Bai Yan was as weak as if she hadn't eaten for many days. She sat on the ground, crying indescribable.

Yang Fei showed joy on her face. No matter how bad the situation was in her impression, it would be no problem to turn the tide if her mother appeared.

Her mother was very meticulous. Even though she used crying to attract all her attention from her father Yang, she still did not forget to observe her and Yang Yuran's expressions while wiping her tears.

Seeing her having fun, I immediately gave her a cold glance.

She immediately understood and changed into anxiety, ran to her mother, tried to support her mother twice, and was halfway out of strength, and ended in failure.

Pretending to feel guilty, secretly took the hint of my mother's subsequent instructions, changed into self-blame, and was unable to sit beside her mother and quietly wiped her tears.

Yang Yuran held her head with one hand and admired the deep love scene of mother-daughter for a while. Unfortunately, most of the cold dishes were asked to withdraw the old housekeeper. Seeing such a wonderful performance, it would be a pity that there was no spicy side dish to have a tooth-beating ceremony.

Bai Yan and her daughter are not particular about their work, so they can at least have enough water pipes for melon seeds and tea when buying a crosstalk ticket.

I believe that most people are in the same situation as her tonight. They only ate the first half and the second half belonged to Yang Fei's solo show.

Turning the turntable with your fingers, he turned the few remaining sea cucumber and millet porridge to himself, scooped half a bowl with a spoon, picked up the bowl with his left hand, pinched the soup with his right hand, and delivered it to his mouth little by little.

It is rare to produce evidence, Bai Yan is unwilling to fail.

Yang's father came to her with a responsibilities, waved his face with a gloomy face, and cursed in anger all night.

The sharp angle of questioning pierced Yang's father's lack of patience, he was irritated and frowned and scolded.

Zhou Yuanyuan was very careful and marked the man who had contacts in the company red. The other party was named Luo Jing, with a national character face and his facial features showed a look of being arrogant without anger.

"I shouldn't be soft-hearted and leave you as a sinister person."

Yang's father did not respond to Yang Fei. He pulled his feet out, turned his face to the dining table, and replied indifferently: "I am sick and see a doctor in time. I always think that something is not something will increase my mental stress. Go back, I should say something more, but I shouldn't say it, it's best to be in my stomach. Without any restraint, it will always cause trouble."

The tongue was so hot that it instantly bubbling. He raised his hand and threw Master Yu Guoliang's personal purple clay tea cup to the ground, and scolded the housekeeper: "I told you many times that I can't drink black tea in early summer."

Sure enough, dogs cannot change their shit, and people cannot change their nature.

After drinking the last bite of porridge, put the bowl back on the table, unlocking Yang's mother's phone to look at the time. It was soon late at night, and sleepiness arose.

"I don't have a son, you are my eldest daughter. The property, love, and status you want are all trivial matters. Dad, I just want my daughter to be filial and live a good life. There is an old saying that goes, family harmony is prosperous, and everything is good, so you can let go of the hostility of Bai Yan and Feifei."

A normal plot shouldn't Bai Yan blame Yang Yuran for saying that she deliberately placed Yin cards to harm people?

"Yang Fei likes to smash things, so she learns the habit of bullying the weak."

"Okay, you're so awesome, can I go to bed?"

“Get down.”

Late at night, Yang Yuran was lying on the bed, her eyes were open and she was particularly awake, and she repeated the memories from the dinner in her mind.

So she thought there were some details worth pondering.

After receiving the event, he was very efficient and realized the actual resources 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 as a male lead in the commercial film.

Yang's father pinched the wine glass with two fingers, forcibly suppressed the urge to smash it over, picked up the tea that the old housekeeper had brewed for the third time, and poured the tea leaves into two large mouthfuls like a whole.

It’s so weird. Could it be that Yang’s father found out with conscience, found out the truth early and chose to believe her and Yang’s mother?

In Zhou Yuanyuan's words, this person is either very principled or has a big appetite. Most of the gifts given by Jiade every year are returned. Zhou's father worked hard for a long time and could barely fall into his seniority and be able to match the other party with his friends.

In the morning, I found out the information of Ys core members, and at noon I brought up the crayfish that Zhou Yuanyuan liked to eat to the other party's office to find out the news.

"So what's wrong? Tell me if you have something to do. Is it useful to cry?"

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, Yang's father changed abnormally after hearing Bai Yan crying about his illness.

"I'll arrange for the family doctor to come over, you go back to the house and wait."

Click on Yang's mother's mobile phone calendar app and plan to help her clear it.

Yang's father had never understood the truth, and he was not interested in understanding it at all. What he wanted was the absolute obedience of his family and the absolute rights in the company.

