Marriage status: Ex-husband, please respect yourself

Chapter 608 Guarding the Calf
Mrs. Smith naturally didn't care about the emotional entanglement between Shang Rui and Song Ran.

She is more concerned about who the father of the child is.

In her opinion, there is a high probability that it should be Shang Rui.

She is also a woman, and she is a woman who has been deeply emotionally tortured in her self-cognition. She can guess that Song Ran has endured ten years of marriage for Shang Rui, so it is impossible for him to have no feelings for him.

Because of the deep affection, it makes sense to want to stay with his offspring.

Of course, as long as it can be proved that the father of the two children is someone else, then Shan Rao's previous defense of Song Ran in front of the media and the public will become a big joke.

As long as public opinion is a little more oriented, both of them will be involved in a deep quagmire from which they cannot extricate themselves.

Thinking of this, she unconsciously curled her lips into a smile, then closed her eyes secretly, leaned against the window and looked at the surrounding scenery receding after the car drove onto the main road, and murmured secretly: "It's better to be in China, I like it." domestic."

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On the other side, Song Ran was silent all the way after getting into the car.

But in a short while, the gentle and smiling Ms. Song that the driver at home had seen before disappeared, replaced by a usual indifferent and alienated face.

He didn't talk much, and focused on driving the car.

After returning to the Song residence, the aunt came to greet her in a hurry. After taking the child from Song Ran, she raised her eyes in the direction of the front hall of the villa to signal, "There are guests at home, and the master is entertaining."

"Guest?" Song Ran frowned slightly, took out a tissue from her bag, casually wiped off the saliva mark that the little guy left on her shoulder just now, and asked while wiping, "What guest?"

Song Yan was transferred to the auntie's hands, and then fell asleep with her eyes closed after humming twice. The auntie patted the little guy's back, bouncing up and down, and then frowned.

"I haven't been here before, and I don't know." After a pause, he added: "An old gentleman brought a girl and said he came to see you, Miss."

"Girl?" Song Ran regained her composure, and walked towards the front hall, "I see."

Stepping into the living room, another aunt came to welcome her, and she put away her bag and coat at the door, and she was just changing shoes. The old man in the direction of the sofa stood up with his daughter, smiling and at a loss waiting for someone to come.

Mr. Song took a sip of black tea, leisurely and without making a sound.

After Song Ran changed her shoes, she approached and saw the girl standing behind the old man with her neck shrunk. She suddenly stopped and looked her up and down indifferently.

At this time, Ms. Yuan had long since lost the aggressive and tense posture she had at the beginning. She pursed her lips aggrievedly, as well-behaved as a little house cat.

She suddenly looked away, smiled slightly, and nodded slightly to the old man in the suit, "I think the old man is the master of the Yuan family in Shanghai, it's a pleasure to meet you."

She was polite, but her words did not bring any warmth.

Hearing the words, the old man bowed and laughed, "Master, we can't be called, our Yuan family is a small business, we can't stand on the stage, we can't compare with Song's family."

Seeing Mr. Yuan's attitude of licking his face and laughing with him, Song Ran narrowed his eyes slightly, did not respond, and just glanced at the girl quietly again.

Sure enough, she was biting her lower lip, her eyes were red, as if she was about to cry.

She lifted her foot, stood by the nearest independent sofa chair, and then stretched out her hand to signal: "Mr. Yuan, you are welcome. After all, you are an elder, and you still have to have at least some etiquette. If you have something to say, sit down and talk."

Seeing that the old man nodded and sat down, Miss Yuan's family sat down next to her father, and Song Ran curled her lips indifferently before she followed suit.

After sitting down, he asked knowingly: "I don't know why Mr. Yuan came here from Shanghai specially?"

When she asked such a question, the old man felt uncomfortable again, and eagerly glanced at Mr. Song who was sitting beside him drinking tea as if no one else was there.

"I..." He sighed, and then shook his head, "What happened at the old man's birthday banquet a while ago, in the final analysis, was that I didn't properly discipline the children in my family, which brought great harm to Ms. Song's reputation. I am really sorry for the injury, no matter how I think about it, I feel that I have to bring my children to personally apologize to you and Mr. Song."

