President, my wife refuses to admit that she is pregnant with your baby.

Chapter 8 Han Cunxiao had all kinds of bad things in his previous life, but at this moment in his life, he is still a good person.

Burn secretary’s photo!

The secretary in the photo is wild and charming. Her high breasts, slender waist, and sunlight above her head couldn't match her brilliance.

Qian Kai hurriedly clicked again. As a result, new photos appeared.

Qian Kai covered his head and narrowed his eyes severely.

Shut down the machine!

It was as if Qian Kai was watching a short movie and was caught.

The expressions on the faces of the senior officials became ambiguous.

Mr. Han is so aloof and aloof that he is indifferent to women. It turns out that there is a best one next to me.

Qian was confused.

It's over, Mr. Han's secret has been revealed.

He was unintentional, absolutely unintentional.

"What did everyone just see?" Qian Kai asked everyone in confusion while packing up the computer.

The senior management are all old people. He shook his head neatly: "I didn't see anything."

"Okay." Qian Kai finally breathed a sigh of relief. But he was still worried, so he turned around and warned: "If I hear something I shouldn't hear, I will die with him!"

Han Cunxiao drove the car and rushed to the place called Jiangjun Road.

The early summer sunshine spreads golden light all over the ground. At ten o'clock, there were more people.

In the hurried crowd, there were no children or secretary Ran.

He pulled over and parked the car, his heart pounding. He stared at the ground carefully, checking over and over again, fearing that he would find a pool of bright red blood and completely ruin his life.

Xiaoran, nothing happens to you! Wait for me, wait for me!

Han Cunxiao called her cell phone frantically again, but Secretary Ran didn't answer.

That beeping busy tone is a sound of torture.

Han Cunxiao's eyes turned red and he almost wanted to drop his phone.

The phone rang suddenly.

Burning secretary?
Han Cunxiao answered with trembling hands.

"Mr. Han, I had an emergency and I didn't have time to ask you for leave. I'm sorry." Mo Xiaoran's voice sounded as if he was exhausted after a disaster.

Han Cunxiao only had a moment before he said coldly: "Is it so difficult to make a phone call? Is working in the company so casual?"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Han, I was wrong." Mo Xiaoran's speed in admitting mistakes is the fastest in the world.

He still wanted to scold Mo Xiaoran, but Han Cunxiao suddenly didn't want to.

He couldn't figure out what this girl was thinking now.

On the other end of the phone, Mo Xiaoran called out to Mr. Han several times.

His heart ached as she shouted.

"What do you want to say?" Han Cunxiao wanted to ask her where she was.

"Can you lend me some money?" Mo Xiaoran finally couldn't help it. All her own money was invested in Yantang Zhenpin. There are no friends around to borrow money from. I had no choice but to muster up the courage to borrow money from Han Cunxiao.

"How much?" Han Cunxiao's heart tightened. Is she hurt?
"Fifty-three thousand, I'll pay you back after your salary is paid." Mo Xiaoran was worried that he would not be willing to borrow 5, so he changed his mind to 3.

"Okay. Where are you?"

Han Cunxiao pretended to be indifferent.

Mo Xiaoran thought to herself, why don't you just transfer it to me directly? She still answered honestly: "The Second City Hospital."

When Han Cunxiao rushed to the Second Hospital, Mo Xiaoran was leaning on the stool outside the operating room. Next to her was an old woman with red and swollen eyes, wiping tears silently. She sobbed suppressedly. While crying, he looked at Mo Xiaoran with tears in his eyes.

"Grandma, don't worry, I won't leave Chengcheng alone." Mo Xiaoran held her grandma's skinny hand and comforted her softly.

She remembered that this child in her previous life was not saved because she was not sent to the hospital in time. The child and grandma depend on each other. After the child was gone, Grandma Tu lost all hope of living, and within a month, she also died in the rental house.

Perhaps it was the hellish miserable experience she and her child had in her previous life, and she did not allow her life with a child to be so miserable before her eyes.

If someone had given her a helping hand in her previous life, she and her child would not have died so tragically.

Even if someone kindly gave them a knife, they would suffer a lot less.

She has control over this child named Chengcheng.

Han Cunxiao stood in the corridor, staring blankly at the old man and the young man outside the operating room. Mo Xiaoran's face was a little pale, his bright eyes were like melting winter snow, and his posture was dignified and gentle. The cold hospital corridor became inexplicably charming.

He had the urge to hold Mo Xiaoran tightly in his arms. He didn't dare.

This girl may be too defensive about him.

He calmed down a little.

Mo Xiaoran comforted Grandma Tu, and when she suddenly raised her eyes, she saw Han Cunxiao looking at her coldly.

Is he really here?
She couldn't help but grin. Han Cunxiao had all kinds of bad things in his previous life, but at this moment in his life, he was still a good person.

"Xiao Ran, you're not hurt, are you?" Han Cunxiao didn't want to call her Secretary Ran, in this place where they were the only acquaintances.

Xiaoran?

Mo Xiaoran was in a daze for a moment.

When they first got married in the previous life, he seemed to dote on her. That's what she was called too.

That short month of sweet romance changed her miserable life in her previous life.

"Han——"

Mo Xiaoran was about to say, Mr. Han, you are here.

The old lady stood up and seemed to be even happier than Mo Xiaoran: "The girl said someone sent her money, but my old lady didn't believe it. She thought the girl took the opportunity to leave. I didn't expect it to be true. It's true."

"What a handsome young man, he is a perfect match for the girl."

"The girl said she is pregnant. Your couple's doll must be the most beautiful doll in the world!"

The old man kept talking nonstop.

Mo Xiaoran was a little embarrassed. Han Cunxiao wouldn't think that she told the old lady this, right?
No, you must make it clear.

The father of her child is dead, and the glamorous and wealthy man in front of her is her boss and has nothing to do with her!
Before she spoke, Han Cunxiao answered calmly.

"Thank you grandma."

What does he mean? Han Cunxiao, I don’t want others to misunderstand that you have nothing to do with me!

Just as he was about to speak, Han Cunxiao supported Grandma Tu and said, "Let's go pay the fee and let Xiao Ran rest here. She's pregnant. Don't be too tired."

Grandma Tu patted Mo Xiaoran's hand: "Girl, you are a nice person, and the people you meet are also nice."

Mo Xiaoran wanted to argue, but found that she didn't know where to start.

Sitting on the stool dullly, there was a ding on the phone, Alipay received 50,000?
Han Cunxiao actually knows his Alipay?
Later, when he thought about it, it was not surprising that he knew that Alipay was his mobile phone number.

Until the afternoon, Chengcheng did not come out.

Mo Xiaoran's heart sank to the bottom. Chengcheng is in first grade and is shorter than other children of the same age. Only a pair of big black grape-like eyes seemed to be able to speak. Many of the child's characteristics are like those of his son in his previous life.

Thinking of his son in his previous life, he only learned two words in his life, mother.

In the back of my mind, my son's big eyes were filled with tears as they were tortured by the illness. She wanted to hug the poor child tightly again.

I was so absorbed in thinking that my eyes were filled with dense mist.

(End of this chapter)