Bai Yan was as weak as if she hadn't eaten for many days. She sat slumped on the ground and cried so hard that she couldn't stop crying.
Yang Fei's face was filled with joy. In her impression, no matter how bad the situation was, as long as her mother showed up, it would be easy to turn the situation around.
Her mother was very thoughtful. Even if she attracted all Yang's father's attention by crying bitterly, she still did not forget to observe her and Yang Yuran's expressions while raising her hands to wipe her tears.
Seeing her having fun, he immediately gave her a sharp look.
She immediately understood and put on an anxious look, ran to her mother's side, and tried to help her twice, but failed half way through.
Pretending to be guilty, she secretly accepted her mother's follow-up instructions with a hint of look in her eyes, put on a look of self-blame, and was unable to sit beside her mother and quietly wipe her tears.
Yang Yuran held her head with one hand and enjoyed the scene of mother-daughter love for a while. It was a pity that most of the cold dishes were taken away by the old butler. After watching such a wonderful performance, it would be a pity not to have any spicy side dishes.
Bai Yan and her daughter are not particular about their work. If they buy a cross talk ticket, they at least include enough melon seeds and tea tubes.
I believe that most people are in the same situation as her tonight. They only had the first half, and the second half was Yang Fei's solo show.
He turned the turntable with his fingers, turned the remaining sea cucumber and millet porridge in front of him, and scooped out half the bowl with a spoon. He picked up the bowl with his left hand, held the ladle with his right hand, and put it into his mouth little by little.
It's rare to find evidence, so Bai Yan doesn't want to fall short.
Yang's father came to her in the middle of his duty, slapped her with a sullen face, and the next second he cursed angrily that he had endured all night.
The sharp questioning angle pierced Yang's father's limited patience, causing him to click his tongue irritably and frown.
Zhou Yuanyuan was very careful and marked the man she had contact with in the company. The man's name was Luo Jing, he had a face with a Chinese character, and his facial features showed a calm and authoritative look.
"I shouldn't have been so soft-hearted and left you as a scoundrel."
Yang's father did not respond to Yang Fei. He decisively pulled out his feet, turned to face the dining table, and replied indifferently: "When you are sick, see a doctor in time. Always thinking about things that are not there will aggravate the mental stress. Go back, there are some things that should be said, say more, no
When it's time to say something, it's better to keep it in your stomach, and speaking out without restraint will always bring disaster."
His tongue was so hot that it blistered instantly. He raised his hand and threw the purple sand tea cup made by Master Yu Guoliang to the ground. He then scolded the butler: "I told you many times that you can't drink black tea in early summer."
Sure enough, dogs can’t change their eating of shit, and people can’t change their nature.
After finishing the last mouthful of porridge, he put the bowl back on the table, unlocked Yang's mother's phone and checked the time. It was almost eleven o'clock in the night, and sleepiness appeared.
"I don't have a son. You are my eldest daughter. The property, favor, and status you want are all trivial matters. Dad, I just want my daughter to be filial and live a dignified life. As the old saying goes, family and everything
Xing, please put down the hostility between Bai Yan and Feifei."
In a normal plot, shouldn't Bai Yan blame Yang Yuran and accuse her of deliberately playing dirty tricks to harm others?
"Yang Fei likes to smash things. I can learn from you the habit of bullying the weak."
"Okay, you are awesome, can I go to bed?"
"Get out of here."
Late at night, Yang Yuran was lying on the bed, her eyes wide open and extremely awake. She replayed the memory of the dinner in her mind again and again.
So there were some details that she felt were worthy of in-depth consideration.
After taking over, it was very efficient and the actual resources were cashed in at the end of the year. At that time, the spokesperson of Ys was the well-known actress Duan Jingyuan, and Li Bei was qualified to be the male lead in the commercial film.
Father Yang held the wine glass with two fingers, suppressed the urge to smash it, picked up the tea that the old butler had re-made for the third time, and poured two large mouthfuls of tea together with the tea leaves.
How weird. Could it be that Father Yang's conscience discovered it, found out the truth early, and chose to believe her and Mother Yang?
In Zhou Yuanyuan's words, this person was either very principled or had a big appetite. Most of the gifts Jiade sent him every year were returned. Zhou's father worked hard for a long time, and finally managed to become a friend despite his seniority.
In the morning, I found out the known information of Ys core members. At noon, I brought Zhou Yuanyuan's favorite crayfish to the other party's office to find out the gossip.
"What's wrong? Let's talk about it carefully. Is there any use in crying?"
Before locking the screen, I saw the red dot number on the calendar, 57.
Yang Yuran was confused when watching the show. For some reason, after hearing Bai Yan cry about her illness, Father Yang's attitude changed abnormally.
"I'll arrange for the family doctor to come over. You can go back to the house and wait."
Click on the calendar app on Yang’s mother’s phone and plan to help her clear it.
