Marriage status: Ex-husband, please respect yourself

Chapter 506 Why did you give birth to him

In about half a month, You Mao successfully gnawed down the difficult bone of Mr. Mao, and won a five-year contract extension. The first year's orders were not many, but there were still about 1000 million.

For the newly established Youmao, it is actually a gratifying thing.

In addition to Mr. Mao, Shao Yunchen actually valued the customer chain he might bring behind him. As long as this giant Buddha is properly served, he doesn't have to worry about his business in the next few years.

On the other side, Shang Rui, who received the news, was obviously not in such a good mood.

The man who had just finished talking on the phone threw his phone aside heavily, stared coldly at the assistant standing cautiously by the door, and asked, "Where's Miss Song?"

Before going to the hospital today, Song Ran deliberately disclosed her itinerary to Shang Rui's assistant.

So at this time, sitting in front of the bed and carelessly peeling apples, it seems that the face is peaceful and leisurely, but in fact, it has already made a prediction about what may happen next.

She cut the peeled apples into small pieces, put them in a clean and beautiful dark green porcelain bowl, pushed the bowl out, and said with a bright and soft smile, "Take a break and eat some fruit."

Song Ran peeled fruit for others, and she couldn't find this situation a few times in her living memory, so when she pushed the bowl out, she laughed too.

The little girl with a big belly didn't know why, she raised her head from the thick pile of postgraduate entrance examination materials, blinked her bright eyes, and asked her curiously, "Sister Ran, what are you laughing at?"

The title "Sister Ran" was also chosen by the little girl on her own initiative.

In her cognition, the concept of so-called status and money is not so deep, and she confidently thinks that hard work and determination are enough to achieve a person's life.

So in her eyes, Song Ran is just a woman who is richer and more elegant than ordinary people. She has never been in awe or timidity towards her.

Song Ran, on the other hand, inexplicably liked this kind of relationship, and also admired this little girl's upright scholarly demeanor.

In the past month, she has been going to the hospital more diligently than before, but usually she doesn't stay too long, she just brings piles of things over, and leaves after a few instructions.

Seeing that the little girl continued to bury her head and casually eat the apple after she finished asking, Song Ran smiled again, wiped the fruit knife with a wet paper towel, put it back into the scabbard, and replied, "Nothing."

The little girl wrapped her mouth full of apples, which made her face deformed. While chewing, she turned her attention back to the book, and Song Ran couldn't help turning her gaze over, "You're also going to postpone your graduation. , if you want to take the postgraduate entrance examination, you have to take it next year, why should you be so serious?"

Because her mouth was full, Song Ran saw her chewing on herself for a long time, frowning and gulping it down before responding: "It's already been postponed, so I want to use this time to prepare well and get into a better school."

She suddenly turned her head and smiled at Lu Ran, revealing two intoxicating pear dimples, then stuffed an apple into her mouth, and said while stuffing: "I want to be like you, Sister Ran, without worrying about eating and drinking." , You don’t have to do things you don’t want to do because of money.”

The things she said she doesn't want to do also include, or the most important thing is this surrogacy.

Song Ran stared at her, and understood that the difference between a person who was dragged down by his original family and a famous family who was born with a golden spoon in his mouth was not just money.

There is also the pattern, and some people are born to be able to touch it, but some people are shocked and puzzled when they see it at the age of 30 or [-], and they still have to pretend to be amused and bitter with a familiar look.

For a moment, she wanted to pierce her dream, but after thinking about it, although it was difficult, it was not impossible.

So he stopped the conversation in time and asked her: "Then what school are you planning to go to?"

His mouth was still smacking, but his eyes were blinking seriously. After thinking about it, although he was a little embarrassed, he still said frankly: "Cambridge."

He blurted out two words, then shrugged and smiled in embarrassment the next second, "It's hard."

Song Ran was about to say something when she heard footsteps approaching the door hurriedly. Just as she squinted at the door, she saw that the door had been pushed open. Shang Rui looked like a traveler, and his whole body was soaked in fatigue.

He stood by the door, looking at the peaceful atmosphere over the bed, his brows were unconsciously frowned.

"Song Ran." From a distance, he solemnly called her name, and when she heard it, he would follow him out.

But this Miss Song heard it, but she didn't even look back, she just pretended not to know it and asked him: "What's wrong?"

The little girl gathered the quilt around her body, subconsciously supported her swollen belly with one hand, poked Song Ran's arm with the other hand, and called out cautiously, "Sister Ran."

She was still afraid of Shang Rui. When they met each other twice, what she saw was a cold face that was enough to shock people's hearts. The aura could make people breathless from a few meters away.

Song Ran glanced at the little girl, and finally turned around casually, her eyebrows raised slightly, "If it's for Mr. Mao's business, then you've found the wrong person. I don't know him very well."

Standing by the door, Shang Rui saw that Song Ran had already taken the initiative to change the topic, so he stopped holding back, strode in, and looked at her with downcast eyes: "Shao Yunchen doesn't have the information in my hand, so it's impossible for him to be so easy." Take this case."

The words are not clear, but the meaning is already very clear.

Song Ran was still sitting, reminding with a haughty and cold attitude, "Don't forget, my father and Mr. Mao are best friends. If it wasn't for his relationship, you wouldn't have been able to deal with him back then."

This reminder seemed to ignite the suppressed anger in Shang Rui's heart, and as soon as he approached, he almost stuck to Song Ran's feet, "Someone saw you entering my office alone. "

After the words were finished, Song Ran finally got up, turned around slightly, and faced the man in front of her face, she raised her hand to straighten his slightly wrinkled collar, and brushed off the dust that didn't exist on it.

"Fengrui has half of the investment of our Song family. I am the wife of your President Shang. Which identity is not enough to support me in your office?" She paused, and then lowered her arms after tidying everything up, "You Why did you make a special trip to ask for proof?"

"There's no need to ask for proof." His eyes became sharp instantly, as if he had already verified the answer he wanted, and he said again: "I just wanted to tell you that I'm going back to my parents for dinner today."

"Okay." Song Ran raised her eyebrows and agreed.

Before people clenched their fists and raised their feet to leave, she crossed her hands on her chest inadvertently, and reminded her lightly: "As far as I know, the wedding of Vice President Yu Maohuo is scheduled for the eighth of next month. At that time, they, including Shao Yunchen and Lu Yao, will all fly to the Maldives to attend the wedding, this is your best chance."

The man paused in his leaving steps, waited for her to finish speaking, and then left without looking back.

When the people walked away, the door in front of them was slammed shut again, and Song Ran's cold eyes gradually relaxed.

The little girl leaning on the bed unknowingly let go of her hands covering her belly, and patted her chest as if she was relieved.When Song Ran sat down again, she observed carefully and asked, "Sister Ran, is he your husband?"

Song Ran didn't answer, her expression was gloomy, and her aura became fierce.

The little girl hesitated, but she still pouted her mouth, stroked her raised belly, and muttered: "He seems to be very busy and doesn't care about you. Why do you want to give birth to him? Even if you give birth, it doesn't look like you It looks like you have time to take care of yourself.”

These words pierced Song Ran's heart in an instant.

She responded, and said coldly and arrogantly: "You take good care of your baby, I'll go back first."

After that, he walked away, raised the corners of his lips in a steady pace, smiled evilly, and kept pounding the words of the little girl just now in his mind: "Why did you give birth to him?"

She thought to herself, is he worthy?
Is it worth wasting one of her Song Ran's eggs?

(End of this chapter)