After the divorce of a luxurious ex-husband

Before getting on the bus, song ran caught a glimpse of a black car parked at the corner.

The assistant opened the door, glanced back along her eyes, understood it, coughed awkwardly and explained, "President Shan said he had prepared gifts for his wife and master and asked me to go to his company..."

"All right, I see."

She gathered her eyes, raised her feet, stepped into the car and asked the driver to drive.

The engine started slowly. The little assistant observed her face several times. Finally, he took out the mobile phone from the bag, opened the photo album and handed it over, "Miss, I found this in Yan Hao's car today."

When song ran heard the speech, he looked down and saw that it was a personal business card that was not clearly photographed. He could barely recognize the owner information of the business card.

Huang Maozhu, chief physician of the Affiliated Hospital of Kyoto Medical University.

She quickly took back her eyes, looked straight ahead, and brushed the folds on her clothes with an indifferent hand.

"Miss..." the little assistant frowned and took the mobile phone back into his bag. "I don't think there's such a coincidence. Yan Hao is probably checking the child's identity for president Shan. Don't you have any plans?"

Song ran, who had been gazing and thinking, suddenly hooked her lips and smiled, "I'll arrange someone to deal with this matter myself, so you don't have to worry."

She didn't expect that Shan Rao would really care where the other half of the two children came from.

One is that it has nothing to do with him, and the other is that she doesn't like nosy people from any point of view.

Seeing her abnormal mood, the assistant sitting next to her raised his eyebrows and observed for a long time. Then he swallowed his saliva carefully and asked, "do you need me to set a formula and see if they found anything?"

"No." Song ran looked back at her when she raised her hand. "I know you have a good personal relationship with the assistant of Shan Rao, but work belongs to work and life belongs to life. Don't confuse it."

After a pause, the woman's cold eyes swept over each other, then she took out her mobile phone from her bag and dialed a phone out.

At this time, Mu Ming was attending a joint video conference with Yan Shi and a group of supervisors with Yan Mo's team in Hushang. At the beginning of the conference, the mobile phone placed at the table shook. He frowned and looked at the notes of the caller ID, raised his hand and exited the conference room.

"I have time to go back to Kyoto. I have another thing for you to do." As soon as the phone was connected, the woman showed her mind directly.

"OK, how about the weekend?" The man who has always been calm did not ask the reason, took the lead in agreeing, and finally added, "if not, tomorrow."

"Weekend is OK." Song ran slightly curled her lips and looked pleased. "Focus on your current work."

After the explanation, he didn't say anything, so he hung up.

When Mu Ming took the mobile phone back into the built-in pocket and turned to go to the conference room again, the position of the pocket was "buzzing" again.

Staring at her eyes, she thought that song ran had forgotten what else to explain, but when she took out her mobile phone again, her eyes couldn't help trembling.

This number is familiar and strange to him.

He thought that he would lie on Lu Yao's blacklist all his life. When he received her call, there was an inexplicable tension and palpitation rising from the bottom of his heart.

Before pressing the answer button, he cleared his throat and pretended to "feed" inadvertently.

"It's me." The woman's voice over there was cold and tired. It seemed that she was afraid that the other party would not recognize her. She added: "Lu Yao."

"I know." Mu Ming's voice was astringent. He paced forward involuntarily, walked slowly to the window and asked, "what's the matter?"

"I can't make it clear on the phone." At the moment, Lu Yao also stood on the balcony of her bedroom, playing with an old black USB flash disk in her hand. Her eyes gradually became deep and dark. "If you have time, I'll see you at noon tomorrow."

The gentle wind blew on her face at night. The woman simply reported the agreed time and place, and hung up the phone.

At this time, a mother's urging voice came from outside the bedroom door, "Yao Yao, are you there? Come down and have some soup... "

She tucked the USB flash drive into her pocket and turned to the door. "Here it is."

On the other side, without waiting for Mu Ming to make up his mind to guess the meaning of Lu Yao's call, the assistant behind him hurried over, "Mr. mu, I'll talk to you later."

He quickly restrained the mood on his face, handed over his mobile phone to the other party, raised his feet and walked quickly towards the entrance of the conference room.

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At noon the next day, he gave up his job and went to the agreed teahouse early to wait.

It was a fine day, neither hot nor cold, and there were many pedestrians from outside the street. While pretending to drink tea at ease, the man looked out of the window from time to time. His eyes were always full of expectation.

Tea continued two pots, from morning to noon, but Lu Yao appeared neither early nor late, just stepping on the agreed point in advance.

She was dressed casually, a loose broken plaid skirt, although loose, could not cover her high bulging stomach.

Staggering to the tea table, the man had already restrained the look of expectation on his face, got up very calmly and opened the chair for her.

Lu Yao lowered her eyes and stared at the cushions and pillows on the chairs. She hooked her lips and smiled, "are you early?"

"No, No." Mu subconsciously denied it, avoided the other party's sight and sat down again, "I just came here for a while."

After they sat opposite each other, the atmosphere began to become a little subtle.

Lu Yao specially chose this teahouse, which is not meaningless.

At the beginning, Mu Ming successfully got rid of his crime with the help of song ran. Before leaving Nancheng, he met Lu Yao once and was here.

At that time, compared with now, the inner emotion was complex, which makes people a little dumbfounded.

After a moment of silence, Mu Ming took the lead in pouring a cup of tea and pushed it in front of her. "The clerk here said that pregnant women are more suitable for flower and fruit tea and vitamin supplement."

Lu Yao was slightly surprised. Then she smiled and stretched out her hand to pick it up, "thank you."

After a little drink, he put it down and saw that the man opposite seemed to have lost his mind and stared at her with integrity.

"What's the matter? What's the problem?" She reached out and touched her face, thinking something was wrong.

Mu Ming, who responded, buried his head in a smile and held a tea cup in his hands. His smile showed some imperceptible bitterness, "no, I'm just an accident. You'll take the initiative to ask me out and see you now..."

He said, suddenly looked up at her, and his eyes fell on her stomach, "are you going to have a baby?"

"Soon." Lu Yao put down her tea cup and put her hands on her belly. "There are still two months left."

Understanding the meaning of his words, he also looked serious. "I haven't had a chance to thank you for that thing before. Anyway, you can be regarded as the Savior of our mother and son."

Lu Yao thinks that she has always been clear about right and wrong, but in fact, she can appear completely today, not just because Mu Ming saved her and her children.

After thinking for a moment, she still converged her eyes and said frankly: "more importantly, your identity is different now. You are the president of Fengrui, the Song family has friends with the Shao family, and your Fengrui and Longteng also have cooperation. Now the price you need to pay for doing a wrong thing is more than a thousand times that two years ago. I believe the Mu Ming I know is not so stupid."

She analyzed this very thoroughly.

The man chuckled and couldn't argue.