"Xiaoran." Red aunt distressed looking at Fu Zhiran.

She watched them grow up. How could she not know that Mengmeng was a gift from LAN Jingyan for Fu Zhiran's 15th birthday.

Fu Zhiran's mother is allergic to dog hair, so Mengmeng has been at LAN's house.

Now LAN Jingyan doesn't care so much about giving Meng Meng to others. Fu Zhiran's heart is definitely not good.

"I'll go back first."

Fu Zhiran smiles, says hello and bows to leave.

……

The familiar path, the Wutong trees on both sides, has been yellowed.

Fu Zhiran steps unknowingly, went to the familiar front stop.

The huge yard is full of flowers and plants.

"We have to make a mark to show that this is our little tomato."

"Dad, I also planted vegetables."

Memories like an old movie, happy people do not want to come out, Fu Zhiran can not help bending lips.

"Oh, isn't this the sweet cake in our courtyard, Miss Fu?"

Suddenly, a sarcastic voice came from the right.

"I'm Mrs. Rong now."

Memories are interrupted, and the smile on Fu Zhiran's face disappears immediately. She turns her head and looks in the direction of the voice. Three women have arrived at her side.

She cold face, do not want to pay attention to them, ready to move around from their side, but they follow her move, is to stop her.

Looking at her cold appearance, someone sarcastically said: "Fu Zhiran, looking at your home has become someone else's, is it particularly sour in my heart?"

"Who made your dad so bad?"

"By the way, how many mistresses did your father raise outside at that time?"

"Pa!"

The questioner, the voice is still declining, Fu Zhiran has raised his hand, a slap has fallen on her face.

The woman was hit muddled for a moment, reaction, she reached out a strong grasp of Fu Zhiran collar, "Fu Zhiran, you dare to hit me."

The other two women also took action, one grabbed Fu Zhiran's hair, and the other kicked her in the back.

"Do you still think that you are the former Miss Fu who has a chief father and is favored by Lan Jing Yan?"

"Little cheap hoof, let's make a good calculation today... Ah..."

Suddenly, the woman who kicked her behind gave a cry and fell to the ground.

The other two women also seem to see a ghost, release the Fu Zhiran, frightening retreat.

When the woman who fell to the ground got up, the three ran away.

Can frighten people into such, need not see, Fu Zhiran also knows who is standing behind.

She turned slowly, looked up at the man close at hand, eyes red, black eyes covered with a layer of water mist.

Open mouth, lips trembled, "my father is wronged."

LAN Jingyan nodded, "I believe it!"

No hesitation, unconditional trust.

"Oh, you believe it." Fu Zhiran sneered coldly and wiped the tears in the corner of his eyes.

That sneer, full of irony.

LAN Jingyan frowned and looked at Fu Zhiran suspiciously, "Fu Zhiran!"

Fu Zhiran's face still showed a sneer, "Lan Jingyan, you know, I have never liked you. Before, it was just because you were LAN Er Shao, and many girls like you. I feel that you are spoiled and admired by many people. Because of vanity, I stick to you every day."

The atmosphere was extremely cold.

LAN Jingyan reached out and clasped Fu Zhiran's wrist, pulled her closer, lowered her head, gritted her teeth, glared at her and growled, "you say it again."

"Saying it many times can't change the fact that I married Rong Yue." Fu Zhiran shakes off LAN Jingyan's hand.

Eyes and his dark eyes, there is really no trace of temperature.