Ding Lan's tone did not contain a trace of warmth, which made Yuan Cheng freeze in place for a moment.

His face was red and white for a while, in fact, Yuan Cheng had thought that Ding Lan might not forgive him for being a father. But thinking about Ding Lan growing up with her mother since she was a child, and her mother has a good temperament, Ding Lan may not be too indifferent.

But in fact, Ding Lan's attitude has completely surprised him.

And all this just stems from Yuan Cheng's 20 years of blank treatment for Ding Lan in the past. He didn't care about it, so he didn't know that Ding Lan's mother had died a long time ago, and she had grown up in an orphanage.

Of course, Yuan Cheng would not have thought that his words had a great impact on Ding Lan.

If it weren't for the knife, Ding Lan at this moment would definitely be different.

Yuan Cheng opened his mouth wide, stared, and looked at Ding Lan in disbelief, although he understood a little, but as a man, especially as a so-called "father", he still couldn't accept it.

"Lanlan, how can you talk to me like that?"

Yuan Cheng's face was a little unbearable, even if there was no one next to him who knew them.

And Ding Lan heard Yuan Cheng's words, but he couldn't help but sneer:

"Why not?

Just because I have that little bit of your poor blood in my veins?

Mr. Yuan, I'm sorry, I never cared about that so-called blood. When I was five years old, you told me personally that I was not your daughter.

Then my mother died and I was sent to an orphanage.

For so many years, I have been alone, living in a muddy swamp, filthy, rotten and festering. And you've never been involved in any of that.

So, don't say I'm talking to you in that tone now, even if I treat you like a piece of shit on the side of the road, it's a gift to you.

And the reason why I am willing to ignore you today is that you want to thank the man you call unsuitable for me.

Oh! That's right!

I forgot to tell you that he and I may still get married, so those promising young people of yours who have a good net worth and good character might as well keep them for themselves and enjoy them slowly.

I still have something to do, so I won't accompany you! ”

After Ding Lan finished saying something expressionlessly, he turned around and was about to leave, but just after taking two steps, he seemed to suddenly remember something, paused again, and turned around:

"I forgot to tell you that after telling you this today, my heart is really happier than ever.

From now on, you really don't exist with me. Even the last bit of ridiculous bloodline doesn't exist.

When we meet again, I'll treat you like a stranger.

So, for your own good, and for my good, I hope that in the future, you will not appear in front of me again!

Good bye! Mr. Yuan! ”

After Ding Lan finished the last sentence, his tone was full of lightness.

She never knew or thought that it would be such a hearty thing to be able to say this to Yuan Cheng back then.

It's as if a breath of turbid breath that has been accumulated in my heart for many years has finally been spit out.

Ding Lan turned around, walked down the steps with brisk steps, and saw the car of Xiaodao parked on the side of the road from a distance, and Xiaodao was sitting in the car at the moment, his eyes were as deep as if they had fallen into the stars, bright and dazzling.

Seeing that Ding Lan was about to leave, Xiaodao immediately opened the car door and got out of the car, opening his arms towards Ding Lan.

Seeing this, Ding Lan was like a bird on a journey, and flew towards Ding Lan's words.

She didn't speak, she didn't look back, she just smiled at the corner of her mouth, and snuggled up to the knife's words.

The knife held Ding Lan's back with one hand, and patted Ding Lan's hair with the other hand encouragingly.

Although the methods and content are a little different from what he imagined, in the end, Ding Lan was able to say such things in such a relaxed tone, which proves that she is really, really letting go this time.

Let go of the past, leave no traces, and embrace a sunny tomorrow.

"Ding Lan, well done!"

Xiaodao sincerely appreciated, and then raised his eyes and looked at Yuan Cheng standing at the door of the exhibition hall.

He heard the conversation between their father and daughter just now.

In fact, he was not as generous as he imagined, and when he thought that Ding Lan had faced so many alone when he was a child, his heart couldn't help but throb.

And for the man named Yuan Cheng, there is no way to let go.

He glanced at Yuan Cheng coldly, the corners of his mouth hooked slightly, and then showed a dangerous, almost warning smile, then pulled Ding Lan into the car and drove away.

And Ding Lan never gave Yuan Cheng a look again, not even an afterglow.

She was really, really, treating that man as a stranger!

Yuan Cheng stood in place, looking at the gradually disappearing taillights, and suddenly felt that his life, his life that he thought was perfect, and his successful life, finally had a failure that could never be made up.

Ding Lan's mother died? She grew up in an orphanage?

He actually ...... Never know!

No wonder!

Ding Lan is right to treat him like this!

Yuan Cheng took a few deep breaths, lowered his head, like a lost dog, turned around and slowly paced into the exhibition hall, and bought Ding Lan's ten most expensive paintings at once.

