She was very different from Ye Tu, Jiang Yang had never thought of getting him, but just wanted to stay by his side for a while.

It's just that she didn't think that Situ Ranran would say such derogatory things at such a young age.

Maybe she's thinking too much, a five-year-old child, just talking, what can she understand?

But Situ Ranran's next words verified that she was not just talking.

She raised her eyes and said, "My mother said that some people are born to live in the palace, just like my uncle and me, and some people are born to be little ants, just like Mr. Jiang, the home of the little ant is an ant nest, not a big palace." ”

At a young age, she already had a sense of class.

In Situ Ranran's eyes, Jiang Yang was a humble inferior.

She is right, Ye Tushen is the pride of the sky, and Jiang Yang is a lowly ant.

She was indeed not a good match for him.

But Jiang Yang was not born as an ant, she was also like Situ Ranran when she was a child, she was a little princess who lived in the castle.

But once the family was wrecked, it was reduced to ants.

My father's company was suppressed, and their family was framed again, and there was a car accident, and on the way, my father wanted to protect Jiang Yang and the woman.

Their mother and daughter were unharmed, but their father ended up with a disabled leg, and he could only live in a wheelchair for the rest of his life, and his physical functions were seriously damaged for some reason.

And that woman took advantage of her appearance to weigh the pros and cons, abandoned her father, and Jiang Yang, and even swept away most of the family's money.

Jiang Yang took a deep breath and refocused his gaze on Situ Ranran's face, which was different from ordinary people's calmness.

It was as if there was no sarcasm in what she said, but only a statement of facts.

Jiang Yang didn't care about the child, she glanced at the time on her phone, and said with a smile on her face, "I can't rest." ”

Situ Ranran nodded and continued to practice dancing with Jiang Yang.

Soon, it was pitch black outside.

Jiang Yang's gaze fell out of the window, under the faint street lamp.

The black Bentley reappears downstairs.

Ye Tushen came to pick up Situ Ranran.

Jiang Yang stared at the Bentley, thinking less.

She doesn't know if Ye Tushen will always be the pride of the sky, but she will never be an ant all the time.

Jiang Yang personally sent Situ Ranran downstairs, she had already changed out of her ballet costume, her apricot-colored coat was draped over her body, her long black hair was slightly curled, and she was scattered backwards, and she was dressed cold and thin.

In the November weather in the northern city, wear less.

Ye Tushen looked away, what she was wearing had anything to do with him.

Bingley swept past her, whipped up a gust of wind, and lifted the hem of her dress up.

She strolled down the streets, walking as usual to the bus stop, which was far from the school and an hour's subway ride in addition to waiting for the bus.

After walking for a while, there was a sound of a car horn behind Jiang Yang.

The headlights stretched her figure.

Jiang Yang paused, turned around slightly, and glanced at the car behind him.

The car stopped in front of her, and the lights went out.

The windows rolled down, revealing Ye Liang's stubborn face.

He tugged at his lips and said in a casual voice: "Give you a ride?" ”

Jiang Yang didn't have a good impression of Ye Liang, and she didn't know her well, so she had no reason to be his car.

"I'm sorry, I'm motion sick, I'll take the subway back later."

After Jiang Yang rejected Ye Liang, he continued to walk forward.

Ye Liang followed without giving up and drove slowly.

Jiang Yang turned a blind eye and went his own way.

Ye Liang stopped the car and shouted to Jiang Yang outside the window: "Jiang Yang, don't you want to know why my uncle fell in love with you in the first place?" ”