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Bai Yan was as weak as if she hadn't eaten for many days, she sat limply on the ground, weeping uncontrollably.

Yang Fei's face was beaming with joy. In her impression, no matter how bad the situation was, as long as her mother appeared, it would be no problem to turn the tide.

Her mother's thoughts were very meticulous, even though she was crying to attract all of Yang's father's attention, she still did not forget to observe her and Yang Yuran's expressions while wiping away her tears.

Seeing her being silly, he immediately gave her a cold look.

She immediately put on an anxious look, ran to her mother, and tried to support her twice, but she lost half of her strength and ended in failure.

Pretend to be guilty, secretly accept the suggestive eyes of the mother's follow-up instructions, change the look of self-blame, and sit beside the mother weakly and quietly wipe away tears.

Yang Yuran rested her head on one hand and watched the mother-daughter love scene for a while, but regretted that most of the cold dishes were taken away by the old housekeeper.Seeing such a wonderful performance, it would be a pity not to have a bit of spicy and spicy food.

Bai Yan's mother and daughter are not particular about their work, at least melon seeds and tea are included in a cross talk ticket.

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

Turning the turntable with his fingers, he transferred the little sea cucumber and millet porridge in front of him, and scooped up half a bowl with a spoon.He picked up the bowl with his left hand, pinched the ladle with his right hand, and put it into his mouth little by little.

On her side, she ate happily, while on the other side, Bai Yan cried heartbreakingly.

Father Yang made the ups and downs of being a monster all night, and seemed to be quite tired, but he still tried his best to keep asking patiently.

"What's the matter? Talk about something, is it useful to cry?"

Bai Yan sensed Father Yang's hidden emotions from the word 'you', so she lowered her crying appropriately, rolled up her sleeves on both sides, revealing the red spots all over her arms.

"My lord, I've lost my appetite recently. I think it's just anorexia caused by ordinary sadness. But since the day before yesterday, my whole body has been covered with rashes, and I can't sleep normally every day. I always dream that someone is going to poison me. Fenfluramine."

Father Yang's complexion turned gloomy, his lips were flattened, and the center of his eyebrows was twisted into the word Chuan.He held Bai Yan's arm and checked it up and down, and deliberately wiped the conspicuous red spots with his fingertips.

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

Bai Yan was treated with indifference, and the teardrops rolled down significantly faster, and she felt more genuine.

It is rare to produce evidence, so Bai Yan is unwilling to let her achievements fall by the wayside.

Lying beside Yang's father's legs, he complained sadly: "Master, some villains are trying to kill me and Feifei. We give up our superior living conditions, and if we don't fight or grab anything, we will still be viciously targeted. Is it only people with ulterior motives? If I kill you, can Feifei live a normal life?"

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

Yang Fei hugged her mother's arm and hissed at Yang's father: "Dad, please coax mom, she has been feeling insecure recently, and she is thinking about it again, she listens to you the most."

Yang's father did not respond to Yang Fei. He resolutely pulled out his foot, turned around and faced the dining table, and replied indifferently: "See a doctor in time when you are sick. Always thinking about what you have and what you don't will increase your mental pressure. Go back. There are some things that should be said more, no It should be said that it is better to rot in the stomach, and unrestrained speech will always bring disaster."

The warm words stopped Bai Yan from crying, she raised her weeping face and looked up at the heartless man.It seemed unbelievable that such hurtful words could come out of a mouth that had once sworn to each other.

Father Yang only looked down at Bai Yan from the corner of his eye, and the two changed their expressions several times as they looked at each other, and finally Bai Yan withdrew her timid gaze first.She probably tidied up her unkempt self, took her daughter and left in embarrassment.The bleak background is like fallen leaves returning to the dust, no longer longing for the short-term happiness that the autumn wind will give her.

Yang Yuran was at a loss while watching the play. For some reason, Father Yang's attitude changed abnormally after hearing Bai Yan's crying about her illness.

Isn't it normal for the plot to blame Bai Yan on Yang Yuran, saying that she deliberately placed negative cards to harm others?

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?

As soon as the thought came to her, she shivered. She would rather believe that there are aliens in space than believe that Father Yang will get better.The main reason is that she can't afford to lose, she can't be as nostalgic as Yang's mother.

After finishing the last sip of porridge, he put the bowl back on the table, unlocked Yang's mother's phone and checked the time.It was eleven o'clock in the middle of the night, and sleepiness appeared.

Yawning, she was going to stay for at most ten more minutes, and went back to sleep after listening to the 'teaching' that Father Yang left her.

Before locking the screen, you can see the red dot number on the calendar, 57.

