After the divorce of a luxurious ex-husband

Song Ran's sharp words actually deliberately angered Yan Yan.

Sure enough, three or two sentences easily achieved the purpose she wanted. Seeing the other party roar, she overthrew a group of onlookers around.

Yan Mo is cold and tells the housekeeper to find someone to take the young lady back.

At this time, the crowd was bustling, and someone was already whispering.

Song ran just turned her eyes and listened. She couldn't help but hook her lips and laugh.

In short, master Yan's funeral almost became a farce because of such a toss.

Before saying goodbye, Yan Mo with a sad face came to apologize, "my sister's mental state is really not very good these days. Did she scare you just now?"

At that time, song ran just sent chrysanthemums to the old man in front of the tombstone. When he heard the speech, he just shook his head, "I'm fine. She can't scare me."

Then he straightened up, raised his feet and moved aside. When he turned his head, his eyes gently swept over the man.

Yan Mo could see that song ran wanted to stop talking. He quickly raised his feet and followed him. "If Miss Song has anything to say, you might as well say it directly."

At this time, the rain gradually stopped. Song ran took his umbrella and handed it to the assistant next to him. He raised his eyes and looked at the flowing crowd offering flowers. His eyes suddenly became deep.

"I'm afraid it's not appropriate to say some words on this occasion, but as your partner, I still need to remind you that the three brothers and sisters of the Yan family have the right to inherit the industry. Miss Yan has the same root as you, but the gas is too different. You may not know that she has set up the whole trade industry chain of a single family. Now it's the time of capital shortage..."

Song ran said that at this point, he would not continue.

Yan Mo hung his eyes and soon understood.

Yan Yanming is secretly against the Shan family. His statement at this time is particularly important.

In fact, even if not from the perspective of cooperation with the single family, Yan Mo is not willing to be with Yan Yan.

She and Yan Yuanqiao are the same kind of people, arbitrary, radical and unscrupulous. If Yan Yan has a place in the Yan family, she will sooner or later become the second person to hinder his steps.

But think about it, although he was unwilling, he could not ignore her legal inheritance.

When she was hesitating, song ran seemed to have seen through his mind and smiled. "I don't think Miss Yan's mental state is very good. I suggest that she find a doctor to make a good diagnosis. If she can do such a disgraceful thing at her father's funeral, I believe it's difficult to manage a company well."

She just gave a silent reminder, which made the man suddenly realize when he was shocked.

Song ran looked cold as usual, raised his hand slightly and said, "I still want to visit an old friend. I won't attend the banquet behind me."

Yan Mo followed behind him with a slight "um" and watched people leave the cemetery all the way.

Song ran got into the car and looked out of the smoky window. He remembered and asked the driving assistant, "where's Shan Rao?"

"Oh, he answered the phone and left in a hurry." The little assistant watched her face from the rearview mirror, then raised his eyebrows, "I heard him talk to Yan Hao. It seemed that he was going to France and said that something had been found."

Hearing this, song ran generally understood and pursed her lips in silence.

The little assistant looked at her as if she had something on her mind. After hesitating, he still laughed and joked, "Miss, why do you call Shan by his name now?"

At the moment, the woman who was turning her head and looking out of the window curled up her five fingers, quietly covered up her surprise at the bottom of her heart, and seemed to casually ask, "really?"

Seeing that she was not in high spirits, whether it was or not, it was not good to talk more, the little assistant quickly smiled and turned the topic and asked, "do you want to go back to the hotel?"

"Yes." Song ran straightened the hem of his black suit and wrinkled his eyebrows. "Stay here for a day and go to the hospital tomorrow morning."

The next day, the woman who came out of the hotel changed into a daily dress, a black-and-white suit with a camel windbreaker, stood in front of the car and asked her assistant, "is it appropriate to wear it like this?"

She always had her own ideas. When she had to confirm such a small matter as changing clothes, the little assistant was immediately asked by such a sudden question, opened the corner of her mouth, and finally smiled, "yes, it's very appropriate."

When she got on the bus, song ran was still worried and asked her what she needed to pay attention to when she went to the hospital to visit pregnant women waiting to give birth.

Later, without waiting for an answer, he took out his mobile phone from his bag to check it.

The little assistant shrugged and looked in the rearview mirror. Recalling the half a year since Miss Song and President Shang divorced, he always felt that the arrogant woman was quietly changing.

However, no one can speculate on who brought this change.

Even song ran couldn't say it clearly.

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On the other side, Lu Yao, who has been lying in the hospital for two days, is touching her belly and humming a little song.

Next to Shao Yunchen, sitting upright, blew the chicken soup out of the heat preservation bucket and carefully handed it to her lips, "Yaoyao, have a drink."

The woman gave a slight "um" sound. When she was about to extend her head, she suddenly frowned and hummed painfully.

Seeing this, the man was so frightened that he quickly put down the soup bowl in his hand and stood up, "is it going to have a baby? I'll call a doctor! "

"Don't..." just as he was about to shout, he was stopped by a hand stretched out by the woman next to him. Lu Yao frowned slightly and blushed half her face. "It's not going to be born, it's sitting numb in her legs."

The man's body was suddenly covered with black lines.

Turning his head, he looked helplessly at the round belly, "isn't it after the due date, why don't you come out?"

Then he sat down by the bed and touched the woman's forehead. "Are you still uncomfortable?"

"No, No." Lu Yao grabbed Shao Yunchen's arm and reached out to climb it. "Help me up and walk. The doctor said it was good to walk."

Now Lu Yao is fed round by two old people at home. When he is so caught off guard, the man's slightly thin body can hardly stand it.

"Ah, am I too heavy?" Lu Yao's face was obviously stiff when she noticed something wrong, and she put down her arm in some frustration.

"Yes." The man drooped his eyes and was bending down to help her up. Hearing the speech, he just answered with a light and heavy voice.

Then, without waiting for Lu Yao to wave his arm to beat him, he added: "in my heart, you always put it in the heaviest position. If this guy doesn't come out again, we will be dissected in the afternoon and won't suffer this crime."

This time, it's Lu Yao's turn.

He was helped out of bed and walked around the ward for several big circles. Lu Yao insisted on holding the wall and nunuzui in the direction of the hospital bed, "husband, I want to drink chicken soup."

However, Shao Yunchen could only hold a bowl of chicken soup and follow behind Lu Yao, feeding her soup and taking care of her for fear that she would fall.

He just wandered around and drank a whole thermos box of soup.

Lu Yao sipped her oily lips and suddenly remembered, "Miss Song said to come to the hospital to see me later. Am I ugly now?"

Shao Yunchen looked at his wife when he heard the speech, and his expression was unspeakable.