Ex-husband, Behave Yourself

In a leading private maternity care center in Kyoto, song ran and shangrui have just stepped out of the gate and stepped into the nanny car one after another.

Twenty minutes ago, in a room on the second floor, they saw a beautiful young girl, about her early twenties, with a good figure.

In addition to that slightly close up the abdomen, people seem a little bit abrupt.

After that, shangrui browses the girl's personal file information in the doctor's office.

Students in a famous university in Kyoto are in good health and have good thinking. Although the parents of my hometown are only wage earners in a third tier small city, they have been innocent families for the last three generations. If it was not for the urgent need to raise the cost of the operation, such a positive thinking girl would never agree to be a surrogate mother.

However, since she has chosen this road, she has also made great efforts to do everything well. According to the doctor's instructions, she carries out quantitative exercise and diet every day.

"The child is in her stomach, very healthy." As soon as the doctor with presbyopia lenses mentioned this girl, he showed a satisfied and joyful smile. "She is very attentive and cooperative. Every day, in addition to the activities and meals we arrange, she reads and reviews every other time. She never does anything out of the ordinary."

In the office, the man stood at the door, never closer, listen to the doctor chattering about all this, the expression is also cold to the extreme.

Song ran sits at her desk with a soft and light mood under her eyes.

"Because it's twins, her stomach is bigger than the average pregnant woman, and the reaction of her first birth is also relatively large, but don't worry, it's normal." The doctor said, handed two color Doppler ultrasound films to song ran, "this can be kept as a memorial."

Song ran stretched out his hand to take it, some tiny a hook lip, "thank you."

With the sound of the door slamming, song ran sat in the car, staring at the color ultrasound film in his hand, and suddenly regained his mind.

The man around him impatiently turned his head out of the window and frowned tightly into a ball. "You can't forget what you said."

What he was thinking about was only the small amount of shares that had fallen into song Ran's hands, so he suffered humiliation. He came to the so-called production and care center to see a woman whom he had never met before, pregnant with his and song Ran's children.

It's just the most important thing in the world.

The smile that the woman's mouth shallow arouses vanishes in an instant, she indifferently presses those two films under the arm, "don't worry, I won't break my promise."

The man listened to this, some slightly relieved, and then opened the door, "then I'll go first."

The oppressive atmosphere in this small space almost suffocated him. He just stepped on the ground with long legs, and a woman's voice sounded behind his ears, "my father is coming today. Let's go home for dinner."

Obviously, it seems to be a negotiation, but she always has such a tone.

Shangrui steps out a little bit slightly, the cold wind whips in through the open door, behind song ran quietly curled up his cape, a face of victory in the dim expression of looking at the man's back.

She curled her lips. "Twins, do you have such disgust to see those two children?"

The door in front of her eyes was suddenly closed, and there was a dull bang. Before Song ran had time to respond, he felt his body was suppressed by a steady force.

Shangrui's angry face is magnified in front of her eyes.

The woman's eyes were frozen, and the driver's eyes were still cold.

"Song ran..." He stared at her with anger in his eyes. "If you really want to have a child, why bother? We are legal couple. I can make you pregnant with my child in a normal way."

He paused and went on, "you have experience with this, don't you?"

He alluded to the two children who could not be saved in Song Ran's stomach.

These words, word by word, stirred in the woman's heart, like a sword after sword, gouging out her flesh and blood, forcing her forehead to burst a long blue tendon.

But the expression on her face is still dim, and even her eyes are calm. There is no emotion that can be investigated by shangrui to ridicule.

Even in this long and silent confrontation, it was not surprising to see that the man was the first to lose the battle. He relaxed his strength and sat back to his seat, quietly sorting out some slightly wrinkled suits.

She also slowly sat upright, staring at the color Doppler film that just slipped at her feet because of the unexpected attack. Suddenly, she hooked her lips, "why can't the second child be born? Do you know better than me?"

The reason why she became addicted to drugs by White happened to be during her pregnancy.

Originally, she was just suspicious. Although there was evidence pointing to it, she still convinced herself to reject this conjecture from the bottom of her heart.

After hearing the accusation, the man still quietly tidied up the buttons of his suit, "you killed the child yourself, song ran."

He was a solemn reminder.There was silence in the car, until song ran looked at the worried old driver through the rearview mirror and said, "drive."

In the roar of the engine, the nanny car gradually drove up the main road. Song ran looked down at the two folded white paper under his feet, and suddenly kicked it to one side, as if with some kind of disgust.

At last, she leaned back, reclined on the back of the chair, closed her eyes, and said faintly, "most of the shares of Long Teng are still in the hands of the old lady of Shao family. If I guess right, you have at most 20% of them. With what I give, you can't achieve anything."

If you want to control the absolute control of Longteng, he still needs a lot.

Song ran hit the nail on the head and directly hit Shang Rui's heaviest heart.

Even if he had just said that, song ran was still calm and self-contained in the next second, with a calm and indifferent face, just like a robot without emotional waves.

In the face of the man's long silence, she suddenly hooked her lips, opened her eyes and turned her head to look at him.

It's a good idea that you can't get hold of

In the man's eyes, the woman turned her head out of the window and calmly narrated everything.

Casual and lazy attitude, like talking about some ordinary things with her husband. But the man gathers the eyes to listen, the brow actually frowns deeper and deeper, the fist also pinches more and more tightly.

My heart is surging up and down.

Song ran finished, still not looking at him, staring at the traffic on the street, jokingly asked: "how, what's my idea?"