Marriage status: Ex-husband, please respect yourself

Chapter 550 Concealment
Few people in this world can see through Song Ran's mind at a glance.

After the Song family took back Fengrui's management rights, Mr. Song's signature was required for Party A to implement the agreement. When Song Ran sent the agreement to his father's study, the old man was dumbfounded for a long time.

Early the next morning, at the dinner table, Song's father pretended to be nonchalant while drinking porridge and asked, "The equity transfer agreement is not that complicated, why did you invite Lao Zhou?"

Lao Zhou is Mr. Song's queen lawyer, because he is old, and now he would not think of bothering him with ordinary trivial matters.

Song Ran could hear the deliberate meaning in his father's words, and had no intention of hiding it right now. She put an egg she had peeled in her hand on Mother Song's plate next to her, and immediately responded, "The terms of the divorce agreement, It is better for the old man to read it, after all, the prenuptial agreement was entrusted to him to draft."

The word "divorce" fell into Song's father's ears as expected, but Song's mother, who had just taken an egg to eat next to her, seemed to be quite frightened when she heard this, and couldn't help but let out an exclamation :"divorce?"

After that, the egg slipped between his fingers, and Gu Lulu rolled from the table to the floor.

The old man's eyes widened a little more, and he turned to look at the father and daughter beside him with calm faces, thinking that he had heard wrongly, he slapped his palm on the table and asked, "Who is divorced?"

"I."

Song Ran pushed a glass of milk in front of her mother, and she briefly met her gaze, "Shang Rui and I are divorced."

Song's father kept drinking the porridge in front of him calmly, which made Song's mother turn red again and again, and asked anxiously: "What's going on, did he treat you badly again?"

Song Ran was a little dumb, her lips parted, and finally responded with a light smile: "No, the divorce process went smoothly, and your daughter has not been wronged."

Song's father next to him listened, snorted softly, and said with a little domineering and pampering: "Who can make my daughter feel wronged?"

Not to mention that she, Song Ran, has never been a condescending temperament, even if someone really coaxed Song Ran through this level like she did back then, it would be impossible for her to hide it casually from the old man.

After thinking about it, he laughed and held up the milk glass in his hand, "It seems that today is a good day."

Song Ran smiled knowingly, but the expression on Song's mother's face next to her was very gloomy.

"Xiao Ran is a woman after all, what are you talking about as a father?"

She felt sorry for her daughter from another level, a more feminine perspective.

Song Ran was not interested in arguing with her mother about the issue of "women's happiness", because she knew that not everyone had the luck to be spoiled by the man she chose for half of her life, so that she had no idea about love. gradually deviated.

She lost her appetite, so she pushed the chair under her and stood up. Before leaving the restaurant, she turned around and said, "I will send a driver to pick you up in the afternoon, and I have something to tell you."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for her mother to ask any more questions, she went to the living room to get her clothes and bags and went out.

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In the afternoon, the driver arranged by Song Ran came to pick her up on time, and arrived at a high-end private maternity hospital in the city about half an hour later. Mrs. Song went upstairs holding her husband's hand. Shock and anxiety were written all over it.

Her plain white knuckles were embedded in her husband's fine cashmere sweater, and she stood outside the white door, staring at the cartoon baby head made of pink paint on the door, and her eyes turned red unconsciously.

Turning to look at Song Ran, she was standing at the end of the crowd with her usual cold and indifferent expression.

Later, the leading doctor pushed open the door and led the people to the aisle on the right. After walking a few meters forward, they stopped in front of a blue crib.

"This is the little princess and the little son, twins. Although they were born prematurely, they are very healthy."

The doctor pushed the frame of his glasses and looked down at the two little guys on the bed. They opened their eyes wide to each other, as if they were curious about the visits of these strangers.

The accompanying nurse in the baby's room was still holding a feeding bottle. When she saw Mrs. Song who was drooling, she couldn't help but go forward to help her, "The child has just finished drinking milk and is in good spirits now. Grandma, do you want to give her a hug? "

As soon as she heard the word "grandmother", Song's mother couldn't hold back the tears that she had suppressed at first, she turned her head and buried her husband's chest next to her, and sobbed softly.

In addition to feeling sorry for having a grandson so suddenly, I feel more guilty about my daughter.

The care of a mother is so little that she has to bear so much by herself.

"Little Ran..." Song's mother cried, and went to pull Song Ran's clothes again.

The woman looked down at this scene, feeling a little helpless at the mother's so many tears coming out of nowhere, she and her father looked at each other, then turned to tell the doctor beside her, "Madam Song doesn't seem to like these two Child, help her old man go out and have a rest."

The doctor's face was full of astonishment, and Song's mother, who had reacted, broke free from her husband's arms, and glared at her hoarse voice with some displeasure, "Who said I don't like it anymore?"

As he spoke, he wiped away two handfuls of tears, took one of them from the nurse just now, carefully wrapped it in his hand, looked at it quietly, and finally couldn't help squinting his eyes and laughing.

"It's exactly the same as when Xiao Ran was born..." She turned her head while holding the baby, and poked the man behind her with her elbow, "Do you think so?"

The expression on Song's father's face was much colder, but after seeing the pink little guy grinning at him, he still didn't collapse, and reached out to take it from his wife's arms, "Give me a hug. little grandson."

"No." Song's mother dodged sideways, her face full of reluctance, "Xiao Ran was hugged by you when I was a child, and as soon as I turned my head, you hit her with a big bump on the head, don't you remember?"

Father Song's expression froze, Shen Sheng did not refute.

Of course he remembered these things.

Song Ran stayed out of the matter, watching the interaction between the old couple, the indifferent light in his eyes slowly softened.

She quietly gave her father a look, then pointed to another little guy who was still lying on the bed.

Father Song understood in an instant, and asked the nurse to hold the baby to him, and after receiving it carefully in his arms, he told Mother Song as if showing off, "From now on, you can't hold both babies in your arms together."

The child is very good, much better than Song Ran thought.

They are immersed in their own ignorant world, their smiles are clean and clear, without any impurities.

Sometimes Song Ran looked at them, and it was hard to believe that she was once such a living body with no other needs and desires except eating and sleeping.

Before taking the child out of the hospital, Song's mother was already calling the servants at home to quickly tidy up a baby room and list a lot of things to buy.

In the end, I got a little annoyed, so I blamed Song Ran, "Why are you talking about such a big thing now?"

Song Ran had just taken the baby from her mother, and her movements of holding the little guy were still very unfamiliar, and her body was also very stiff. After hearing her mother's complaint, she frowned slightly indifferently, "I didn't plan to tell you guys at first. of."

The old man was taken aback for a moment, and when he was about to have an attack, he suddenly realized that what his daughter said was not a joke, so he forbeared it and stopped talking, watching the nurse take the child from Song's father and carefully put it into the stroller .

(End of this chapter)