After the divorce of a luxurious ex-husband

Before Shao Yunchen could answer, Lu Yao suddenly frowned. Then he grabbed his arm with one hand and roared twice, "husband, it seems to be coming."

"Come on, come on..." it's rare for a man to be so flustered. The green tendons on his forehead burst almost instantly. "Don't worry, breathe steadily, I'll ask someone to call a doctor."

Maybe he heard his father's words about cutting him out, but the little guy began to get restless in about half an hour.

When song ran arrived at the hospital, he saw a mobile hospital bed pushed into the delivery room.

The corridor echoed with the woman's forbearing roar. The man chased him all the way. Finally, Lu Yao shouted at the door, "don't come in, don't come in!"

Lu Yao knows how terrible a woman looks when she gives birth to a child. She doesn't want Shao Yunchen to witness this scene.

Soon, Shao's mother and Lu's mother came in a hurry.

Outside the delivery room, the meticulous man was now full of anxiety, his suit was wrinkled, his shirt collar was arbitrarily torn open, and his dark and deep eyes only stared at the door of the delivery room.

The two old people nearby also tightened their eyebrows and walked around in that narrow space. They were as anxious as ants on a hot pot. They bumped into each other inadvertently.

Song ran stood far away and stared at the scene.

In a trance, she felt that the world in front of her was divided, and there was an insurmountable gap between her and the group of people not far away. It was also at this time that she suddenly realized that the real birth of children should be such a scene.

Children should belong to a family, not a specific independent individual.

And she, song ran, may never experience such fun in her life.

Just thinking so, the mobile phone in her pocket suddenly rang. She took it out and saw a sentence pop up on the information interface.

"Go back to Kyoto in ten hours. Where are you? I want to see you. "

There is no comment on the information number, but it goes without saying who will send this message.

I don't know if he was touched by the current scene. For the first time, song ran didn't pretend to ignore it, but went back to the past three words, "see you in Kyoto."

Looking at the hint that the message was received, the woman smiled faintly, and there was a rare calm in her heart.

Recall that at midnight today, I received a picture on my mobile phone. It was the man standing in front of the tombstone with a sad and complex face.

Now recalling this scene, she suddenly wanted to laugh.

At that time, the man who sent her this picture asked her in French, "is that all right? Are you going to keep it that way? "

She smiled faintly, "at least now is not the time."

On this day, song ran stood in silence in the hospital corridor for a while. After his thoughts gathered, he finally chose not to disturb the atmosphere that should belong to the Shao family.

She walked to the nurse desk with the bought gift and asked with a smile, "please hand it over to Miss Lu Yao in ward 302 for me."

The young nurse registered in a hurry and nodded. When they were far away, they poked their partner's elbow excitedly, "Hey, see, this sister's smile is so charming."

When the companion heard the speech, he looked up from a pile of documents and materials, glanced at the back, and ruthlessly exposed it, "so you promised to hand over items for others, which is not in line with the regulations."

——

Shan Rao, who is abroad, is on his way to the airport.

His eyes were full of fatigue, his body leaned against the window and looked at the neon flashing on the street in the early morning. The whole person was wilting like frost eggplant.

Sitting next to Yan Hao, with thick black circles under his eyes, he staggered and asked, "young master, aren't you sleepy?"

"Not sleepy." Shan Rao lowered his eyes and pressed the mobile phone screen in his palm for the third time.

Although the news that has just been sent out is ready to sink into the sea, this time I don't know why, it seems to be a bit more nervous than before.

Is it because I finally know who that bastard is?

While he was thinking, the mobile phone suddenly "buzzed" twice, which made his body tremble and stand up like a spring.

He quickly opened the screen and stared at the three words in the message reply interface, thinking he was dreaming.

He blinked, repeated the three words several times, and finally clubbed his mobile phone to Yan Hao, "read it to me again."

Yan Hao stared at his young master helplessly and fearfully, and slowly spit out three words: "Beijing, Du, see you."

Then, he felt that his head was tightly held by someone and shook it several times. When it shook his head, he was knocked lightly by the bar.

"Young master..." he was full of grievances and shrank to the other side near the door.

Shan Rao didn't know it. He used less skilled questions to communicate with the driver sitting in front, "you see, my girlfriend has returned my news..."

Yan Hao, on the other side, looked at him like a psycho.

He had to recall that a few hours ago, the man looked lonely, so he reminded him, "young master, have you forgotten your purpose here?"

A few hours ago, Shan Rao, according to the information from Yan Hao's investigation, went all the way to an independent cemetery. Finally, he stared at the picture of the man on the tombstone and asked solemnly, "is this the bastard?"

Yan Hao turned his head sideways and nodded his head carefully.

Seeing that Shan Rao still looked unbelievable, he seriously analyzed and said: "Miss Song must have figured out the child's blood before surrogacy. It is said that Mr. Howard has three-quarters of his domestic blood and is a talented physicist with superior IQ. In addition, he died unexpectedly early abroad and has no family. The sperm he donated earlier should best meet her requirements, This is beyond doubt. "

Shan Rao frowned when he heard the speech.

Of course he knew it was beyond doubt.

But——

Staring at the man's biography in the photo, he always felt uncomfortable, "how old would he be now if he were still alive?"

Yan Hao frowned when he heard the speech, broke his fingers and counted carefully. Finally, he drooped his head, "more than 50..."

Before leaving the cemetery, the man couldn't help looking back for several more eyes.

Originally, I was worried that if the child's father was a living, strong and good blood man, what would his single young master take to compete with others? Unexpectedly, his imaginary rival in love was buried ten years ago.

After thinking about it, I suddenly realized that this style of behavior is very song ran.

It took Shan Rao only one night to convince himself that no matter who the child's father was, his mind for song ran would never change.

Of course, if he could, he would like to have their own baby with her in his lifetime.

However, as soon as this idea came out of the man's heart, he began to be uncontrollably excited, inexplicably confident that this day would come sooner or later.

Even if Yan Hao poured cold water on him, he still did not reduce his enthusiasm.

For example, at this moment, song Ran's simple message reply will make the driver mistakenly think that he has successfully proposed and keep saying "Congratulations".