As soon as the thought came out, she shivered. She would rather believe that there were aliens in space than believe that Yang's father would get better. The main reason was that she could not afford to lose, she could not be as nostalgic as Yang's mother.

Bai Yan asked her to treat her indifferently, and the tears rolled down significantly faster, and she felt more true.

Yang's father looked down at Bai Yan with his own light. The two of them changed their expressions several times when they looked at each other. In the end, Bai Yan took back her cowardly gaze first. She probably sorted out her unkempt and took her daughter to leave in a mess. The bleak background was like fallen leaves that died in dust, and she no longer longed for the autumn wind to give her a brief joy.

Leaning on the side of Yang's father's leg, he complained sadly: "Master, there are evil people who want to harm Feifei and me. We give up superior living conditions and don't fight or rob anything, and we will still be targeted by viciousness. Can only kill me with ulterior motives lead to Feifei's normal life?"

She ate freely and was crying heartbrokenly on the other side.

Although he is just a small male lead in the commercial, Li Bei has been promoted to the second-tier position. After all, working with the actress queen is an opportunity that many people cannot get.

I yawned and prepared to stay for more than ten minutes at most. After listening to the "teaching" left to her by Yang's father, I went back to the house to sleep.

Select the corresponding directory with the mouse and enter the core introduction of East Asia section, and the information of three men and one woman is caught in your eyes.

Her mobile phone always receives spam messages. The scammers have worked hard to spread advertising, not only sending them with iMessage, but also sending them through family and calendars.

Two of the three men are just in their early 30s, one is 52 years old, and the female senior executive is also just 31 years old. She can reach the core position of the international blue blood brand area by more than 30s, so she can be considered young and have a goal.

Yang Yuran's eyelids drooped down, and she looked like she was having a lot of fun chatting, and continued to look through Yang's mother's phone.

There is an aunt period that she will have three days in advance every month, a wake-up time on the first day of her employment, the best meal time, work time, and even Zhou Yuanyuan’s birthday, preferences, food avoidance, etc.

"Yes, Master."

Thinking about it until four o'clock in the morning, the memory was affected by the trappings, and the number of conversations that could be remembered did not decrease but increased. She had to give up the investigation for the time being. She folded the paper full of words, and planned to think about it as long as she had free time, record whatever she thought of, and always grasp the real fox tail.

The hot water was poured on the butler's shoes and legs. However, the butler did not dodge the side and only confessed to apologize: "Sorry, the old slave has become worse at the age of age and will not do anything again."

"You spoiled me?"

The sharp comment made Yang's father blush with shame, and he blew his beard and glared at Yang Yuran, and talked about unfinished topics.

Yang's father waved his hand in disgust, and the butler limped away.

"Do you think I got a yin card and hid it in their room to torture them, right?"

It’s not that she has a tendency to abuse herself, but that Yang’s father 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 coax your mother quickly. She is so insecure recently. She is thinking about it again. She has listened to you the most."

Yang Yuran was not moved by Yang's father to send Bai Yan and his daughter away. She communicated with her privately. Instead, she made Yang's mother's mobile calendar memoir to break the precautions. She carefully kept her warm love, and was unwilling to use her unique hoarse voice. She coughed and cleared her throat and asked without being humble or arrogant after adjusting her normal tone.

After the two besties had a good meal, Yang Yuran cut into the topic and asked: "Is the calligraphy and painting gifts that Uncle Zhou gave before are too literary and cannot be appreciated?"

The words without warmth stopped Bai Yan from crying. She raised her crying face and looked up at the heartless man. She seemed unable to believe that her mouth that had once said a vow could spit such hurtful words.

Let’s look at nationality again. The man who is only 52 years old is Malay, and the rest are the same nationality as Yang Yuran.

Yang's father finished speaking what he wanted to express himself, and saw Yang Yuran stop sliding his phone with his fingers.

The old butler took the cup, bowed and walked to the tea set in the compartment, and then followed the process.

I can't see her expression clearly and cannot judge her state of mind, but as a child, it is always useful to be kind and do good.

Yang Yuran laughed and shook her head, unable to compliment Yang's father's image as a good man deliberately created, and gave him a mockery: "I am also a aunt who praises you as a prodigal son and turns back."

"Mom, don't talk nonsense. You love me the most in this world. If you are gone, I will be bullied to death."

"Master, I have lost my appetite recently. I think it's just anorexia caused by ordinary sadness. But since the day before yesterday, I've been full of rashes all over my body and I can't fall asleep normally every day. I always dream that someone wants to take medicine to harm me. The medicine seems to be called fluamphetamine."

Yang's father made the ups and downs of evil behavior all night, and seemed to be relatively tired, and he still tried hard to keep asking patiently.

