Reborn as a wealthy family, Young Master Zhan lay down obediently

Chapter 2 Don't Be So Proud

An Ranran sat back on the bed and looked up at her mother: "Mom, do you want me to go to that dance?"

Ran Huiyi's smile subsided little by little, and there was deep helplessness in her eyes: "Ran Ran, if you don't want to go, we won't go."

not going?

An Ranran thought of his father in his memory. He was always headstrong. If he knew that his orders were disobeyed, he would beat and scold them mercilessly.

In An Ranran's memory, it was not once or twice that his father beat his mother severely. He could beat him whenever he wanted, under any excuse.

It's just such a cruel person to the extreme, who still pretends to be a modest gentleman outside, and desperately tries to get close to those powerful people.The Gu family in Kyoto is the one he is trying to curry favor with.

An Ranran thought of that man, Gu Shaochen from the Gu family in Kyoto.

In the last life, because of this man, her father was not able to beat her up.

At that time, she even secretly rejoiced that the person Gu Shaochen liked was her.Let her have a bit of confidence in front of her father.
Let her reach out to protect the mother who has no resistance when her father beats her mother severely.

However, in the end, it was this person who pushed her onto the path of death.

An Ranran's eyes narrowed.

If I remember correctly, Gu Shaochen will also be present at the party at Fuli Villa tonight...

Seeing her daughter startled again, Ran Huiyi sighed softly, and took a comb to comb her hair.

An Ranran's hair grows very well, black and smooth, and after combing neatly, it looks like a black waterfall, shining with a satin-like luster.

It was because of his good looks that he became the target of that person's anger.

As soon as An Ranran closed her eyes, she saw the pair of scissors waving above her head.

By the time Ran Huiyi finished An Ranran's hair, An Ranran had already made up her mind that if she wanted to rewrite her fate, she would start tonight.

Knowing that An Ranran was willing to go, Ran Huiyi was not only unhappy, but even more sad.She knew what her husband wanted to do by sending her daughter to such an occasion, but she really couldn't stop her.Before, she thought that as long as her daughter was happy, it would be fine, but now it seems that An Ranran doesn't want to at all.

Ran Huiyi felt uneasy. Today's An Ranran gave her a very strange feeling. The person in front of her was obviously her daughter, but she was different from before.Ran Huiyi couldn't tell exactly what was different.

Now that you decide to go, the dress is essential.

An Ranran turned her head, her gaze rested on the cardboard box, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, she didn't know, she thought she was looking forward to the dress inside.

Slender fingers hung over the carton.

If nothing else, there should be a white hip skirt in the box.

Wrapped chest.

There isn't enough fabric for the entire garment to make a complete top.

A father would choose such a dress for his daughter. Apart from An Qinghui, there is no other person in this world who can choose.

But in the last life, she obeyed her father's words, because he told her that it was the work of a famous French designer and unique in China.

So she, who loves vanity, puts it on happily.

Clothes are good in all respects, both in fabric and workmanship, but the fabric is really scarce.

Especially after wearing it, the buttocks are tightly wrapped, and the top is covered with breasts, and most of the breasts are exposed there.

In the previous life, she was also very embarrassed, right?But her father told her that the reason why she chose this dress was to match her long black and smooth hair!Black and white matching is always fashionable.

At that time, standing in front of the mirror, she somehow felt that this dress was indeed tailor-made for her.

The black and smooth long hair matched the white tight skirt perfectly, and it would be impossible for another person to wear her so stunningly.

However, in her last life, what she didn't know was that this dress was indeed eye-catching, but it would also leave people with an indecent image of deliberately seducing men.

Now, after many years, this dress was placed in front of her again, An Ranran narrowed her eyes, and gritted her teeth calmly!
night.

Rich Villa.

As night fell, the villa became lively.

All kinds of decorations and neon lights come into battle, embellishing the villa like a fairyland on earth.

The bustling Kyoto never lacks rich people.

All kinds of luxury cars come and go in this place, and the men and women who get out of the luxury cars also appear on the stage in a glamorous and beautiful manner.

eight o'clock.

An Qinghui drove his two daughters to Fuli Villa.

After seeing all kinds of famous cars, the security guard at the entrance of the villa had some disdain for this ordinary-looking car with a mid-priced price.

But when An Qinghui lowered the car window and handed out the invitation, the well-informed security captain immediately bent down and bowed to them, watching them enter the villa.

A young man among the security guards said to the captain very strangely: "How can a person who drives this kind of car receive an invitation card? Isn't this a charity gala today? Does he have money to donate?"

The security captain glared at him: "Although the car is not good, there are two beauties in his car!"

Several security guards looked at each other and smiled, unconsciously showing a bit of wretchedness in their eyes.

In the car, An Qinghui glared at An Ranran dissatisfiedly again: "After you get in, find a place immediately and put away all the messy things on your clothes."

An Ranran glanced at the serious and frowning father, and sneered in his heart, but on his face, he looked like a child, and said with half-pushed lips coquettishly: "It was specially designed by others. Today I not only I want everyone to be amazed by my beauty, and let them see my talent."

An Qinghui turned his head to look at An Ranran who was sitting behind through the mirror, and frowned even tighter: "What do you know? That dress is the work of a famous French designer. How capable and talented are you?"

The disdain in his voice made An Ranran grit his teeth, but on the surface he didn't dare to show it at all, he just argued aggrievedly: "Dad, how could you hit me like this? It feels good. Sis, tell me!" An Ranran kicked the ball in front of An Yuke.

An Yuke has always been a master who is good at observing words and feelings. When she heard that her father and An Ranran had a dispute, of course she chose to side with her father without a doubt, but on An Ranran's side, she didn't want to offend her, so she thought about it , and said with the mud: "Actually, Ran Ran's modification is very creative. However, what Dad said is not bad. After all, this is in the works of the master. Ran Ran, no matter how talented we are, we will never be able to compare with the master's work." ?”

These words caught An Qinghui's eyes: "Look at your sister!"

An Ranran closed her mouth and didn't speak anymore.

I originally thought that I could get away with the matter of the dress here, but now it seems impossible.

So, think of another way.In short, tonight, it is absolutely impossible for her to appear in that extremely revealing dress again, yes, absolutely impossible!

(End of this chapter)