Her mobile phone will always receive spam messages. The scammers have worked hard to spread the advertisements, not only sending them through iMessage, but also sending them through family and calendar.

Click on the calendar app on Mother Yang's phone, planning to clear it up for her.

A closer look found that the red dots on the dates were not junk advertisements. The loving notes broke her heart wrapped in copper walls and iron walls every minute. Each red dot represented a special date note.

There is her aunt's period that will be advanced three days a month, her wake-up time, best meal time, and work time on the first day of her employment, and even Zhou Yuanyuan's birthday, preferences, taboo foods, etc...

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

Father Yang took the new tea made by the old housekeeper, blew on the distinct green tea leaves and drank them.

Seeing her looking down at her mobile phone, she thought she was playing with her temper and didn't bother to answer.

Handing the cup back, he ordered bluntly: "It's too thick, make it again."

"Yes, sir."

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

"I don't have a son. You are my eldest daughter. The family property, love, and status you want are all trivial things, but Dad, I just want my daughter to be filial and live a decent life. There is an old saying that goes well, family and everything Xing, let go of the hostility between Bai Yan and Feifei."

Sure enough, dogs can't change their eating shit, and people can't change their nature.

Father Yang has never learned the truth, he has no interest in knowing it at all, what he wants is the absolute obedience of his family and the absolute power in the company.

"You think so,"

Yang Yuran was not at all moved by Yang's father dismissing Bai Yan's mother and daughter and communicating with her in private, but instead let Yang's mother's cell phone calendar memo confuse her defenses.Carefully put away the warm love, unwilling to take advantage of the unique hoarse voice, cleared his throat with two coughs, and asked in a neither humble nor overbearing manner after returning to the normal tone.

"You think I got the bad card and hid it in their room to torture them, don't you?"

The sharp questioning angle pierced Father Yang's meager patience, he clicked his tongue irritably, and frowned and scolded.

"That's enough. I don't care about it. You're not finished. You have to be content with everything. Dad wants you and your mother to be happy. Let Bai Yan and the others move to the annex building. I'm afraid you will be punished in another company." I am wronged, it only takes two weeks to free up a high-level job for you. Which servant you and your mother don't like, I will make her disappear in front of your eyes the next day. Recently, you and Feifei have conflicts again, and I am all for you. Even you My mother's good friends are all praising me, saying that I have a deep affection for your mother."

Yang Yuran laughed and shook her head, she really couldn't compliment Yang's father's deliberately created image of a good man, and mocked him: "I'm still praising your prodigal son as an auntie."

Faced with Yang Yuran's lack of respect, Yang's father was furious and asked angrily, "I figured out that I am your father, how can I talk to your father?"

"Okay, you are amazing, can I go to sleep?"

Yang Yuran's eyelids drooped, and she continued to look through Yang's mother's phone as if she was not interested in chatting.

Father Yang pinched the wine glass with two fingers, forcibly suppressed the urge to smash it over, picked up the tea that the old butler had re-brewed for the third time, and poured the tea leaves into two large mouthfuls.

His tongue was so hot that it bubbled instantly, he raised his hand and threw the purple sand tea cup made by Master Yu Guoliang to the ground, and then scolded the butler: "I told you many times, you can't drink black tea in early summer."

The scalding water was poured on the butler's shoes and legs, but the butler didn't dodge the slightest bit, just confessed and apologized: "I'm sorry, master, it's because my memory has deteriorated in old age, and I won't do it again."

"Get off."

Father Yang waved his hand in disgust, and the housekeeper limped out.

"Yang Fei's habit of smashing things and bullying the weak can be learned from you."

The sharp comment made Yang's father turn red with embarrassment, he blew his beard and stared at Yang Yuran, and returned to the unfinished topic.

"Some words are hard to hear. Who can guarantee that they will not make mistakes for the rest of their lives. The prodigal son will never change his life. How I treat your mother, she has her own judgment, and it's not your turn to meddle in her affairs. Just talk about you, I almost I have been obedient to you, you really should learn from Yang Fei's cleverness and know how to make me happy, what else do you not satisfy?"

Father Yang finished what he wanted to express on his own, and saw Yang Yuran's fingers stop sliding the phone.

You can't see her expression clearly and you can't judge her state of mind, but for a child, the combination of grace and power is always useful.

After waiting for a while without seeing Yang Yuran speak, Yang's father gave in, sighing and said: "Dad has neglected to discipline you since childhood and spoiled you, so it is my retribution for you to treat me like this now. I don't ask you You're going to have trouble with Yang Fei, I just hope you don't spoil the family relationship a little bit."

