After the divorce of a luxurious ex-husband

Mrs. Smith naturally doesn't care about the emotional entanglement between Shang Rui and song ran.

She is more concerned about who the child's father is.

In her opinion, the probability should be Shang ruicai.

She is also a woman, and she is a woman who has been deeply tortured by emotion in her self-awareness. She can guess that song ran can't have no feelings for Shang Rui for the sake of his marriage relationship for ten years.

Because of his deep feelings, it makes sense to want to stay with his descendants.

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

As long as the public opinion is a little more oriented, both of them will be involved in the deep mire.

Thinking of this, she smiled, and secretly converged her eyes. She leaned against the window and looked at the scenery retreating back after the body drove on the main road. She whispered: "it's better to be domestic. I like domestic."

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On the other side, song ran sat on the bus and was silent all the way.

But in a moment, the gentle smiling Miss song that the driver had seen before disappeared, replaced by a habitually cold and alienated face.

He didn't talk much and focused on driving.

After returning to song's house, the aunt hurried to meet him. After taking the child from Song ran, she raised her eyes in the direction of the front hall of the villa, "there are guests at home. The master is entertaining."

"Guest?" Song ran frowned slightly, took out a paper towel from her bag, wiped the saliva mark just left on her shoulder, and asked, "what guest?"

Song Yan was transferred to his aunt's hand. After humming twice, he went to sleep with his eyes closed. His aunt patted the little guy on the back, bumping his body and frowning.

"I haven't been here before, and I don't know." After a pause, he added, "an old man took a girl and said he was looking for you."

"Girl?" Song ran calmed down and raised his feet in the direction of the hall, "I know."

Stepping into the living room, an aunt came to meet her at home. She put away her bag and coat at the door, and she just changed her shoes. The old man in the direction of the sofa stood up with his daughter, smiling and helpless, waiting for someone to come.

Old man song sipped his black tea, leisurely and quiet.

Song ran changed her shoes and approached to see the girl standing behind the old man with her neck constricted. She suddenly stopped and looked at the people up and down indifferently.

At this time, Miss yuan had long disappeared from her aggressive and tense posture. She pursed her mouth wrongfully and behaved like a little cat.

She suddenly took back her sight, curled her lips, smiled lightly, and nodded slightly to the old man in a straight suit. "I think the old man must be the master of the yuan family in Shanghai. Nice to meet you."

She is polite, but her words don't bring much temperature.

When the old man heard the speech, he bowed and smiled, "the master can't be called. Our yuan family is a small enterprise. We can't support the table and can't compare with the Song family."

Seeing Mr. Yuan's attitude of licking his face and smiling, song ran slightly restrained her eyes and didn't talk, but looked at the girl quietly.

Sure enough, she bit her lower lip and her eyes were red, as if she couldn't hold back to cry.

She raised her feet, stood at the nearest independent sofa and motioned, "Mr. Yuan, you're welcome. After all, you're an elder. You still have to have the minimum etiquette. If you have anything to say, sit down."

Seeing that the old man nodded and sat down, Miss yuan also sat down next to her father. Song ran glanced indifferently, and then sat down.

After sitting down, he asked: "I don't know what's the matter with Mr. Yuan coming from Shanghai?"

When she asked, the old man was uncomfortable again. She glanced at old Mr. Song, who was sitting next to drinking tea.

"I......" he sighed, followed by shaking his head, "what happened at the single family's birthday party some time ago, in the final analysis, is that I didn't discipline my children in place and hurt Miss Song's reputation. I'm really sorry. I think I should take my children to make an apology to you and Mr Song in person."

He took old man song with him because the old man's attitude towards their father and daughter was uncertain since he entered the door.

Before Song ran came back, the old man didn't want to entertain them. He stood outside the door for more than half an hour before his aunt invited them in.

After they arrived, Dao Ming explained his intention, and the old man was insipid. "You, Mr. Yuan's goddaughter, have no way. I didn't take care of you originally, but song Ran is my only daughter in the Song family. I grew up holding her in the palm of my hand. The older my old man gets, the more I can't rub the sand in his eyes. If you follow my temper, I will keep your girl in decline for the rest of my life, Take a hard lesson. "

He didn't give face at all. He said two words so that a cold sweat broke out on the back and forehead of the two people next to him.

But when Mr. Yuan wiped his sweat and wanted to speak again, he suddenly changed his words: "but now I have retired. I don't care about the Song family. What's the matter? I have to wait for my daughter to come back and judge for herself."

Just because Mr. Song said such words in advance, the father and daughter would look so nervous and careful when song ran entered the door.

Song is always a nurse of the calf, and knows how to protect it reasonably and appropriately, which not only protects her daughter's dignity, but also protects her heart.

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

So as soon as the news from Hushang came out, the old man sent someone to turn over the details of the yuan family that morning, but in two days, half of their cooperation was cut off.

Therefore, it was within his expectation that father and daughter would come to apologize.

Song ran just got home and didn't have time to understand the news, but after listening to master yuan's words, she didn't show much moving meaning. She sat straight and looked at the people again. "Since the old man also said that the injury has been caused, if an apology can be solved, does it seem too light?"

After a pause, she turned her eyes to the Yuan's daughter, who stared at her fingernails all the time. "Besides, I've given her a chance. She doesn't know heaven and earth, has no brain and is ignorant. No wonder others."

After the conversation, she raised her voice slightly and asked each other with a smile, "Miss yuan, what do you say yourself?"

Miss yuan hung her head, her body suddenly trembled, shook her head and nodded. Finally, she whispered, "Miss Song, I'm wrong, I know I'm wrong, so forgive me once..."

As he spoke, tears fell down, looking more aggrieved than anyone.

Song ran was amused to see her like this, but old Mr. Yuan was holding back his evil spirit. Seeing that his daughter was so unhappy, he couldn't hold back for a moment, so he slapped her down and scolded: "don't cry, what's your qualification to cry!"

Miss yuan, who was slapped, did not cry. She just opened her eyes and looked up at her father in disbelief: "you hit me? You've never said a cruel word to me, but now you beat me for others... "

Immediately, the scene began to become a little difficult to clean up.

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

Seeing that the farce was about to end, song ran looked up at his father, who was still drinking tea, and then said, "it's OK."

Sure enough, as soon as she made a sound, the two people were quiet. The old man slowly spit out a mouthful of turbidity and sat down again, while the girl next to him stood there stubbornly with her red cheeks covered.

"I have only one request, or suggestion." She raised her eyes and looked at the girl. "Miss yuan is not a small temperament, but her EQ is not high. I think it is necessary for the old man to consider sending her out to study hard for a few years and be astringent. There is a Jing'an Temple in Shanghai. I have been there for two days and feel that it can cultivate people's mind... "

"Are you going to send me to be a nun?"

The girl blew her hair almost instantly and stopped crying, so she stretched out a finger and pointed to it.

Song ran looked up at the bright red nails and raised his hand to attract the aunt next to him, "see off. I'm tired and want to go upstairs and lie down for a while."

When the girl wanted to be investigated again, her father stopped her, "I think Miss Song's suggestion is good!"

He smiled again and asked Mr. song when the yuan family's business would return to normal. The old man finally smiled and put down the teacup in his hand, "as long as my daughter calms down, that's nothing."