Yang Yuran didn't use you, suddenly raised her eyes and answered the missing question in a cold voice: "I'm not satisfied with many things, I'm not satisfied with you, I'm not satisfied with you. I'm not satisfied with this house, but it's long become a stage for you to control puppets. I'm not satisfied with you, even if you're very hypocritical, you still want others to flatter you. I'm not satisfied with you, but you're not satisfied with you," he said.

"Some words are so ugly that they can make mistakes in their entire lives. The prodigal son will never change his gold. She will measure his own how I treat your mother. It's not your turn to take care of her. Just say that you are almost obedient to you. You really should learn from Yang Fei's intelligence and know how to make me happy. What else can you be dissatisfied with?"

Not long after, Yang's father suddenly turned against him and she could not believe that this change was related to her. If it had nothing to do with her, then it was destined that Bai Yan's words would have caused Yang's father's untouchable re-scaling. What was it?

My memories at night were too complicated and messy. Yang Yuran recorded all the impressions with a pen and checked them one by one, but found no useful information.

Yang's father took the tea brewed by the old housekeeper and sipped on the clear green tea leaves.

Yang's father's expression turned gloomy, his lips were pursed, and his eyebrows were twisted into the character "Chuan". He held Bai Yan's arms with his hands and checked them up and down, and deliberately used his fingertips to wipe the red spots of eye contact.

After a closer look, I found that the red dots of dates were not spam advertisements. The notes full of love defeated her heart wrapped in iron walls in minutes. Each red dot represents a special date note.

For example, when Bai Yan rushed over and wanted to bite her back, she clearly saw Yang's love for Bai Yan in Yang's eyes.

Help Fan Sirui win a small domestic spokesperson without knowing the situation of the international boss. Just find the person in charge of the East Asian area and win the other party’s approval is enough to make things happen.

During the day, I came to the company in a daze, held a morning meeting for the little ones, and retrieved the documents on Jiade's statistics on Ys data and carefully checked them.

"Yuran, there are only five people in our family. Do you think it is necessary to fight?"

Bang!

A slap in the face of the woman who made an excited statement.

The word "meaning" is not humble, and the other party basically does not help Zhou's father open the back door to operate anything. It seems that he only received two boxes of golden mooncakes from Zhou's father in the Mid-Autumn Festival last year.

He handed the cup back and ordered it hard: "It's thick, brew it heavily."

Bai Yan noticed Yang's father's hidden emotions from the word "克", lowered the crying sound appropriately, rolled up the sleeves on both sides, and exposed the red dots all over his arms.

"It's enough, I don't care. You're not over yet. You have to be content with everything. In order to make you happy and your mother happy, Dad asked Bai Yan and the others to move to the vice building. I'm afraid you will be wronged in another company, so I only need two weeks to free up a higher vocational job for you. Which servant you and your mother don't like, I will let her disappear in front of you the next day. Recently, you and Feifei have another conflict, and I will all look to you. Even your mother's good friends are praising me, saying that I have a deep affection for your mother."

Yang Yuran covered her hot face and slapped her on the other cheek in the second second.

Seeing her looking down at her phone, she was too lazy to answer when she was playing tricks.

“You think it is,”

Faced with Yang Yuran's attitude of not being respectful at all, Yang's father was furious and asked angrily: "I understand that I am you, how can you talk to you?"

After waiting for a while, Yang Yuran spoke. Yang's father took the initiative to give in and sighed, "Dad has neglected discipline to you since he was a child and spoiled you. So you are treating me like this now, and I am responsible for my retribution. I don't ask you to do things like Yang Fei, but I just hope you don't destroy the relationship between your family."

Yang Yuran said it more implicitly. She originally wanted to ask Luo Jing if she likes practical, heavy, and the benefits that can be realized immediately.

"It doesn't look like it. Zhang Yaohang also knows Luo Jing, so we still use the thread he sets up. I heard Zhang Yaohang mention it to my brother. Luo Jing is very interested in Qi Baishi's paintings, and is also interested in ancient porcelain. Every time he returns to the National Assembly to play in Zhang Yaohang's store for a long time, he makes bottles that imitate ancient underglaze porcelain."

Zhou Yuanyuan answered truthfully, and she once again developed a strong sense of inferiority complex during the process of speaking.

He patted Yang Yuran, who was in deep thought next to him with his hands and asked, "Is it possible that people look down on me and my dad?"

When he approached his best friend, he found something strange, opened his mouth and shouted: "Oh my God, Yu Ran, your face is so bad. It seems that someone has grabbed a few handfuls. There are a few red marks on his pale face."
Chapter completed!