Ex-husband, Behave Yourself

Shan Rao and song ran left early, and Yan Hao was entrusted with the rehabilitation work of the hospital.

That night, Shan Rao worked overtime in the company. When Yan Hao came back from buying a meal and pushed the lunch box in front of him, the smile on his face was a bit strange.

"Young master, there is something..."

He rubbed the palms of his hands and carefully observed his young master's face.

Shan Rao smell speech, take advantage of the computer keyboard clearance to look up, then hook lip joke, "how, by the legal affairs new girl to harassment?"

"No, young master..." In the face of ridicule, Yan Hao didn't argue for himself as before. He thought for a while, then cautiously turned back and closed the door of the office.

Standing by the door, he also looked at the desk with a heavy face, showing some hesitation.

Aware of the atmosphere is not right, Shan Rao also converged on the smile on the face, after closing the computer, looked up at the past, "what's the matter? Say

Yan Hao coughed twice, and then walked to the table. "About Miss Song, you asked me to go to the hospital and tell the doctor about the follow-up confidentiality work, but the doctor said, he said..."

"What did he say?" The first time I saw a big man so faltering, Shan Rao almost exhausted all his patience, "say it

"The doctor said that there was no problem with the test report, and the test results proved that Miss Song's child had no blood relationship with yuntengshang, that is to say..."

As he said this, he took out the appraisal report from his arms, spread it out and pushed it to the man, "that is to say, the father of the child is another person."

With the naked eye, you can see his gloomy face.

Shan Rao stretched out his hand, picked up the document, and directly turned it to the final identification result. His emotions were complicated and could not be explained for a moment.

Finally, he put the document down again, in a light and quiet voice, "it's not surprising that the child is a surrogate, and it's not surprising that the father has someone else."

"So it is. In this way, Miss Song might have wanted to divorce Mr. Shang for a long time, so she didn't want to leave his descendants, but... " Yan Hao should nod with him, and then stopped again, "but miss song is always cautious in doing things. Who is the father of this child? Don't you wonder?"

"Curious about what?" When the man heard the speech, he raised his eyebrows slightly, and showed disdain on his face. "No matter who the child is, it can't change my feelings for her. Is the child shangrui or other men's? Is this different for me?"

"Tell me, is there a difference?" He pulled out the high tone again and repeated a sentence. To Yan Hao's ears, he always felt a little sad in his words.

It doesn't make any difference, but I don't know why. The more you go on, the more intense the fire is gathering in the man's eyes. He picks up the document and smashes it at the other party's feet. "Why did I falter and haw for a long time, then you told me these useless things?"

"No, young master..." Yan Hao was so frustrated that he put his hand forward and tried to comfort his young master. "I mean, we can find out who the father of the child is. If we know ourselves and the enemy, we can be invincible, right? In case the other party loves Miss Song, we can also have a foreknowledge of our competitors. "

"All right, shut up." Shan Rao raised his hand and showed his impatience. "Shi ran said that the best way to get a woman is to be sincere. Otherwise, how can the wood of Shan Yuan overcome difficulties? You don't have a first love. I don't listen to you. Get out of here... "

When he finished, the raised hand pointed to the door, "go away, don't give me bad ideas, I won't investigate my woman secretly."

The man's voice was firm. Yan Hao sneered at him and muttered in disdain: "I haven't pulled my hand, how can I become your woman..."

"What are you talking about?"

Shan Rao didn't hear what he was saying, but instinctively realized that it must not be a good word. As soon as he patted the table, he wanted to have an attack. The mobile phone on one side rang.

Looking down at one eye, the whole body entangled fire was instantly extinguished, and then the whole person became soft. Before picking up, he also took care of himself to clear his throat twice, "well, Miss Song, what's the matter?"

Yan Hao curled his mouth and felt sorry and helpless for his young master's degeneration. Then he shook his head and left under the other party's wave.

"Report?" After listening to the words of the opposite woman, he can't help but look up at the identification report just thrown to the ground by his own hands, "where are you?"

In the gap between the other party's response, he has pushed aside the chair, picked up his coat, held it in his hand, picked up the papers on the ground, and lifted his feet out of the door.

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the airport lobby in 20 minutes.

After entering the gate, the man trotted all the way, half panting and stopping in front of the woman.

Song ran some slightly surprised, reached out to take the document he handed over, "you can send someone to send it, there is no need to personally run."

The man's forehead is permeated with fine sweat, and he tries to calm his breath. After that, he hooks his lips and smiles, "I will do something for Miss Song personally."He said, but also can not help frowning, "not all the hotel reservation, why not rest one night, tomorrow morning again?"

"No more." The woman buried her head and stuffed the document into her bag. "I have something to deal with when I go back."

At this time, the radio in the airport hall began to broadcast the boarding information from Shanghai to Kyoto. Before Song ran went to the boarding entrance along with the crowd, he still raised his eyes with a gentle smile, "thank you for today's affairs, Mr. Shan."

Finish saying, some tiny a nod, will carry bag in the shoulder, go toward the direction of entrance.

The man's steps were behind him, and he laughed uneasily: "in fact, I didn't help anything today."

Shan Rao's words are obscure, but song ran understands it at the first time. She stops and looks at him.

For example, after a brief hesitation, he finally chose to be frank, "I think you should know from the doctor that this report is true."

Man a Leng, and then droop eyelids, as if to cover up uneasiness, put a hand into the pocket, some micro shrug, admit down, "yes."

"In that case, I don't want to say more." Song Ran's mood in her eyes is always peaceful. She is less angry than usual. She purses her lips. "Shangrui and I are past personal enmities. I have no obligation to report to you, but since you know it, you know it."

She was calm and calm for a moment, and then began to speak again: "about the cooperation between the two families, you can think about it and give me a reply as soon as possible."

"Don't think about it." He was tall and straight. He looked down at the cool expression on the woman's face and immediately gave a response: "if you say cooperation means cooperation, I have no opinion."

Then, watching that wipe into the crowd, gradually away from the figure, the man like a deep pool of the bottom of his heart is like being thrown into a stone, a little ripples.

He can't miss this woman.

As Shan Yuan said at the beginning, "I want to share all of her. I want to protect her. I can't wait to make her become Mrs. Shan."

Therefore, he must eliminate any potential hidden dangers one by one.

No one in the world can rob Miss Song with him.

So before leaving the airport, he took his cell phone out of his pocket and dialed out.

As soon as he was connected, he said very seriously: "no matter what method you use, I want to know which son of a bitch is the father of the child!"