After the divorce of a luxurious ex-husband

Few people in the world can see through song Ran's mind at a glance.

After song took back the management right of Fengrui, party a needed Mr. Song's signature on the implementation of the agreement. When song ran sent the agreement to his father's study, the old man was silent for a long time.

The next morning, at the dinner table, while drinking porridge, song Fu pretended to be indifferent and asked, "the equity transfer agreement is not so complicated. Why did you invite Lao Zhou?"

Lao Zhou is Mr. Song's Royal lawyer. Because he is old, he doesn't think of bothering him for ordinary little things.

Song ran heard the meaning of speculation in her father's words. At present, she had no intention to hide it. She put an egg peeled in her hand into the plate of song's mother next to her. Then she said, "it's better for the old man to read the terms of the divorce agreement. After all, the prenuptial agreement was drafted by him."

"Divorce" was expected to fall in Song's father's ear, but when song's mother heard this, she seemed to be frightened and couldn't help shouting: "divorce?"

Then the egg crossed between his fingers and rolled from the table to the floor.

The old man opened his eyes again for a few minutes, turned his head and looked at the father and daughter next to him. He thought he had heard wrong, patted his palm on the table and asked, "who's divorced?"

"Me."

Song ran pushed a glass of milk in front of her mother and looked up at her. "My monk Rui is divorced."

Song's father always drank the porridge in front of him quietly, which made song's mother blush and red. She asked anxiously, "what's the matter, is he bad to you again?"

Song ran was a little dumb. She opened her lips and teeth, and finally responded with a light smile: "no, the divorce procedure went smoothly, and your daughter was not wronged."

Next to song Fu, he hummed softly and said with a little overbearing and doting, "who can make my daughter wronged?"

Don't say that song Ran is never a compromise. Even if someone coaxed song ran like that, it's impossible to hide it from him.

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

Song ran smiled knowingly, but the expression on Song's mother's face was very gloomy.

"Xiao Ran is a woman after all. What's your father saying?"

She loves her daughter from another, more feminine point of view.

On the issue of "women's happiness theory", song Ran is not interested in arguing with her mother, because it is clear that not everyone has such good luck that she can be spoiled by the man she chooses for the rest of her life, so that her concept of love has gradually deviated.

She also lost her appetite. She pushed away the chair under her body and got up. Before leaving the restaurant, she turned back and gently asked, "I'll send a driver to pick you up in the afternoon and have something to tell you."

Without waiting for his mother to ask anything, he went to the living room to get his clothes and bag and went out.

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In the afternoon, the driver arranged by song ran came to pick him up on time. About half an hour later, she arrived at a high-end private maternity hospital in the city. Mrs. song took her husband's hand upstairs. When she was led by the doctor to the independent nursery, her face was full of shock and anxiety.

Her plain white knuckles were embedded in her husband's fine cashmere sweater. Standing outside the white door, she stared at the cartoon baby's head painted with pink paint on the door, and her eyes turned red.

Turning to see song ran, I saw her standing at the end of the crowd. Her expression was always cold and indifferent.

Later, the leading doctor opened the door and led the people to the right aisle. After a few meters, he stopped in front of a blue crib.

"This is the little princess and the little childe, the dragon and Phoenix fetus. Although it is premature, it is very healthy."

The doctor pushed the spectacle frame and looked down at the two little guys on the bed. They opened their big eyes to each other, as if curious about the visit of these strangers.

The nurse accompanying the baby in the nursery was still holding a bottle in her hand. Seeing Mrs. song who was salivating and crying, she couldn't help but come forward to help her, "the child has just finished drinking milk. Now she is in good spirits. Does grandma want to hold her?"

As soon as she heard the word "grandma", song's mother could no longer hold back her tears. She turned her head and buried it in her husband's chest, sobbing in a low voice.

In addition to feeling that he had a little grandson so suddenly, he felt more guilty about his daughter.

Being a mother cares so little that she has to bear so many things alone.

"Xiao ran......" Song's mother cried and wanted to pull song Ran's clothes again.

The woman looked down at the scene and felt a little helpless for so many tears that her mother didn't know where they came from. She looked at her father and then turned to ask the doctors around her, "Mrs. song doesn't seem to like these two children. Help her old man out to have a rest."

The doctor was stunned. The responding song mother broke free from her husband's arms and stared at her in a hoarse voice, "who says I don't like it?"

Then he wiped two tears, took one of them from the nurse just now, carefully put it in his hand, looked at it quietly, and finally couldn't help narrowing his eyes and laughing.

"This is as like as two peas at little born." she turned her head around the child, and poked her elbow with her elbow. "You say it?"

The expression on Song's father's face was much colder, but after seeing the little pink guy grinning at himself, he still didn't collapse. He stretched out his hand to take it from his wife's arms, "give me a hug of my little grandson."

"No." Song's mother hid on her side and said reluctantly, "when I was a child, I gave you a hug. As soon as I turned my head, you hit a big bag on her head. Don't you remember?"

Song Fu's expression was stiff, and he didn't refute in a deep voice.

He naturally remembers these things.

Aside, song ran stayed out and watched the interaction between the old couple. The cold light at the bottom of his eyes turned soft.

She quietly gave her father a look, and then extended her finger to another little guy still lying in bed.

Song's father knew for a moment and asked the nurse to hold the child to him. After carefully receiving it in his arms, he told song's mother like a show off, "you can't hold both babies in your arms in the future."

The child is very good, much better than song ran thought.

They are immersed in their own ignorant world, with clean and clear smiles and no impurities.

Song ran sometimes looked at them. It was hard to believe that he was such a life body that had no other needs and desires except eating and sleeping.

Before taking the child out of the hospital, song's mother was already calling to instruct the domestic servants to quickly pack up a baby room and list a lot of things to buy.

Finally, he was annoyed, so he blamed song ran, "how can you say such a big thing now?"

Song ran Gang just took the child from her mother. Her action of holding the little guy was very strange and her body was very stiff. After listening to her mother's complaint, she frowned slightly, "I didn't intend to tell you."

The old man was a little stunned. When he was about to attack, he suddenly realized that his daughter's remark was not a joke, so he forbeared and stopped talking. Jing saw that the nurse took the child from Song Fu and carefully put it into the stroller.