7. Persecution
At this moment, Lan Qingchuan was in front of his eyes, still standing indifferently like in the photo, looking at him indifferently, like a stranger.
He stared at her pale black eyes, which were the same as his own, and gradually realized that this daughter of his was childish but fearless.
Oh, a fearless indifference.
He pursed his lips, and suddenly pulled up a smile, his tone was direct and merciless.
"We haven't seen each other once in the past ten years. You don't even have a name for your father. What about your good upbringing? Didn't your maternal grandfather and teachers teach you what respect is? ”
How could Lan Qingchuan tolerate him talking about his grandfather like this, she could no longer suppress the hatred she felt when she saw Fang Yuzhong, and said coldly: "What qualifications do you have to say this?" I grew up in France for 12 years, my grandfather taught me to raise me, where is your business? Where were you when I left China? ”
Seeing Fang Yuzhong's abrupt face, she suddenly laughed, without emotion: "My mother gave me life, and what did you give me?" How can you expect me to call you father? ”
has been in the mall for many years, and no one has ever contradicted him with such an attitude. In the end, it was a man who had a place in the business world, and Fang Yuzhong quickly suppressed his emotions. He took a deep breath, his eyes cold and dark, and he said his purpose and forced her to comply.
"Your grandfather handed you over to me, not to send you here to quarrel with me. You don't want to go back, so willful, have you thought about your grandfather's meaning? ”
Lan Zongrong hoped that Lan Qingchuan could ease the relationship between her and Fang Yuzhong, and she couldn't break up for the rest of her life.
Lan Qingchuan couldn't be clearer in his heart. It was because it was too clear that it was unbearable for her.
"You've always been smart, Kiyokawa, don't let me down. Don't let your grandfather down. Looking at Lan Qingchuan, who was silent, Fang Yuzhong once again pulled out a smile, commanding, so tough.
Out of Xilin Xiaoxia, the secretary who followed him hesitantly asked, "Sir, is this too harsh on the eldest lady?" ”
She is still young, and she is from such a background, so she is inevitably arrogant and unwilling to admit defeat and bow her head. Coupled with her mother's affairs, I guess she hated me for a long time. If you don't suppress and persecute her, how can you grow? Thinking of her indifferent questioning, he lit a cigarette, and in the smoke, Fang Yuzhong looked at the villa that was gradually moving away, his eyes were cold.
Her maternal grandfather is far away in France, and she has a chaebol, so she is obviously not strong enough to be separated by the ocean. In China, without his support, how can she stand up.
It's too immature in the end.
I didn't even want to look at him, let alone give in to him. It's covered with thorns, and when you touch it, you will stab someone, and you don't know who it looks like.
"Don't be angry, president, there is a Miss Xue at home, she always follows your heart." The secretary observed his face and reassured.
At the mention of Fang Xue, Fang Yuzhong's face did not improve. He finally sighed, Fang Xue still knew how to please his stepfather in every possible way, and Lan Qingchuan was so temperamental, he didn't even want to pretend.
Three days later.
Fang Yuzhong, CEO of Lan's China Branch, hosted a grand dinner for his only daughter, Lan Qingchuan.
The dinner was held at the largest international hotel in S City, and the most luxurious event on the top floor was contracted. Spend a huge amount of money to entertain celebrities from all walks of life.
Many upstarts in the workplace don't know that Fang Yuzhong actually has a biological daughter who has lived in France for many years. But the old people in the circle all know that this daughter is worth a lot and is the beloved daughter of Lan Yuange. Raised by the executive officer, Mr. Lan Zongrong, it is needless to say that he is pampered. The Lan family has a close relationship with the French royal family, and the granddaughter of such a close relative must enjoy the treatment of nobility.
The dinner party started at eight o'clock, and the media had already surrounded the hotel.