overbearing

Chapter 4 I want to have my own wings
Yang's mother walked quickly to Yang Yuran's side, took her into her arms, looked directly at the favored mother and daughter without fear, sneered and mocked.

"Hehe, this kind of man who can't stand loneliness, if you like it, you want it. My family doesn't want it. She will find a man with first-class character and family background."

Bai Yan almost didn't hold back her pretentious mask, and smiled to expose it: "This kind of man is hard to find. If there really was such a man, why would he have chosen to be his son-in-law?"

Yang Fei raised her eyebrows proudly, and helped her mother make up for it in time: "Yes, mother is right, unless you can climb up to the legendary third master, but as far as I know, he is a 70-year-old old man."

"How nice the old man is. Your sister will inherit all the property in a few years after she gets married."

"Wow, it's a good deal to be so optimistic. It's because my sister and Mama Yang have the foresight. Hey, why are you leaving in such a hurry, tell us more about how you met Fourth and Third Lord in your dream."

The playful ridicule gradually drifted away, Yang's mother was so angry that she stopped Yang Yuran and asked, "Didn't I tell you not to come back? Even you think I will lose?"

Yang Yuran wanted to answer, it was obvious.No matter from scheming to means, mother and Bai Yan are not on the same level at all.

Considering her mother's proud self-esteem, she changed her words and said, "Mom, I'm not reconciled either."

Mother Yang looked Yang Yuran suspiciously up and down, her daughter's foxy eyes were faintly red, and she felt that her gaze was hastily deepening the hatred in her eyes.

Mother Yang suddenly remembered her daughter's original intention of staying abroad these years. Her daughter is not as stubborn as she is.

With a long sigh, he pushed his daughter away cruelly, and said: "Go, live outside, don't stay here to cause trouble for me, I see your purple hair making trouble."

"Hey, mom, don't kill your relatives righteously, let me accompany you, I miss you so much."

Yang Yuran said pitifully, but it was a pity that she was no match for Yang's mother's determination.Mother Yang pushed her to the garage and arranged for an old servant to 'escort' her in a car.

Back in the vacant apartment in Xiaoshan, Yang Yuran took a shower, dried her hair with a vertical blower, and turned on her phone to check for unread messages.

Half an hour ago, Yang Fei started sending insulting messages to her crazily, greeting her parents and grandparents with ugly words.

Dominated by anger, the 'Hei Xin Fei cotton jacket' obviously forgot an important thing. Five years ago, 'Fei cotton jacket' just recognized Yang's father as his father, and the curse circled around and returned to himself.

Exposing is very naive, but Yang Yuran doesn't care whether the method is clever or not, as long as it can achieve the purpose of irritating people.

Take screenshots of the ugly dung-spraying scenes one by one and forward them to Father Yang.

Five minutes later, I received a reply from Yang's father: [Yuran, you have robbed Feifei's boyfriend for so many years, it's normal for her to be a little emotional.When you are an older sister, be more tolerant of my younger sister.You don't have many blood relatives in this generation, you should help your younger sister well in the future, and don't do things that are cold to your younger sister. 】

Yang Yuran thought that no matter how partial Yang's father was, he could at least be able to distinguish right from wrong, but he couldn't!

I squeezed my phone and took a heavy photo on the sofa. After a long while of self-consolation, I still felt angry. I couldn't help telling myself to catch big fish, catch big fish, and don't try to ruin the plan quickly.

— Ding dong, the doorbell rang.

Yang Yuran took out a wet towel to wipe her face, put on her slippers and walked to the door, opened the door to see the cute little round face.

Zhou Yuanyuan raised the takeaway box in her hand and dangled it in front of her eyes, pouted her mouth coquettishly: "I sent you a few messages to make appointments for dinner, but you refused to come out in a daze, so I just came to find you."

"Thank you."

Yang Yuran opened her arms and hugged the cute little woman tightly, many grievances dissipated in her warm embrace.

The two girlfriends were eating seafood porridge, and Zhou Yuanyuan was obviously more angry than Yang Yuran, scolding Yang Fei for stinky green tea the whole time.It's just that the words are very familiar. Not long ago, Yang Yuran just met in the circle of friends, and Yang Fei incited many celebrities and ladies to attack her together.

"Yuran, are you really going to obediently listen to the arrangement of stinky green tea?"

Zhou Yuanyuan asked her with her cheeks puffed up while biting a chicken leg.

Looking at the overly cute little woman, Yang Yuran's mood improved, she stretched out her hand to pinch Zhou Yuanyuan's right cheek, and asked back with a smile.

"Do you think I'm a soft persimmon?"

"Of course not!" Zhou Yuanyuan categorically denied it.

The Yang Yuran she knew was a powerful man with a strong mouth. There are many women in Hangzhou who hate Yang Yuran, basically because of Yang Yuran's appearance and personality.

However, Yang Yuran will approach whatever a woman is afraid of. There are not many men who can withstand the temptation these days.

I remember when I was in junior high school, the boyfriend of the senior senior sister took a few more glances at Yang Yuran, and the senior sister decided that Yang Yuran had seduced her boyfriend first.Yang Yuran not only did not explain, but also created a chance encounter, which really seduced her boyfriend away.

On the day when the senior was looking for trouble, Yang Yuran acted like a savior, and said to the senior in a pitiful tone: "You should thank me, I helped you uncover his true colors."

It was precisely because Zhou Yuanyuan had witnessed Yang Yuran's many glorious achievements that she was worried, fearing that this old hand would usher in her own love disaster, capsize in the gutter like Li Shuo, and be followed by a bunch of bad guys.

I was really worried, so I took the initiative to suggest: "Yu Ran, can I help you install an executive position in my company?"

"I remember your family is an entertainment media company?" Yang Yuran's eyes lit up.

Zhou Yuanyuan nodded and said, "That's right, I'll go back tonight and tell my dad to arrange for you to be an executive in the variety show sector."

Yang Yuran politely shied away, his eyes flickered, and a plan was born in his mind, and he said in a retreat: "It is difficult for a group company to convince the public if the back door is not so obvious."

Zhou Yuanyuan is relatively simple, she doesn't see through her girlfriend's flirtatious intentions, and insists on her own opinion: "I know your strength, I believe that as long as you are given a chance, you can convince the people below."

"Don't ever,"

Yang Yuran shook her head vigorously, and said in a hoarse voice: "You are my last reliance and hope here, and I don't want to waste this rare opportunity. How about this, you bring me the company's more difficult male artist combination, and I will start with my agent. Let's do it."

Seeing Yang Yuran's sincere face, Zhou Yuanyuan almost let her go, until she heard the word male artist.

Holding Yang Yuran's neck with both hands, he pretended to be vicious and reminded: "Madam, please face the future with a serious attitude. Your enemy is very vicious. Put away your mentality of playing in the world."

Yang Yuran stuck out her tongue on purpose, kept coughing and pretended to be pitiful, and begged for mercy: "Ahem, I know. I plan to fight steadily. I must accumulate enough practical experience and money, otherwise I won't be able to fight the opponent. Cough cough cough, it is true that relying on special care can be majestic for a while, but forging iron requires hard work, I want to have my own wings."

"Is it really just for training yourself?"

Seeing Yang Yuran nodding her head again and again, Zhou Yuanyuan straightened it out: "Then why don't you bring a female artist?"

Yang Yuran's heart swelled, his eyes closed, and he agreed solemnly.

"Okay, women are fine too."

(End of this chapter)