CEO, You Look Like My Daddy

Someone is preparing to leave, someone is already on the road.

Some stories are beginning, others are coming to an end.

And some stories

Changed the heroine

These stories and their protagonists are scattered in different latitudes and at different times.

Like black and white chess pieces, scattered, as if irrelevant, their lives.

Unexpectedly, they had been placed on the same chessboard long ago.

Longitude and latitude intersect, black and white play chess, which is their inevitable fate.

The Chiang family.

In the silent living room, the fragrance of roses and red wine floated faintly.

The red roses in full bloom on the windowsill are charming and dripping, and the petals bloom against the light, just like its owner, so proud.

I don't know since when, the flowers next to Jiang's windowsill have never been let go. Every time the petals wither slightly, a bunch of fresh roses will always be replaced.

On the tea table in front of the sofa, there is a goblet quietly. It contains dark red liquid. It flickers gently and flows slowly. It reflects beautiful light under the light. It is a little fragrant and mixed with the aroma of roses. It is refreshing in this space.

The breeze brushed the screen curtain in front of the French window. In the long silent space, there was a dull noise. It was the sound of high-heeled shoes stepping on the carpet.

Follow the sound, the thin high heels step out of small pits on the thick fluffy carpet. Up, there are thin and white ankles and shins with bright and moist skin. Up, there is the posture wrapped by the high split blue cloud pattern cheongsam. It is concave and convex, graceful and exquisite. The posture of leaning on the table at will can attract people's imagination.

"Oh."

In the quiet space, a dull laugh suddenly came.

In the corner of the living room, Zhang Kuang leaned against the single sofa and put his leg on the armrest of the sofa. He spat on the ground and glanced up and down at the woman standing at the table.

"Yes, you have a way of imitating your sister." Zhang nodded wildly, the smile on the corner of his mouth was unclear, and his eyes were full of aggression.

Jiang ruting glanced at him obliquely. The tear mole in the corner of her eyes was particularly obvious under the light. She hummed gently. The whole person looked completely like Jiang Rumo from the appearance, but her voice was not as soft as hers: "but you can't."

There was a faint disdain in her expression and tone. When she heard that Zhang Kuang frowned, his eyes suddenly became sharp. He glanced at her and said in a cold voice: "what did you say?"

"Don't forget, I'm my sister now, and you in front of my sister are far more slaves than now." Jiang ruting didn't look at him, with a small arc on his lips, like ridicule and provocation, raised his hand to himself and drank a cup of boiled water.

The bright sarcasm in her words made her crazy anger rush up at once.

It is one thing for him to let Jiang Rumo, but he will never allow Jiang ruting to be presumptuous in front of him.

At that moment, Zhang Kuang threw a cigarette end, smiled grimly, stepped in front of her in three or two steps, raised his hand and impolitely waved away Jiang ruting's water cup.

The white porcelain water cup bounced on the carpet twice, and finally did not escape the fate of fragmentation.

Jiang ruting took a look. Before she looked up, her chin was restrained by a rough big hand.

Zhang Kuang roughly pinched Jiang ruting's chin and clamped her like a pair of pliers, so that she could only slightly raise her head and look at him.

But even so, Jiang ruting did not show a look of fear at all.

She always looked at him coldly. In her eyes, in addition to coldness, the only thing she could distinguish was disdain.

Zhang Kuang sank his face, met her cold eyes, and suddenly smiled. I have to say that Jiang ruting at the moment is really similar to Jiang Rumo at a moment.

Not just the skin, but the temperament.

Cold, cruel.

Zhang Kuang put his other hand on her smooth cheek, pinched it obscene, gently approached her and said, "smelly girl, don't forget you're just a fake. It's also for your sister's sake that I give you some face in front of you. Don't put on airs for me after you. No one in the world can make me swallow my anger except your sister."

His voice was not high, but his bottom was full of hostility.

The moment Zhang Kuang approached, Jiang ruting immediately turned her head and felt his breath spray on her skin. She frowned disgustingly, but she still couldn't earn the shackles of a man.

"Really?" Jiang ruting snorted coldly. He broke away. He didn't break away, so he didn't move. He just sneered, "your main reason is that you'll be disappointed to hear you say this."

"Fuck you..." Zhang Kuang's face was ferocious and cursed. His other hand had been fiercely raised in front of Jiang ruting, only one punch away from her face.

He usually hates others' provocation, but today the girl challenges his patience again and again.

"Oh, you fight!" Jiang ruting felt the face-to-face boxing, but she didn't even frown. She raised her neck and looked fearless. "Arrogant, you dare to touch me today. Don't think I'll cooperate with you in the future!"

Her face was resolute. Even though Zhang Kuang didn't know this person as well as Jiang Rumo, he also knew that Jiang Rumo's little sister was the same as her sister at some time.

After all, they are twin sisters. Even if they want to go in different directions, some things in their character can't be changed. They are deeply hidden in their blood.

Zhang Kuang is also afraid to really annoy her. After all, she has a lot of uses in the future. If she really gets rid of her hand and leaves at that time, not to mention that if the plan can't be completed, it will annoy the "Lord". It's just Jiang Rumo, who will certainly blame herself for it.

His fist stopped in the air for a moment, and at last he gave a cold hum and released the hand that held her chin.

Jiang ruting still looked at him, her eyes did not shrink back, she was really not afraid.

"Bah, what a bad luck!" Zhang Kuang spat, glared at her, turned and walked out.

Jiang ruting looked at his back when he left. When there was no more him in her sight, she took a breath. Her shoulders relaxed and she fell down on the chair. The red print on her chin was particularly obvious on her white skin, but she seemed to feel no pain.

Her pain is not there, but the perfect tear mole in the painting.

Jiang ruting took a paper towel from the table and vigorously wiped the tear mole in the corner of her eyes. Her skin was painful and the corners of her eyes were red. However, she still didn't stop moving and seemed to feel nothing.

The red in the corner of the eye gradually spread to the orbit and fundus. The eyes that were not afraid when they confronted frantic just now suddenly fogged, condensed into tears, overflowed the orbit and wetted the originally wrinkled paper towel.