"Are you spoiling me?"

Yang Yuran didn't use you, so she raised her eyes suddenly, and answered the missing questions in a cold voice: "I am dissatisfied with many things, and I am dissatisfied with your blindness. I am dissatisfied with this house. The stage of string puppets. I am not satisfied that you are obviously full of hypocritical calculations, and you still want others to flatter you. I am not satisfied with your appearance of gold and jade, but of failure. I am not satisfied with you,"

Snapped!
A slap was slapped on the face of the woman who spoke excitedly.

Yang Yuran covered her burning face, and slapped her on the other side of the cheek the next second.

Father Yang came to her in the midst of his duty, slapped his face sullenly, and cursed furiously the next second, saying what he had endured all night.

"I shouldn't be soft-hearted and leave you as a wicked seed."

In the middle of the night, Yang Yuran was lying on the bed, her eyes were wide open, she was very awake, and she repeatedly reproduced the memory of the dinner party in her mind.

It's not that she has a tendency to abuse herself, it's just that Father Yang has once again strengthened her determination to help Mother Yang get rid of the devil and protect herself and Mother Yang.

So there are some details that she thinks are worthy of in-depth scrutiny.

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

It didn't take long for Yang's father to turn his face and deny anyone. She couldn't believe that this change had something to do with her.If it had nothing to do with her, then it was destined to be a certain sentence of Bai Yan that offended Father Yang's untouchable Nilin. Which sentence was it?
At night, the memory was too complicated and messy, so Yang Yuran wrote down all the impressions and words with a pen, and checked them one by one, but found no useful information.

After thinking hard until four o'clock in the morning, her memory was affected by sleepiness, and the number of conversations she could recall increased instead of decreasing, so she had to temporarily give up the investigation.Fold the paper full of words, and plan to think about it whenever you have free time, and record what you think of, and you can always catch the real fox tail.

During the day, I came to the company in a daze, and after the morning meeting for the cubs, I called up the document of Guardian's statistical Ys data, and looked it up carefully.

To help Fan Sirui win the domestic sub-block spokesperson, there is no need to know the situation of the international boss, as long as you find the person in charge of the East Asia region, and getting the other party's approval is enough to facilitate the matter.

Select the corresponding directory with the mouse to enter the core introduction of the East Asia section, and the information of three men and one woman comes into view.

Two of the three men are in their early 30s, one is 52, and the female executive is also just 31. More than 30 can achieve the core position of the international blue blood brand area, which can be regarded as young and promising.

Looking at the nationality, only the 52-year-old man is Malay, and the rest are all of the same nationality as Yang Yuran.

Zhou Yuanyuan was very careful and marked the men with whom the company had contacts.The other party's name was Luo Jing, she had a face with Chinese characters, and her facial features showed a look of calm and prestige.

In Zhou Yuanyuan's words, this person is either very principled or has a big appetite, and most of the gifts sent by Guardian every year are returned.Zhou's father worked hard for a long time, and barely lowered his seniority to be able to be called a friend with the other party.

There is no humility in the word "commensurate", 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 of the year before last.

After receiving it, it is very efficient, and the actual resources will be cashed out at the end of the year.At that time, the spokesperson of Ys was Duan Jingyuan, a well-known actress, and Li Bei was qualified as the male lead of commercials.

Don't look at it as the leading actor in a small commercial, because of this, Li Bei was promoted to the second tier.After all, to cooperate with the actress is an opportunity that many people can't dream of.

In the morning, I found out the known information of Ys core members, and at noon, I brought Zhou Yuanyuan's favorite crayfish to the other party's office to inquire about gossip.

After the two girlfriends finished their meal, Yang Yuran cut to the chase and asked, "Is it because the calligraphy and painting gifts that Uncle Zhou gave you were too literary and artistic for people to appreciate?"

Yang Yuran said it more reservedly. She originally wanted to ask Luo Jing if she liked practical, heavy benefits that could be realized immediately.

"It's not quite like it. Zhang Yaohang also knows Luo Jing. We still connected through him. I heard Zhang Yaohang mention it to my brother. Luo Jing is very interested in Qi Baishi's paintings, and also interested in ancient porcelain. Every time he returns The National Congress went to Zhang Yaohang's store for a long time to play, and made bottles that imitated ancient underglaze porcelain."

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

He patted Yang Yuran, who was lost in thought, and asked, "Is it possible that people look down on me and my dad?"

When I got close to my best friend, I noticed something strange, opened my mouth wide and said in a low voice: "My God, Yuran, your complexion is so bad, it seems that someone caught you a few times, and there are some red marks on your pale and pale face."