After the divorce of a luxurious ex-husband

The girl rushed the milk powder upstairs and hurriedly pushed open the door of the baby room. Before she shouted "Miss", the person was frozen there.

The pink face turned white almost in an instant.

Song ran held her arms in both hands, half leaned in front of the crib, looked at the past obliquely, then briefly hooked her lips and motioned to several men who had been waiting by the door, "take her to my study."

Then he took the lead in raising his feet and stepping out. When he bypassed his arms, the cell phone in his hand was also seen by the frightened girl.

"Young lady..."

The girl nervously squeezed her clothes and swallowed her saliva in an attempt to recover something, but song ran obviously had no interest in listening to her. She stepped out of the door and went to the downstairs study.

Just around the living room, I heard a noise behind me. Someone shouted, "grab her and don't let anyone run away!"

Song ran did not change her face and did not stop at all. After entering the study and sitting on the sofa for a while, she saw the girl with messy hair coming in with her arms escorted by two men.

When she saw people drooping their eyelids and trembling all over, she couldn't help but slightly hook the corners of her lips, and then the light from the bottom of her eyes soon became fierce and terrible.

"Come here." After a slight sigh, she raised her chin and motioned to the empty seat on the opposite sofa, "sit down."

Hearing this order, the two men standing next to him released their hands one after another, then retreated to the door, and two strong bodies blocked the door tightly.

The girl glanced back and looked at one of the men. She was so frightened that she trembled. As an expedient, she still dragged her feet and slowly moved to the position of the sofa.

"Miss, I don't know what's the matter with me?"

Although she was scared to the extreme, when she looked at Song ran, she still chose to pretend to be stupid and nervously pulled the messy broken hair aside, revealing a pair of clear eyes.

Wearing a loose British light gray suit, song ran folded her legs back and forth, raised one arm, supported her elbow on the armrest of the sofa, put her index finger against her temple, and stared at her eyes indifferently.

In a moment, the girl began to be on pins and needles. Her mood became complex. She secretly went to see it, but she didn't dare to see it.

Seeing this, song ran took out his mobile phone from his side pocket and threw it out along the tea table in front of him, "unlock the lock."

When the girl saw the mobile phone, her eyes lit up quickly, and then she picked it up and protected it tightly with her hands. She pinched and said, "Miss, this mobile phone is mine. Although you are a miss, I'm afraid you have no right to view my private information."

Without saying a word, the rhythm of her ups and downs began to grow, and the knuckles holding the mobile phone were cold and pale.

Hearing the speech, song ran turned slightly and said, "untie it yourself, or I'll let someone cut off your fingers and try one by one."

She will say such bloody words because the other party has touched her bottom line. At the moment, her heart is not as calm as the surface.

Moreover, the effect of this sentence is obvious, avoiding the waste of more words and physical strength. As soon as the voice fell, the girl trembled, unsteadily untied her cell phone and carefully pushed it in front of her.

While reaching out for it, he got up and paced to the French window. His body half leaned on the desk and turned over the recent photos in the album one by one. His calm face was also gloomy at the speed visible to the naked eye.

The girl was sweating all over. Suddenly, she knelt on the floor with a "plop", knocked several heads, and hit her head with a "thump".

"Miss, I'm wrong. I just look at the lovely children and like them very much. I want to take two photos as a souvenir. I don't have any other thoughts, really..."

As she explained in tears, she hit her head on the floor several times until her forehead was red, but she didn't mean to stop.

Song ran was expressionless and finally drew the picture to the first one. It was a close-up of the child's back brain. The most striking thing was the flush tangent at the end of his hair.

"Get up." She took back her mobile phone, put it on the desk behind her and gave cold orders.

The surging cry in the room and the sound of the impact on the floor suddenly stopped. The girl's body stiffened, looked up, then got up, stood aside with her head down, and shrank for a long time before she approached.

But I didn't want to. As soon as I reached the position about one arm away from Song ran, the woman's slap suddenly came over, which made her look like Venus for a while.

After Song ran finished, his numb fingers curled up and asked coldly, "who let you come?"

"No, no, I..."

The girl covered one side of her cheek. Before she finished her words, there was another crisp sound of "pa" in her ear, and then five distinct fingerprints stood on the other side of her face.

"Let me ask you again, who let you come?"

"No..."

"Pa!"

When the third slap fell, the girl had no strength. She felt that her mind began to lack oxygen and almost fainted. She quickly hugged her head and begged for mercy, and then "plopped" down on her knees, "I said, I said..."

Song ran lowered her eyes, looked calm and indifferent, looked at the girl, stretched out her trembling hands, picked up the mobile phone on the desk again, clicked a number in the address book a moment later, and handed it to her again.

"It's this man..."

The woman took a cold look, took her mobile phone out of her pocket, took a picture, and then asked, "what else can you tell me?"

The girl pursed her lips, and a faint smell of blood spread between her lips and teeth. She bowed her head and meditated for a while. Finally, there was a flash of inspiration in her mind. "When I talked on the phone last night, he asked me to take some pictures of my child for him. I heard the voice. It seemed that I was at the far north airport of Kyoto. Maybe he has left now."

"What else?"

"No, I don't know anything else." Hearing the displeasure in Song Ran's voice, she half fell on the floor in panic and tears rolled down, "I just charged him 100000 yuan and told me to cut a handful of children's hair for him, but the money was transferred online and the hair was brought by a taxi driver. I haven't seen the man at all. I don't know what he looks like..."

The little girl was afraid that song ran wouldn't believe it. She said a lot in tears. She didn't stop until there was a violent door closing sound in her ear. She took a peek through her broken hair and found that the figure standing in front had long disappeared.

Song ran left his study and handed over the rest of the mess to his father. When he came to the living room, he glanced at the old man reading the newspaper on the sofa. "I'll go out and leave it to you."

When she lifted her foot to the door of the hospital, she took out her mobile phone from her pocket and sent out the photos she had just taken.

Before getting on the bus, she received a call from Mu Ming. While opening the door, she told: "help me check this man. I'll go to you now."