Yang's father has never understood the truth, and he has no interest in understanding it at all. What he wants is absolute obedience from his family and absolute power in the company.
She shuddered as soon as the thought came out. She would rather believe that there are aliens in space than believe that Yang's father will get better. Mainly because she can't afford to lose, and she can't reminisce about the old relationship with Yang's mother.
Under Bai Yanrang's indifferent treatment, the tears rolled down significantly faster, and she became more sincere.
Father Yang only looked down at Bai Yan with his peripheral vision. Their expressions changed several times as they looked at each other. Finally, Bai Yan withdrew her timid gaze first. She probably tidied up her unkempt appearance, took her daughter and left in embarrassment. The bleak background was like
The fallen leaves that have returned to dust no longer long for the short-lived joy that the autumn wind can give her.
Lying next to Yang's father's legs, he complained sadly: "Master, there are evil people who want to harm Feifei and me. If we give up our superior living conditions and don't fight for anything, we will still be viciously targeted. Is it only people with ulterior motives who can take advantage of us?"
Can I get Feifei to have a normal life in exchange for her death?"
She was eating happily, while Bai Yan was crying heartbrokenly.
Although he was just a leading actor in a small commercial, Li Bei was promoted to the second tier because of this. After all, working with a movie queen is an opportunity that many people only ask for.
She yawned and prepared to stay for more than ten minutes at most. After listening to the 'teachings' left to her by Yang's father, she went back to the house to sleep.
Select the corresponding directory with the mouse to enter the core introduction of the East Asia section, and the information of three men and one woman comes into view.
She always receives spam messages on her phone. The scammers take great pains to spread the advertisement. They not only send them through iMessage, but also through family and calendar.
Two of the three men are in their early 30s, one is 52 years old, and the female executive is also just 31 years old. Being in the core position of an international blue-blood brand in your 30s can be considered young and promising.
Yang Yuran drooped her eyelids, pretending that she was not interested in chatting, and continued to scroll through Yang's mother's phone.
There is her auntie period that will advance three days every month, her getting-up point on her first day of employment, her best place to eat, her place to go to work, and even Zhou Yuanyuan’s birthday, preferences, taboo foods, etc...
"Yes, sir."
She pondered hard until four in the morning. Her memory was affected by sleepiness, and the number of conversations she could recall increased instead of decreasing. She had to give up the investigation for the time being. She folded the paper full of words and planned to think about it whenever she had free time and record what she came up with.
What, always catch the real fox by the tail.
The scalding water poured on the butler's shoes and legs, but the butler didn't move aside at all. He just confessed and apologized: "I'm sorry, sir. It's because my memory has deteriorated as I got older. I won't do it again."
"You spoiled me?"
The sharp comments made Father Yang's face turn red with shame, he blew his beard and glared at Yang Yuran, and returned to the unfinished topic.
Father Yang waved his hand in disgust, and the butler limped out.
"You think I got the dirty cards and hid them in their rooms to torture them, right?"
It's not that she has masochistic tendencies, it's just that Yang's father has once again deepened her determination to help Yang's mother escape from the devil and protect herself and Yang's mother.
Yang Fei hugged her mother's arm and shouted to Yang's father: "Dad, please comfort mom. She feels so insecure recently and is thinking wildly. She listens to you the most."
Yang Yuran was not moved at all by Father Yang's separation of Bai Yan's mother and daughter and private communication with her. Instead, she let Mother Yang's calendar note on her phone slip her guard. She carefully kept her warm love and was unwilling to take advantage of her unique hoarseness.
Voice, cough twice, clear your throat, adjust the tone back to normal, and then ask in a neither humble nor overbearing tone.
After the two best friends finished a delicious meal, Yang Yuran got to the point and asked: "Is it that the calligraphy and painting gifts that Uncle Zhou gave before were too literary and artistic for others to appreciate?"
The cold words stopped Bai Yan from crying. She raised her weeping face and looked up at the heartless man. She seemed unable to believe that the mouth that had once swore an eternal oath could spit out such hurtful words.
Looking at the nationality, only the 52-year-old man is Malay, and the rest all have the same nationality as Yang Yuran.
After Yang's father finished saying what he wanted to say, Yang Yuran's fingers stopped sliding on the phone.
The old butler took the cup, walked to the tea set in the compartment, and followed the steps.
It's impossible to see her expression clearly and judge her state of mind, but for a child, a combination of kindness and power will always work.
Yang Yuran laughed and shook her head. She really couldn't compliment Yang's father's deliberately created image of a good man, so she mocked him: "I'm still praising you as a prodigal son, just like the aunts."
"Mom, don't talk nonsense. You love me the most in this world. If you were no longer here, I would be bullied to death."
"Master, I have been losing my appetite every day recently. I thought it was just anorexia caused by sadness. But the day before yesterday, I started to have red rash all over my body, and I couldn't sleep normally every day. I always dreamed that someone was going to poison me. The drug seemed to be called
Fluramine.”
