Ex-husband, Behave Yourself

Mrs. Smith naturally doesn't care about the emotional entanglement between shangrui and song ran.

She was more concerned about who the father was.

In her opinion, the rate should be Shang ruicai.

She is also a woman, and in her self-awareness, deeply suffered from emotional torture. She can guess that song ran could not have no feelings for Shang Rui after ten years of marriage.

Because deep feelings, want to stay with his descendants, this can make sense.

Of course, as long as it can be proved that the father of two children is another person, Shan Rao's maintenance of song ran in front of the media and the public will become a big joke.

As long as public opinion is further guided, both of them will be involved in the deep mire that is hard to extricate themselves.

Thinking of this, she did not feel a smile, and secretly convergence of her eyes, leaning against the window to watch the car body driving on the main road, the surrounding constantly backward scenery, murmured: "it's better to be domestic, I like domestic."

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on the other side, song ran was silent all the way after getting on the bus.

However, a moment later, the gentle smile Miss song that the driver had seen before disappeared. Instead, it was a face that was usually indifferent and alienated.

He didn't talk much and focused on driving.

After returning to song's house, her aunt came to meet her in a hurry. After taking the child from Song Ran's hand, she raised her eyes in the direction of the front hall of the villa, saying, "the guests are coming from home, and the master is entertaining them."

"Guest?" Song ran frowned slightly. She took out a tissue from her bag and wiped the saliva mark left by the little guy on her shoulder at will. As she wiped it, she asked, "what guest?"

Song Yan was transferred to her aunt's hand. After two grunts, song Yan went to sleep with her eyes closed. She patted the little guy's back, and then she frowned.

"I haven't been here before, and I don't know." After a pause, he added, "an old gentleman with a girl said he was looking for you."

"Girl?" Song ran eased his mind and raised his feet to the direction of the front hall, "I know."

When she stepped into the living room, her aunt came to meet her. She put away her bag and coat at the door, but she was just changing shoes. The old man in the direction of sofa stood up with his daughter, smiling and helpless.

Song Laozi sipped a mouthful of black tea, leisurely and quiet.

Song ran changed her shoes and came closer to see the girl standing behind the old man with her neck curling. Suddenly she stopped and looked at the man indifferently.

At this time, Miss yuan had long since disappeared from her fierce and aggressive manner. She pursed her mouth wrongly, acting like a domestic cat.

She suddenly drew back her eyes, chuckled and nodded to the old man with a straight suit. "I think the old man is the master of yuan family in Shanghai. I'm glad to meet you."

Her manner is polite, but her words are not warm.

Hearing the speech, the old man bowed down and laughed, "the master can't be called. We yuan family is a small enterprise. We can't stand up to the table and can't compare with the Song family."

Seeing Mr. Yuan's attitude of licking his face and smiling with each other, song ran looked at the girl quietly instead of answering.

Sure enough, she was biting her lower lip, her eyes were red, as if she could not help crying.

She raised her feet, stood by the nearest independent sofa chair, and then reached out her hand to indicate, "Mr. Yuan, you are an elder. After all, you should have the minimum etiquette. If you have any words, sit down and talk about it."

Seeing the old man nodding and sitting down, Miss yuan also sat next to her father. Song ran curled her lips indifferently and then sat down with her.

After sitting down, he asked, "I don't know if Mr. Yuan came from Shanghai specially. What's the matter?"

When she asked, she made the old man uncomfortable again. She glanced at Mr. Song who was sitting beside him drinking tea.

"I..." He sighed and then shook his head. "What happened at the birthday party of a single father some time ago, in the final analysis, is that I didn't discipline the children in place, which hurt Miss Song's reputation. I'm really sorry. How I think, I should bring my child to apologize to you and Mr. Song in person."

The reason why he took him with him was that since he came in, his attitude towards his father and daughter was not clear.

Before Song ran came back, the old man didn't want to entertain them. He stood outside for half an hour before his aunt invited them in.

When they arrived, they said that they wanted to come, and the old man was not salty and indifferent. "You old Mr. Yuan's goddaughter didn't belong to me, but song ran was the only daughter of the Song family. I grew up in the palm of my hand when I was young. The older my husband is, the more sand can't be rubbed in his eyes. If it's according to my temper, I'll let your girl eat it hard for the rest of her life Remember the lesson. "

He did not give face at all, two words on the side of the two people's back and forehead have a layer of cold sweat.But when Mr. Yuan wiped his sweat and wanted to speak again, he suddenly changed his words: "but now that I'm retired, I'm not in charge of the Song family's affairs. What's the matter, I have to wait for my daughter to come back and wait for her to judge for herself."

Because Mr. Song said this in advance, when song ran came in, the father and daughter would be so nervous and careful.

Song always protects the calf, and knows how to protect it properly. It not only protects her daughter's dignity, but also protects her heart.

After Shang Rui's affair, he is even more reluctant to see his daughter suffer a little injustice.

So as soon as the news came out in Shanghai, the old man sent someone to turn over the details of the yuan family that morning, but in two days, the cooperation between the younger half of their family was cut off.

Therefore, the father and daughter will not stop to make amends, but also in his expectation.

Song Ran has just arrived home and hasn't had time to get to know the news. However, after listening to master yuan's words, she does not show much emotional meaning. She sits at her right and looks at the person. "Since the old man also said that the injury has been caused, if an apology can be solved, isn't it too light?"

After a pause, she turned her eyes to Yuan's daughter, who was always staring at her fingernails. "Besides, I've given her a chance. It's because she doesn't know the sky, the earth, the brain and the ignorance. No wonder someone else is."

She also slightly raised the tone and asked each other with a smile: "Miss yuan, do you want to say it yourself?"

Miss yuan hung her head, and her body suddenly trembled. She shook her head and nodded. Finally, she murmured in a low voice: "Miss Song, I was wrong. I know I was wrong. Please forgive me once..."

Said, the tears on the bar TA TA TA down, appears to be more aggrieved than anyone.

Song ran was amused to see her like this, but Mr. Yuan had been holding back his evil spirit. Seeing that his daughter was so dishonorable, he slapped her in the face and scolded: "don't cry, you have no right to cry!"

Miss yuan did not cry after being slapped. She just opened her eyes and looked up at her father in disbelief: "you hit me? You've never said a cruel word to me, but now you beat me for others... "

Then, the scene began to become a bit difficult to clean up.

The old man was so angry that his eyes were red.

Song ran saw that the farce was about to end. He looked up at his father, who was still drinking tea safely, and then said, "OK."

Sure enough, as soon as she made a sound, the two men were quiet. The old man slowly vomited out a foul breath and sat down again, while the girl beside her covered her red cheek and stood there stubbornly, without speaking.

"I have only one request, or suggestion." She raised her eyes and looked at the girl. "Miss yuan has a lot of temperament, but her EQ is not high. I think it is necessary for the old gentleman to consider sending her out to study hard for a few years, so as to be restrained. There is a Jing'an Temple in Shanghai. I have been there for two days, and I think it can cultivate people's mind... "

"Are you going to send me to be a nun?"

Almost instantly, the girl burst her hair and did not cry, so she stretched out a finger to point it over.

Song ran still, raised his eyes to see the bright red nails, raised his hand to attract the aunt beside him, "see off the guests, I'm tired, I want to go upstairs and lie down for a while."

The girl wanted to investigate again and was stopped by his father. "I think Miss Song's suggestion is good."

With a smile, he asked song Lao when the yuan family's business would return to normal. The old man finally laughed and put down his tea cup. "As long as my daughter is relieved, it's all right."