Marriage status: Ex-husband, please respect yourself

Chapter 612 Who asked you to come

The girl went upstairs after preparing the milk powder, and hurriedly opened the door of the baby's room. Before she could say "Miss", she froze there.

That pink and tender face turned pale almost instantly.

Song Ran crossed her arms and leaned halfway in front of the crib. She looked sideways at the past, and then slightly curled her lips, signaling to the men who had been waiting by the door, "Take her to the study."

After speaking, he took the lead to step out, and when he turned his arms around, the mobile phone in his hand was also seen by the terrified girl.

"Little, miss..."

The girl pinched her clothes uneasily, swallowed, and tried to redeem something, but Song Ran obviously had no interest in listening to her, so she stepped out of the door and headed towards the study downstairs.

When I walked around the living room, I heard a commotion behind me, and someone yelled, "Catch her, don't let her get away!"

Song Ran didn't change her face, nor did she pause in her steps. She entered the study, sat on the sofa for a while, and saw the messy-haired girl being escorted in by two men.

Seeing someone with lowered eyelids and trembling all over, she couldn't help curling the corners of her lips slightly, and the light in her eyes quickly became sharp and terrifying.

"Come here." After taking a deep breath, she raised her chin and signaled to the empty seat on the opposite sofa, "Sit down."

Hearing this order, the two men standing next to him let go of their hands one after another, and then retreated to the door. The two strong figures blocked the door tightly.

The girl glanced back and met the eyes of one of the men. She was so frightened that she trembled all over. She dragged her feet and moved slowly to the sofa.

"Miss, I don't know why you want me to come here?"

Although she was terrified to the extreme, when she met Song Ran's eyes, she still chose to pretend to be stupid, and uneasily pushed aside her messy hair, revealing a pair of clear eyes.

Song Ran was wearing a loose British-style light gray suit, crossed her legs back and forth, raised one arm, propped her elbow on the armrest of the sofa, and rested her index finger on her temple, staring at her eyes indifferently.

After a while, the girl began to feel like she was sitting on pins and needles, the emotions in her eyes became complicated, she secretly looked at it, but she didn't dare to look at it.

Seeing this, Song Ran took out the phone from the side pocket and threw it along the coffee table in front of him, "Unlock the lock."

When the girl saw the mobile phone, her eyes lit up quickly, and then she hurriedly picked it up and put her hands tightly on her chest, coyly said: "Miss, this mobile phone is mine. Although you are a lady, I am afraid you have no right to view my private information." Bar."

Without saying a few words, the rhythm of her body's ups and downs began to increase, and the knuckles holding the phone turned cold and pale.

Song Ran turned her head slightly when she heard this, "You can untie it yourself, or I'll have someone cut off your fingers and try one by one."

She said such bloody words because the other party had touched her bottom line. At this moment, her heart was not as calm as it appeared on the surface.

Moreover, the effect of these words is obvious, avoiding wasting more words and energy.As soon as the words fell, the girl shivered for a while, then untied the phone tremblingly, and carefully pushed it in front of her.

While reaching out to take it, he got up along the way, walked to the French window, half leaned on the desk, and flipped through the recent photos in the album one by one, his originally calm face darkened at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The girl was covered in cold sweat, and suddenly knelt down on the floor with a "plop", kowtowed her head several times, and there was a "dong dong" sound when the head hit.

"Miss, I was wrong. I just saw that the child is cute and I like it very much. I want to take two photos as a souvenir. I have no other thoughts, really..."

While explaining in tears, she slammed her head on the floor a few times until her forehead was flushed red, but she still had no intention of stopping.

Song Ran was expressionless, and finally scrolled to the first photo, which was a close-up photo of the back of the child's head, and the most striking thing was the tangent line at the end of the hair.

"Get up." She took the phone back, put it on the desk behind her, and ordered coldly.

The cries in the room and the sound of the floor hitting stopped abruptly. The girl froze, looked up, then got up, stood aside with her head shrunk, and flinched for a long time before approaching.

But I didn't want to, as soon as I reached the position of about an arm's length away from Song Ran, the woman's slap was caught off guard, making her eyes stare.

After Song Ran finished beating, her numb fingers curled up into a ball, and she asked indifferently, "Who told you to come?"

"No, no, I..."

The girl covered one side of her cheek, and before she could finish her next sentence, there was another crisp sound of "pop" in her ear, and immediately there were five distinct fingerprints on the other side of her face.

"I'll ask you again, who sent you here?"

"No……"

"Snapped!"

When the third slap fell, the girl had no strength left. She felt that her brain was starting to lack oxygen and was close to fainting. She hurriedly hugged her head and begged for forgiveness, then knelt down again with a "plop", "I said, I said..."

Song Ran lowered her eyes, with a calm and indifferent expression, watching the girl stretch out her trembling hands, picked up the phone on the desk again, clicked on a number in the address book after a while, and handed it to her again.

"It's this person..."

The woman glanced coldly, then took out her mobile phone from her pocket, took a photo, and then asked indifferently: "Is there anything else you can tell me?"

The girl pursed her lips, and there was a faint smell of blood spreading between her lips and teeth. She lowered her head, pondered for a while, and finally had a flash of light in her mind, "I was on the phone last night, and he asked me to take some pictures of the children." Give it to him, I heard the voice, he seems to be at the Far North Airport in Kyoto, maybe he has left now."

"anything else?"

"No more, I don't know anything else." Hearing the displeasure in Song Ran's voice, she panicked and lay half down on the floor again, tears rolling down the floor, "I just charged him 10 yuan." He said that I could cut a bunch of the child's hair for him, but the money was transferred online, and the hair was brought by the taxi driver. I have never seen that person before, so I don't know what he looks like..."

The little girl was afraid that Song Ran would not believe her, so she burst into tears and said a lot. She didn't stop suddenly until she heard the sound of the door closing violently, and took a peek through her broken hair, only to find that the figure standing in front of her had long since disappeared. .

Song Ran left the study room and handed over the rest of the mess to her father. When passing by the living room, she glanced at the old man who was reading a newspaper on the sofa, "I'll go out for a while, and I'll leave this matter to you."

When she lifted her foot to go out of the courtyard, she took out her mobile phone from her pocket and sent the photo she just took.

Before getting in the car, she received a call back from Mu Ming. She opened the car door and said, "Check this person out for me. I'll go to your place now."

(End of this chapter)