After the divorce of a luxurious ex-husband

In about half a month, you Mao successfully chewed down the hard bone of President Mao and won a five-year renewal. There were not many orders in the first year, but there were also about 10 million small.

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

In addition to general manager Mao, Shao Yunchen actually pays more attention to the customer chain he may bring behind him. As long as the Giant Buddha is served steadily, he doesn't have to worry about his business in the next few years.

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

The man who had just finished talking on the phone threw his mobile phone to one side. He stared at the careful assistant standing by the door and asked, "where's Miss Song?"

Song ran specially disclosed her itinerary to Shang Rui's assistant before going to the hospital today.

So at this time, sitting in front of the bed, casually cutting the apple, it seems that it is quiet and comfortable, but in fact, it has already made a prediction of what may happen in the future.

She cut the cut apple into small pieces and put it in a clean and beautiful dark green porcelain bowl. Then she pushed the porcelain bowl out. With a bright and soft smile on her face, she said, "take a break and eat some fruit."

Song ran peeled fruit for others. She couldn't find it several times in her memory, so she smiled when she pushed the bowl out.

The little girl with a big belly didn't know, so she raised her head from the pile of thick 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 taken by the little girl on her own.

In her cognition, she didn't have such a deep understanding of the so-called concept of status and money, and she was confident that hard work and determination were enough to achieve a person's life.

So in her eyes, song Ran is just a woman with more money and temperament than ordinary people. She has never been in awe and timidity.

Song ran, however, inexplicably liked this kind of relationship and appreciated the little girl's upright scholar atmosphere.

In the past month, she ran to the hospital more diligently than before, but she usually didn't stay much. She just sent piles of things over, gave two orders and left.

Seeing that the little girl continued to eat the apple carelessly after asking, song ran smiled again, wiped the fruit knife with a wet paper towel, put it back in the scabbard, and replied, "nothing."

The little girl wrapped a mouthful of apple, so that her face changed shape. While chewing, she turned her attention back to the book. Song ran couldn't help but move her eyes. "You also want to postpone your graduation. You have to take the postgraduate entrance examination next year. Why so seriously?"

Because her mouth was full, song ran saw that she chewed for a long time, frowned and swallowed it. "It has been postponed. I want to use this time to prepare for a better school."

She suddenly turned her head and smiled at Lu ran, revealing two intoxicating pear vortices. Instead, she stuffed apples into her mouth and said, "I want to be like sister ran in the future. I don't have to worry about eating and drinking. I don't have to do what I don't want to do because of money."

What she said she didn't want to do also includes, or the most important thing is this surrogacy.

Song ran stared at her and understood that the gap between a person dragged down by his native family and a famous family born with a golden spoon was not just money.

There are also patterns, and some people are born to touch, while some people are shocked and confused when they see them in their twenties and thirties, and have to pretend to be funny and bitter.

For a moment, she wanted to expose her dream, but on second thought, although it was difficult, it was not impossible.

He stopped the conversation in time and asked her, "what school are you going to test?"

His mouth is still smashing, but his eyes are blinking very seriously. Although he is a little embarrassed after thinking, he is still honest: "Cambridge."

He blurted out two words, and the next second he shrugged and smiled awkwardly, "it's hard."

When song ran wanted to say anything more, he heard the footsteps approaching the door in a hurry. As soon as he glanced sideways, he saw that the door had been pushed open. Shang Rui had a dusty attitude, and his whole body was soaked with fatigue.

He stood by the door and looked at the quiet atmosphere of years on the other side of the bed. His eyebrows tightened more unconsciously.

"Song ran." Far away, he solemnly called her name, and when she heard it, he would follow him out.

But Miss Song heard it, but she didn't even look back. She just pretended not to know it and asked him, "what's the matter?"

The little girl gathered up the quilt on her body, subconsciously held her high swollen stomach with one hand, poked song Ran's arm with another hand, and carefully shouted, "sister ran."

She was still afraid of Shang Rui. When she met twice, she saw a frightening cold face. The aura could oppress people a few meters away.

Song ran took a look at the little girl. Finally, he turned his body carelessly and raised his eyebrows slightly. "If it's for General Mao, you've found the wrong person. I don't know him well."

Shangrui stood by the door. Seeing that song ran had taken the initiative to open the topic, he no longer tolerated anything. He walked in with his feet raised and looked at her with his eyes down: "Shao Yunchen can't win the case so easily without the information in my hand."

The words were not clear, but the meaning was clear.

Song ran was still sitting, with a proud and cold look on his face. "Don't forget that my father and father Mao are close friends. If it weren't for his relationship, you couldn't have made him."

This reminder seemed to make Shang Rui's suppressed anger flourish again. When he approached again, he almost pasted it at Song Ran's feet, "someone saw you enter my office alone."

At last, song ran got up, turned around and faced the man in front of her. She raised her hand to tidy up his slightly wrinkled collar and brushed away the dust that didn't exist on it.

"Fengrui has half of the investment of our song family. I'm the wife of your president Shang. Which identity is not enough to support me into your Shang Rui's office?" She paused, put everything in order, and then hung her arm. "What do you want to prove?"

"No need to prove it." His eyes became sharp in an instant, as if he had verified the answer he wanted, and then said, "I just wanted to tell you to go back to my parents for dinner today."

"OK." Song ran raised her eyebrows and accepted it.

Before people clenched their fists and raised their feet to leave, she seemed to inadvertently cross her hands on her chest and gently reminded: "as far as I know, vice president youmaohuo's wedding is scheduled for the 8th of next month. At that time, they, including Shao Yunchen and Lu Yao, will fly to the Maldives to attend the wedding. This is your best opportunity."

When the man left, he waited for her to finish. Then he didn't look back and left again.

When they were far away, the door in front of them was closed again, and song Ran's cold eyes gradually relaxed.

The little girl leaning on the head of the bed unknowingly released her hands protecting her stomach and patted her chest with a sigh of relief. When song ran sat down again, she watched carefully and asked, "sister ran, is he your husband?"

Song ran didn't answer. He looked gloomy and his aura became fierce.

The little girl hesitated. She smashed her mouth, stroked her high belly and muttered, "he seems to be very busy and doesn't care about you. Why give him a baby? Even if born, it doesn't look like you have time to care. "

This suddenly pierced song Ran's heart.

She answered with a cold and arrogant attitude: "you're good to raise the fetus. I'll go back first."

Then he walked away, lifted the corners of his lips in a steady pace, smiled, and constantly impacted the little girl's words in his mind: "why give him a child?"

She wondered, does he deserve it?

Deserve to waste one of her song Ran's eggs?