Since he himself cut off the relationship between father and daughter and destroyed it to the point that there is no way to make up for it, he can only use such an insignificant way to comfort himself.

It's just that he didn't expect that when he was about to sign the order, he was told by the staff:

"I'm sorry Mr. Yuan, the owner of the painting once confessed that he would never sell it to someone named Yuan Cheng!

So, sorry for that! ”

Yuan Cheng stood opposite the staff in shock, as if something had shattered in his heart, and he couldn't make up for it.

Actually, Yuan Cheng didn't know, and Ding Lan didn't know either.

All of this was arranged by the knife.

He thought, Ding Lan must not want to know one day that his painting was bought by Yuan Cheng!

……

The knife drove the car purposefully in one direction.

Ding Lan was in a good mood at the moment because she had just abused Yuan Cheng hard, so no matter where Xiaodao was going to take her or what she was going to do, she didn't mind.

It's just that when Knife stopped the car and turned her head to let her get out of the car, she turned her head to look.

It's not downtown, but it's very welcoming.

Ding Lan was a little curious, but he obediently got out of the car.

The knife locked the car door, walked up to Ding Lan, took her hand, smiled at the corner of his mouth, and said in a low voice:

"For the sake of your good performance today, I will give you a gift!"

"Gifts?"

Ding Lan was a little surprised, but he was still looking forward to it.

The knife pulled her to a store on the side of the road, took out the key, and opened it with her head down.

Ding Lan watched in confusion as the knife made a series of movements until she was pulled into the empty house.

"It's ......"

Ding Lan finally couldn't help but ask, but the knife turned his head and looked at the store in front of him with deep eyes:

"I'll buy it and give it to you!"

“…… Why send me a house? ”

Hearing Ding Lan's words, Xiaodao couldn't help but turn his head, smiled at Ding Lan, and said word by word:

"I've been thinking about what the two of us are best suited to do in the future.

Later, I thought about it!

Ding Lan, although this is not a downtown area, the warmth is incomparable to the downtown area. And there's a huge amount of traffic here.

So, if we open a small gallery here and only sell your paintings, I think, you're going to love it! ”

When Xiaodao said this, he was inexplicably a little nervous.

After all, from the germination of this idea to its action, it is all his "wishful thinking". He just guessed, but he didn't know if Ding Lan really liked it, whether it was true, and was willing to open such a gallery with him.

Because of the Ding Lan he knows, except for painting, he doesn't seem to be interested in anything.

And at this moment, Ding Lan's eyes were bright, like a puddle of water, and her whole person was actually a puddle of spring water, which had already melted the body and heart of the man opposite.

Ding Lan took a deep breath, and his expression finally changed.

She had never, never thought that Knife would do such a thing.

After all, this man, in her opinion, is not such a careful and knowledgeable person who creates sweetness in invisible, ordinary things.

Seeing that Ding Lan didn't speak for a long time, Xiaodao began to panic a little:

"That...... If you don't like it, I'll sell it!

Then what you like to do, we'll discuss!

It doesn't matter, even if you don't want to do anything in the future, I can afford to raise you, you have to believe that your man has this strength! ”

"Poof—"

Looking at the nervous look of the knife, Ding Lan finally couldn't hold back and laughed.

"What are you nervous about?"

“……”

"I didn't say I didn't like it!"

Ding Lan said, and the knife couldn't help but be stunned:

"You mean ......"

"Fool!"

Ding Lan raised his hand with a smile, curled his fingers and flicked the eyebrows of the knife:

"Tell me, are you the roundworm in my stomach becoming? How do you know my heart so well? ”

"Seriously?"

There was finally a light in the knife's eyes, and he looked at Ding Lan in disbelief.

"Really!

But Mr. Knife, since you are the roundworm in my heart, please continue to guess, what is the most important thing I want to do now? ”

What do you want to do most? What do you want to do most?

Xiaodao meditated in his heart, and suddenly remembered what the two of them said when they left the museum before.

Ding Lan said that it is necessary to find a place with an elegant environment and no idlers to enter......

Thinking of this, the bottom of the knife's eyes couldn't help but become a little hot.

As soon as Ding Lan saw it, he knew that the knife wanted to be crooked, and he couldn't help glaring at the knife angrily:

"Mr. Knife, can you be healthier?"

“……”

The knife is speechless, where is he unhealthy? Isn't it a serious thing to pass on the lineage? Otherwise, he and Ding Lan both popped out of the cracks in the stones?

But before Xiaodao could reply, he saw that Ding Lan's eyes became much more solemn, and he took a step closer to him:

"Mr. Knife!"

Ding Lan paused, and his tone was extremely solemn:

"I didn't have a ring ready, but now, I want to propose to you, will you agree?"