Yang's father had been tossing the whole night with the ups and downs of his demonic behavior. He seemed to be quite tired, but he still tried to remain patient and ask questions.
Yang Yuran didn't use you. He raised his eyes suddenly and answered the missing questions in a cold voice: "I'm dissatisfied with many things. I'm dissatisfied with your blindness. I'm dissatisfied with the fact that this house doesn't feel like a home at all. It's become your control."
The stage of string puppets. I am not satisfied with the fact that you are obviously full of hypocrisy and calculations, and you still want others to flatter you. I am not satisfied with the fact that you are beautiful on the outside but lose everything inside. I am not satisfied with you,"
"Some words are ugly to criticize. Who can guarantee that he will never make mistakes in his life? A prodigal son will never return for money. How do I treat your mother? She has her own judgment. It is not your turn to interfere with her affairs. Speaking of you personally, I almost
I'm so obedient to you, you really should learn from Yang Fei's cleverness and know how to make me happy, what else are you dissatisfied with?"
Not long after, Yang's father suddenly turned against him. She couldn't believe that this change had anything to do with her. If it had nothing to do with her, then it was Bai Yan who said something that made Yang's father untouchable. Which sentence was it?
?
My memory was too complicated at night. Yang Yuran wrote down all the impressions with a pen and checked them one by one, but found no useful information.
Father Yang took the newly brewed tea from the old butler, blew the clear green tea leaves and took a sip.
Yang's father's face turned gloomy, he flattened his lips and twisted his eyebrows into the Chinese character "Sichuan". He held Bai Yan's arm and checked it up and down, and deliberately wiped the conspicuous red spots with his fingertips.
Upon closer inspection, she found that the red dots on the dates were not junk advertisements. The loving notes broke her heart that was wrapped in iron walls. Each red dot represented a special date note.
For example, when Bai Yan rushed to bite her back, she clearly saw Father Yang's love for Bai Yan in Father Yang's eyes.
To help Fan Sirui win the endorsement of the domestic small segment, there is no need to know the situation of the international boss. As long as he finds the person in charge of the East Asia area and gets the other person's approval, it will be enough to make things happen.
During the day, I came to the company in confusion. After holding a morning meeting with the Zai Zai, I pulled out the files of Guardian's statistical data and started to read them carefully.
"Yu Ran, there are only five people in our family. Do you think it is necessary to fight?"
Snapped!
A slap on the face of the woman who made the excited statement.
There is no modesty in the word commensurate. The other party basically didn't help Zhou's father to open the back door or do anything. It seemed that he only accepted two boxes of golden mooncakes from Zhou's father during the Mid-Autumn Festival the year before last.
He handed the cup back and gave a stiff order: "It's thick, drink again."
Bai Yan sensed Father Yang's hidden emotions from the word 'you', so she lowered her cry appropriately and rolled up her sleeves, revealing the red dots all over her arms.
"That's enough. I don't care about it. You're not done yet. You have to be content with everything. For the sake of making you and your mother happy, dad asked Bai Yan and the others to move to the annex building. I'm afraid you'll suffer in other companies.
I'm sorry, I only have two weeks to free up a high-level position for you. If you and your mother don't like any servant, I will make her disappear in front of you the next day. Recently, you and Feifei have had conflicts again, and I am all for you. Even you
Mom’s good friends are all praising me and saying that I am very affectionate towards your mother.”
Yang Yuran covered her burning face and slapped her on the other cheek the next second.
I saw her looking down at her phone, pretending she was being too lazy to answer.
"You think so,"
Faced with Yang Yuran's disrespectful attitude, Yang's father became furious and asked angrily: "Understand that I am your father, how can I talk to your father?"
After waiting for a while but Yang Yuran didn't speak, Yang's father gave in and sighed: "Dad neglected to discipline you since you were a child and spoiled you, so you treat me like this now. It's my retribution and I will bear it. I don't ask you."
As good as Yang Fei is, I just hope you won't ruin the relationship with the family."
Yang Yuran said it more implicitly. She originally wanted to ask Luo Jing if she liked practical, substantial benefits that could be realized immediately.
"It doesn't look like it. Zhang Yaohang also knows Luo Jing. We still connected through him. I heard Zhang Yaohang mentioned it to my brother that Luo Jing is very interested in Qi Baishi's paintings and is also interested in ancient porcelain. Every time he replies
Congress went to Zhang Yaohang’s shop for a long time to make bottles that imitated ancient underglaze colored porcelain.”
Zhou Yuanyuan answered truthfully, and in the process of speaking, she once again felt a strong sense of inferiority complex.
He patted Yang Yuran, who was deep in thought next to him, and asked, "Is it possible that people look down on me and my dad?"
He got close to his best friend and noticed something strange. He opened his mouth wide and whispered: "Oh my god, Yu Ran, your face looks so bad. It seems like someone grabbed you a few times. There are a few red marks on your pale and pale face."
