessed with the authorities, and maybe she didn't want to wake up?
Just like now, she just opened the door to the room, and the mother who followed her said happily: "Your dad is quite attentive. He knows that you like cream-style decoration, so he had someone renovate it for you. Even the PU thread pattern.
He consulted me several times, fearing that you might not like the style he chose."
Yang Yuran felt no happiness at all, and instead felt a chill running down her back. She was like a lamb trapped in a trap, ready to be slaughtered at any time. The hunter's temporary kindness was just to fatten her up and make her take it lightly.
Looking at the items displayed in the house, especially the cute animal sculptures placed in glass cabinets, it is so dazzling.
She loved collecting such things, but she remembered that after Yang Fei forcibly occupied her room, all the small objects she had collected as a child had been thrown away.
Judging whether the ornaments are old or new based on the colors on display now, they are not the ones she personally picked when she was a child. Father Yang went to great lengths to find the same items.
It looks like a cozy house, but it clearly reflects Yang's father's purpose, like a weasel paying New Year greetings to a rooster, with no good intentions.
She shook her body shudderingly, pulled Yang's mother into the room, and crawled into the corner of the room to carefully look for the camera.
Yang's mother guessed what she was thinking from the way she fumbled with her corners. She picked her up with both hands and scolded her with a smile: "You stinky girl, there is no need to guard against thieves in your own home."
"No, this is no longer my home." Yang Yuran said the truth cruelly, and out of the corner of his eye he caught sight of Yang's mother's lips that were flattened in despair.
Guilt flashed past, Yang Yuran held Yang's mother's hand and led her to the pink European-style princess. Without caring about the image, she kicked off her shoes and sat cross-legged on the bed.
"You stinky girl, your behavior is getting more and more vulgar. Go change into some home clothes."
Yang's mother opened the wardrobe, revealing a pile of new clothes.
Yang Yuran didn't look at the ulterior props at all, and moved carelessly to the middle of the bed, sitting in the most comfortable position, waving to Mother Yang, coquettishly.
"Mom, come here and talk to me. Don't worry about the details. Mother and daughter haven't seen each other for a long time. I miss you very much."
There is no reason why the daughter who has been pregnant for ten months should not feel pain. Yang’s mother gave up her selfish intention of helping Yang’s father establish a good father image, went to bed and sat next to her daughter. She opened her arms and hugged her daughter, and asked about her baby daughter with greetings and care.
From work to life, nothing is left behind.
Yang Yuran leaned happily on her mother's chest, mainly picking out some of the praises given to her by her father Zhou and Zhou Yuanyuan and telling them to her mother.
Mother and daughter stayed together until late at night, and Yang Yuran fell asleep in her mother's arms.
In the morning, Mother Yang called her up on time.
Rubbing her sleepy eyes, a rebellious thought came to her mind. It would be better if Father Yang left this family. She would be happy to go home every day to accompany Mother Yang.
Breakfast was no surprise at all, the table was filled with her favorite pastries.
He stretched out his hand to pull Mother Yang closer and asked in a low voice: "Mom, is there any problem with the food? Is there no chronic poison in it?"
Mother Yang said reproachfully: "How old are you? There is a certain limit for joking."
He squeezed her fleshy palms and pushed her leaning body. Seeing that she still didn't move her chopsticks, he was afraid that she would continue to ink, so he helplessly answered in a low voice.
"Eat quickly, don't be late for work. You know the cooks, Lao Li and Guang Ting, the chefs chosen by your grandfather. Besides, don't think too badly of your father. Ever since I came back from your apartment, your father has
My attitude has improved a lot.”
Yang Yuran lowered her lips and muttered to herself: "Ghost letter."
Mother Yang pinched the corner of her crooked mouth and said angrily: "Bad girl, your mother is not old enough to know the difference between sincerity and falsehood. People always say that a little separation is better than a newlywed. I guess your father should be with me."
I reflected on myself when I left.”
"Okay, you are not an old fool, you have a clear mind."
How strange!
Yang Yuran stopped the meaningless topic, picked up a ladle and scooped out the white fungus and snow clam porridge into his mouth. She silently gave up her bad intentions of discussing Yang's father with Yang's mother, and planned to find reliable friends who worked at Yang's Huatian Technology to inquire about the company in the near future.
Insider confidential gossip.
Arrive at her 404 office at 8:50, make instant coffee, and wait for the four Zaizai to come to the meeting.
At three minutes to nine o'clock, there was a knock on the door. Yang Yuran unlocked it remotely, and the four Zaizai lined up to enter.
Looking at them, Yang Yuran's mood gradually improved, until she saw an additional man at the end of the team.
Her face turned ugly instantly and she looked at Fan Sirui, waiting for an explanation.
Fan Sirui looked confused and quickly thought about what he had done wrong. After thinking hard for a while, he couldn't find the source. He checked his clothes again and found that the simple black and blue casual clothes were quite appropriate.
He turned to look at his companions, but he also couldn't find the problem. Adhering to the principle that beautiful women should be pampered, he admitted his mistake first: "Beautiful sister, I'm sorry, I am very forgetful. I always feel that I forgot to do something in the morning.
Could you please give me some advice?"
The extremely conciliatory words made Yang Yuran suppress his bad mood. That's right, the company boss Zhou's father made the decision, so there was no need to vent his anger on Fan Sirui. Fan Sirui assumed the position of captain, and the boss put people in. Even if he had a background, he couldn't refuse.
.In addition, he seems to have a close personal relationship with Yin Tianzhao, so he should not be considered a bad person both in public and in private.
"Please report on yesterday's training and your thoughts one by one."
Yang Yuran turned on the recording function of her mobile phone to record the daily growth of the cubs.
After the four people finished reporting, it was Yin Tianzhao's turn.
As soon as the man in a suit said the word "I", Yang Yuran raised his hand to stop him from speaking, and said in a tough tone reserved for managers: "You four go to training first, Yin Tianzhao stays."
"OK."
The four boys agreed in unison.
Kong Tengyu and He Qian understand Yang Yuran's temper and will not touch the negative side of her temper and leave 404 obediently.
Fang Kai had just arrived and was not wary of strict rules.
Take two steps and look back to take a peek at your beautiful agent.
Just now when reporting on yesterday's training, he secretly observed Yang Yuran and Yin Tianzhao. Yin Tianzhao always looked at Yang Yuran with a burning gaze, while Yang Yuran tried not to make eye contact with him.
In his spare time, he loves to read Detective Conan and mystery novels. He is very good at peering into people's hearts from details. There is obviously a big secret hidden between these two people.
Based on his countless experiences in reading films, he believes that as long as the two of them have a few words of conversation, the secret will be revealed.
