He Zhenghao threw out a wad of money, carelessly, and elegantly, perfectly interpreting the painter's temperament of not being moved by external objects.

The money smashed Su Zhizhong's face, and the pain and humiliation rushed to his brain, squeezing out other emotions, leaving only monstrous anger, "Okay, good, good, He Zhenghao, you have a kind." ”

Su Zhizhong moved his gaze, "Song Jinran, you will not be the eldest lady of the Song family soon, you wait for me, you will cry when the time comes." ”

Jin Ran crossed Erlang's legs, "Don't wait, I'm sitting here, do you dare to hit me and cry?" ”

Su Zhizhong's teeth itched with hatred, and his body involuntarily took a few steps forward.

The agent and assistant went crazy, called over two bodyguards, and the group forcibly pulled Su Zhizhong back to the nanny car and drove back to the company.

What happened just now had a great impact, especially Su Zhizhong's bitter love for Lu Xuan'er, but in just a few minutes, the Internet was already boiling and everyone knew about it.

Su Zhizhong didn't realize the serious consequences of the matter, his eyes were full of Jinran and He Zhenghao, and he said secretly, "Song Jinran, He Zhenghao, I will definitely make you pay the price you deserve." ”

Jin Ran and He Zhenghao, who were chattered by Su Zhizhong, sat side by side, the excitement dispersed, the grass in the park grew and the warbler flew, quiet and comfortable, and the faint fragrance of flowers and plants was refreshing.

At sunset, the remnant sun shone obliquely, and the blood-red sunset fell on the drawing board, and the demon came to life, becoming more and more hideous and terrifying.

The demon finished, stabbed, He Zhenghao tore open the drawing paper and gave it to Jinran.

"Sent me?"

"I sent you, thank you for the previous thing."

"Since you're thanking me, why did you send me a demon? Isn't it time to send an angel portrait? ”

He Zhenghao looked at Jin Ran for a long time and said solemnly, "You don't want angels." ”

Jin Ran smiled slightly, "Thank you, I like this demon diagram very much." ”

He Zhenghao packed up his painting tools and got up to leave the park.

Jin Ran stayed where he was, the cool breeze of early autumn with a slight chill.

It's cold.

At eight o'clock in the evening, Jin Ran went to the super five-star hotel, chartered the presidential suite for a month, and paid off the bill directly by card, only a little more, and the hotel manager couldn't ask for it.

After taking a shower and eating pineapple-flavored top-of-the-line popsicles, Jinran turned on the computer and browsed the recent stock quotes, and was busy until the second half of the night before Jinran began to buy and sell.

The next day, at noon, the beautifully dressed Jin Ran returned to the gate of the Song family.

Outside the door are still the two brothers before, the two are in their forties, almost watching Song Jinran grow up, and Jin Ran who is against the light appears coldly, the two squinted and looked at it for a long time before they recognized it as Jin Ran, who had not returned home for a long time.

"Miss, you're back." They always believed that Jin Ran was still the kind-hearted little girl at the beginning, and would say hello to them with a milky voice, and would give them fruit ...... during the holidays.

Jin Ran hummed, showed his crippled right hand in a grand manner, and strode into the Song Mansion with his head held high.

"Big brother, big lady's hand?"

"Shhhhhh

The brothers looked at Jin Ran's back, and still didn't understand what Song's father and Song's mother did, they didn't love their own daughter, but were kind to an adopted daughter, no wonder the heads of rich people are used for decoration, just like the watch on their wrists and the diamond necklace around their necks?

Jin Ran walked to the door of the luxurious mansion, and the laughter like silver bells came with the wind.

"Dad, don't talk about it. Mom, look at Daddy. ”

"Old Song, don't joke with Xuan'er, Xuan'er is still young."

Father Song smiled, "Okay, okay, Dad won't talk about it." But, Xuan'er, Ping'an's child was grown up by us, he is a good man worthy of trust, Ping'an he likes you, if you also like him, this marriage, your mother and I have no reason not to agree. ”