After the divorce of a luxurious ex-husband

When he and Mu Ming came out of the local police station, song ran kept on calling Shan Rao.

"Check if there are any suspicious people around you these days."

When the phone was connected, the smile on the corners of the man's mouth just floated. Before he could say anything, he was caught off guard by the indifference of the woman.

Realizing that the situation was wrong, he quickly changed his face, walked from the window to the desk with a slight frown, opened his chair and sat down, "what do you mean?"

"Someone cut ah Heng's hair." Song ran drove straight to the airport, switched the call to Bluetooth on the way, stepped on the accelerator and explained: "I suspect Mrs. Smith has another action to prove that you are not related to your child. Now I'm not sure whether her starting point is you or Shang Rui."

The deeper the man frowned, the pen he had picked up to write and draw suddenly stopped, and his face suddenly became ugly, "when did it happen?"

"I've been checked. I'm in Shanghai now. The plane last night." Song ran drove faster and faster. He rushed through the intersection in front of him at the green light in the last few seconds. He was a little relieved. "I'll come right now and fly in half an hour."

"I'll pick you up."

After hearing this, Shan Rao was ready to dial an internal phone to ask Yan Hao to delay today's work meeting, but the woman quickly rejected it and asked him, "how many private hospitals are there near Jinli Hotel on Beiyuan Road, Shanghai? Do you have network resources and have more important things for you to do. "

Before cutting off the phone, she ordered some things, and then told: "I have asked someone to send the specific information to your assistant. If their starting point is you, I hope you can stop it."

The man's eyes became deep. He got up and went out without hesitation for a moment, "don't worry."

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When the plane arrived in Hushang, song ran just got out of the airport and received a call from Shan Rao.

The man pinched the time to report the situation, "I found it. Yan Hao is waiting for you outside. He will send you directly to the hospital."

The woman walked in a hurry and her whole body was cold. After listening to this, she still didn't relax at all. She asked with a frozen eyebrow, "has the matter been solved?"

The man on the other end of the phone tilted his lips and supported himself on the cold wall with one hand. "How dare I not handle the things explained by Miss Song?"

About 20 minutes later, on the third floor of the laboratory department of a private hospital near Jinli Hotel, a woman wearing a white chest wrapped skirt, a black shawl suit and wide Sunglasses walked firmly into one of the offices with a leather bag in her hand.

Behind her was a tall and thin man in a suit. His face bowed solemnly and his thin cheeks protruded from the high cheekbones on both sides. After following the woman in the door, he suddenly heard the crisp sound of the bag falling on the office desk.

With a proud and indifferent look on her face, Mrs. Smith took off her glasses and looked up and down at the old doctor with gray hair in front of her who had just raised her head in shock.

"Are you Dr. hao?"

She held her sunglasses in mid air with one arm and the other palm up.

When the doctor heard the speech, he also took off his presbyopia glasses, put his hands flat on the table, smiled and nodded slightly: "it's me. Is this lady looking for me to see a doctor or something else?"

Then he looked over her and saw the man behind her. It seemed that he suddenly remembered something. He said "Oh" for a long time, "isn't this the gentleman who came to do genetic testing two days ago? The test results have been notified by the assistant in the afternoon. Did you not receive it or have any questions? "

After a pause, he turned his eyes around and fell on the woman with a gloomy face, "this is your wife?"

The tall man was so surprised that his legs trembled and waved his hands to deny, "no, no..."

Mrs. Smith saw the cold light at the bottom of her eyes, dropped one of her hands and tapped the table twice. "I have questions. The test report says that the two people are not related by blood. I want to confirm the results."

When the old doctor heard the speech, he slowly "Oh", then put on his reading glasses again and began to look through the pile of test data in front of him: "what's the name of the tester? Let me find you a report. "

"Shang Rui." The tall man wiped the sweat on his forehead and responded first.

"Shang... Rui..."

The old doctor lengthened the ending, took out one from the bottom for a long time, and habitually stretched out his hand to pat the dust that didn't exist on it, "well, I found it. Here it is."

Before he opened it, the woman in front of him stretched out her hand, opened it, looked from top to bottom, and finally set her eyes on the bottom test results.

"According to the existing data and DNA analysis results, the biological father daughter relationship between the tested parties is excluded."

Seeing this, the old doctor pushed his reading glasses up and pointed to the row of small words at the bottom, "look, the test results won't be wrong."

When Mrs. Smith heard the speech, the fire in her eyes suddenly appeared. She "snapped" and closed the information in her hand, and then fell back to the table. The corners of her mouth soon aroused a light mocking smile, "well, song ran, I really underestimate you."

The two children had nothing to do with Shang Rui. This unexpected conclusion shocked Mrs. Smith and changed song ran again.

With a sarcastic smile on the corner of her mouth, she raised her feet and stepped out of the office door. The doctor sat in the office chair and stretched out his hand to raise the document that had been thrown aside. "Hey, don't you report it?"

The tall man behind her hurriedly caught up with her. After she stopped, she put on her sunglasses again and soon recovered her fierce and arrogant atmosphere.

"Ma'am, would you like to try the young master Shan again? Even if the child can't prove to be Shang Zong, it doesn't mean it must be... "

"Forget it." The woman who raised her feet and stepped into the elevator reached out impatiently and interrupted, "Shan Rao, be careful. He doesn't start so well, and..."

At this point, there was a flash of light in her brain. It seemed that she suddenly remembered something. She turned her head and looked up and down at the man behind her, "are you sure there's nothing wrong with the Song family?"

"Absolutely not." The man bowed, very careful but firm, "after the test results came out, I talked to her on the phone. When my hair was also video, I watched her cut it and put it in a sealed box to affix a seal."

The man vowed. As soon as he explained, the elevator went down to the first floor, and the door slowly opened in front of him.

Mrs. Smith's eyes were slightly restrained, and her steps were suddenly raised. After seeing the men and women standing outside the door, her eyes flashed a few surprises and shocks.

But all her emotions were restrained and covered up at the first time. When she calmly stepped out of the elevator, she also slightly recalled her red lips, took off her sunglasses and showed a shallow smile at the bottom of her eyes, "you two, what a coincidence."

"Oh, Miss Yan, what a coincidence." Shan Rao, who was standing outside the door, immediately took song Ran's hand next to him. The tight touch of his fingers made the woman subconsciously resist, but the slightly inaudible struggle was easily pressed by the man.

Mrs. Smith, who seemed to be aware of it, drooped her eyelids and stared at the two men's clasped hands. Seeing this, song ran didn't struggle. Instead, she closed her knuckles and curled up her finger belly to tightly clasp the back of the man's hand.

"It should be Mrs. Smith." She quietly lifted the corners of her lips and looked people up and down again. "Does madam also come here to see a doctor?"

"Don't install it." The woman's face collapsed in an instant, buried her head in her sunglasses and put them in her bag, and then raised her proud chin. "There's no such coincidence in the world. We both know what we're here for."

Mrs. Smith looked cold, looked at the woman in front of her, who could not see her emotions, and then hissed, "do you think so, Miss Song?"

"Mrs. Smith is so concerned about other people's family affairs. Frankly, I really don't understand what you want to do." Song ran looked at him quietly for a long time. "I wonder if madam would like to talk to me?"