Hey, I'm Leaving Again

Song Ran's words, like a poison needle, deeply pierced Lin Yurou's heart.

Lin Yurou's face was ugly.

Lin Yurou has always been a celebrity aristocrat. Now Song ran talks to herself like this. Lin Yurou not only feels unbalanced in her heart, but also thinks that song ran can talk to her like this, but because she is spoiled by Mo Qianxing. Lin Yurou's psychology is more and more unbalanced.

When Lin Yurou just wanted to say something, her wrist was suddenly held.

Lin Yurou looked back angrily, but she saw Mo Qianxing.

"You, Qian Xing... Why are you here?"

Mo Qianxing couldn't say that he was worried about song ran, so he kept looking for people and found that song ran was here. So Mo Qianxing came here in a hurry.

Mo Qianxing frowned slightly.

"Nothing. I happened to hear you two arguing here, so come and have a look."

Lin Yurou frowned. In fact, she didn't believe what Mo Qianxing said.

But when Lin Yurou just tooted his mouth and wanted to say more, Mo Qianxing said, "it's getting late. I'll take you back."

Because there are other reasons for work, Lin Yurou has long moved away from the Lin family and doesn't live here. Moreover, Lin Yurou also told Mo Qianxing at the beginning to send her home when Mo Qianxing is over.

It's just that Mo Qianxing, speaking this sentence now, has some meaning to get rid of this dilemma for song ran.

Lin Yurou was unhappy at once.

"What's the matter with you? You're still reading about her, aren't you? That's why you want to be like this."

Mo Qianxing frowned at Lin Yurou, but he suddenly remembered what master Lin and Mo Qianxing had said in the study.

Mo Qianxing suppressed his anger.

"No, you think too much. It's getting late. The reception here is almost over. Let me take you back."

When Lin Yurou wanted to say more, Jiang Pingan came out.

"If Miss Lin really doesn't want to go back, please ask Mr. Mo to send me back first. At the right time, I can take the opportunity to cultivate feelings with Mr. mo. as for Miss Lin? I have a lot of valets here to take you back. What do you think, Miss Lin?"

Lin Yurou glanced at Jiang Ping'an. If the Song family is now in decline, the Jiang family has been a famous aristocrat for hundreds of years. The Lin family is only half a bucket compared with the Jiang family.

Moreover, if Lin Yurou was right, his father also wanted to divorce Mo Qianxing and Jiang Pingan a long time ago. Anyway, it was helpful to Lin's enterprise. Thinking of this, Lin Yurou didn't dare to continue his affectation.

"No, Qian Xing will take me back, so I won't bother Miss Jiang."

After the two of them spoke, Lin Yurou really took Mo Qianxing's arm and went out. Mo Qianxing glanced at Song ran after he went out. The mood in his eyes was unclear.

Jiang Ping'an came over and patted song ran on the arm.

"To tell you the truth, Mo Qian Xing has difficulties. What are the specific difficulties? I'd better wait for him to tell you in person. I won't talk much. Are you going back? Elder martial brother is there."

Before Song ran could speak, Liang Qingbai came over. The whole person was still very gentle. Seeing that song ran was wet, he quickly took off his suit and put it on Song ran.

"Sorry, I didn't see you tonight. Are you?"

Song ran shook his head.

"Nothing. I accidentally fell into the pool."

Jiang Ping'an saw Liang Qingbai's gentle appearance. To be honest, there was something delicious in her heart, but she didn't say it.

"A dog is careless enough. It's not early. The little girl's body is still wet. She's still standing here. Don't hurry to drive us back."

Liang Qingbai was awakened by Jiang Pingan's words and nodded in an instant.

"I'll drive you back now."

After Jiang Ping'an left, only Jiang Ping'an and song ran were left at the scene. Jiang Ping'an glanced at Song ran.

Seeing that song ran was about to say thank you, Jiang Ping'an quickly waved her hand.

"Don't say thank you to me. I'm not trying to help you, and I don't know you very well. This is from the perspective of people who came here. I've seen a lot of things and know that Mo Qian's punishment is not easy, so I barely help him speak."

Song ran pinches her finger and doesn't respond to this sentence. Many people say that it was song Ran's father who killed Mo Qianxing's parents that made Mo Qianxing an orphan. Song ran doesn't know how to explain this matter or how to say it.

Since I don't know what to say, I won't say it at all. Just at this time, Liang Qingbai also drove over. Several people were speechless all the way, and song ran returned to his apartment.

Song ran waved to the two people in the car.

"Thank you, senior brother. I'll go up first."

Song ran hurried up after saying something. Jiang Ping'an glanced at Song ran and smiled, but he didn't care much about it.

"I didn't expect you to like this kind of girl."

Liang Qingbai lowered his eyebrows and didn't interrupt.

"Where do you live now? Or in a hotel? It's not good for a girl to always stay in a hotel."

Jiang Ping'an shook his head with disdain.

"I live in a hotel. I'm happy. I have money. It's not that I can't afford to live. Compared with some people for so many years, I have to buy a house every time I go to a place. I have to buy a set of people no matter how big or small. What I say is what sense of belonging. I think this is much stronger than some people."

Liang Qingbai glanced at Jiang Ping'an and shook his head helplessly.

The two of them, together with Mo Qianxing, are good friends. They are actually familiar with each other's habits over the years, but they are used to mutual resentment and are not too willing to express their true self completely. Just like Jiang Ping'an now, they talk so venomously, but they are just concerned about Liang Qingbai. Liang Qingbai knows how to understand her, So I didn't say anything more.

"Give me your address and I'll take you back."

Jiang Pingan disdained to hook the corner of his mouth.

"You are really as usual. You have to go home and lie down after a meeting. What fun is there in your life? Are you old-fashioned?"

"Why not go home?"

"Chi."