He specially brought Mr. Song with him because the old man's attitude towards the father and daughter was not clear from the moment he entered the door.

Before Song Ran came back, the old man didn't want to entertain the two of them, so he let them stand outside the door for more than half an hour before asking his aunt to invite them in.

After the person came, he explained the purpose of coming, and the old man's attitude was neither salty nor indifferent, "Mr. Yuan's teaching daughter Wufang was originally out of my control, but Song Ran is the only daughter of my Song family. I held it in my hand since I was a child." Growing up, the older my old man is, the less he can rub the sand in his eyes. If my temper is followed, I will definitely let your girl stay in ruins for the rest of her life, and she will learn a lesson severely."

He didn't show any face at all, just two words made the backs and foreheads of the two people next to him covered with cold sweat.

But when Mr. Yuan wiped his sweat and was about to speak again, he suddenly changed the subject: "But now that I've retired, I'm not in charge of the Song family's affairs. I'll have to wait for what will happen to me." When the daughter comes back, let her judge for herself."

It was precisely because Mr. Song said such things in advance that when Song Ran entered the door, the father and daughter seemed so nervous and careful.

Mr. Song is a calf protector, and he knows how to protect the calf in a reasonable and appropriate way, which not only maintains the dignity of his daughter, but also protects her heart.

After Shang Rui's incident, he was even more reluctant to see his daughter suffer any grievances.

So as soon as the news from Shanghai came out, the old man sent someone to find out the details of the Yuan family that morning, but within two days, half of their family's cooperation was cut off.

Therefore, it was within his expectation that the father and daughter would rush to make amends without stopping.

Song Ran had just arrived home and hadn't had time to understand the news, but after hearing what Mr. Yuan said, she didn't show much emotion. She sat upright and looked him over, "Since the old man also said that the damage has been done, if an apology It can be solved, does it seem too light?"

After a pause, she turned her gaze to the daughter of the Yuan family who was always staring down at her fingernails, "Besides, I've given her a chance once. It's her own ignorance, ignorance and ignorance, so no one else can blame her."

After the words fell, she raised her voice slightly, and asked the other party with a smile: "Miss Yuan, what do you say?"

Miss Yuan drooped her head, her body trembled suddenly, she shook her head and nodded, and finally said softly, "Miss Song, I was wrong, I know I was wrong, please forgive me just once..."

As he spoke, tears started to fall, and he seemed more aggrieved than anyone else.

Seeing her like this, Song Ran thought it was funny, but Mr. Yuan, who was holding back a wave of evil spirits, couldn't hold back when he saw his daughter's disappointment, so he slapped her down and cursed: "Don't Crying, what right do you have to cry!"

After being slapped, Ms. Yuan did not cry anymore. She just opened her eyes and looked up at her father in disbelief: "You hit me? You have never said a harsh word to me since I grew up. , and now beat me for someone else..."

Immediately, the scene began to become a little difficult to deal with.

The old man was so angry that his eyes were red with anger.

Seeing that the farce was about to end, Song Ran raised her eyes and glanced quietly at her father who was still drinking tea calmly, and then said shallowly, "It's fine."

Sure enough, as soon as she made a sound, the two of them fell silent. The old man slowly let out a foul breath and sat down again, while the girl next to her stood there stubbornly, covering her flushed cheeks, not speaking.

"I only have one request, or a suggestion." She raised her eyes and glanced at the girl, "Miss Yuan has a good temper, but her emotional intelligence is not high. I think the old man needs to consider sending her out to study for a few years. Restrain your temperament. There is a Jing'an Temple in Shanghai. I went there for two days and felt that it can cultivate people's minds..."

"You want to send me to be a nun?"

The girl blew up almost instantly, and instead of crying, she stretched out a finger and pointed at it.

Song Ran remained calm, looked up at the bright red nails, and raised her hand to beckon the aunt next to her, "See off the guests, I'm tired, and I want to go upstairs and lie down for a while."

The girl wanted to pursue further, but was stopped by his father, "I think Miss Song's suggestion is good!"

He laughed again and asked Elder Song when the Yuan family's business would return to normal. The old man finally smiled this time and put down the teacup in his hand, "As long as my daughter calms down, it's nothing to worry about."

(End of this chapter)