Ex-husband, Behave Yourself

Before Song ran got on the bus, he caught a glimpse of the black car parked at the corner of the street.

The assistant opened the car door, took a look at her eyes, and then understood. He coughed awkwardly and then explained, "Mr. Shan said that he had prepared gifts for his wife and master, and asked me to go to his company to get them..."

"All right, I see."

She closed her eyes, lifted her feet into the car, and told the driver to drive.

The engine started slowly. The assistant observed her face several times. Finally, she took out her mobile phone from her bag, opened the photo album and handed it over, "Miss, I found this in Yan Hao's car today."

After hearing the speech, song ran glanced down and saw that it was a personal business card that was not clearly photographed, and could barely identify the owner information of the business card.

Huang Maozhu, chief physician, Affiliated Hospital of Kyoto Medical University.

She quickly drew back her eyes, looked straight ahead, and brushed the folds of her dress with her indifferent hand.

"Miss..." The assistant frowned and took the mobile phone back into the bag. "I don't think there is such a coincidence. Yan Hao is probably checking the child's identity for Mr. Shan. Don't you have any plans?"

Song ran, who has been gazing at her thoughts, suddenly grinned and said, "I will arrange for someone to handle this matter myself, so you don't have to worry about it."

She didn't expect that Shan Rao would really care where the other half of the two children came from.

On the one hand, it has nothing to do with him; on the other hand, no matter from what angle, she always does not like meddlers.

Seeing her emotional abnormality, the assistant sitting next to her raised her eyebrows and observed for a long time, then carefully swallowing and salivating, and asked, "do you need me to set up a routine to see if they have found anything?"

"No more." Song Ran's face was condensed. She looked back at her as she raised her hand. "I know that you have a good private relationship with the assistant of Shan Rao, but work belongs to work and life to life. Don't confuse them."

Pause, the woman's cold eyes swept from each other's body, and then from the bag out of the mobile phone, dial a phone out.

At this time, Mu Ming is participating in a joint video conference with Yan's supervisor and Shanghai Yanmo team. At the beginning of the meeting, the mobile phone beside the table vibrates. He frowns, glances at the remarks on the caller ID, raises his hand and exits the meeting room.

"When I have time to go back to Kyoto, I have one more thing for you to do." As soon as the phone is connected, the woman expresses her intention directly.

"Well, is the weekend OK?" Always calm men do not ask why, the first to agree to come down, and finally added, "not on tomorrow."

"Weekend is OK." Song ran some tiny hook lips, face dew gratified, "to your current work in hand."

After that, he hung up without saying anything.

While Mu Ming takes the mobile phone back into the built-in pocket and turns to go to the meeting room again, the position of the pocket is "buzzing" again.

She thought that song ran had forgotten what other things to explain, but when she took out her mobile phone again, her eyes trembled.

This number, to him, is familiar and strange.

He thought that he would lie on Lu Yao's blacklist all his life, and when he was caught off guard by her phone call, he felt a sense of tension and palpitation rising from the bottom of his heart.

Press to answer, but also deliberately clear the throat, just pretend to inadvertently "feed" one.

"It's me." The woman's voice was cold and tired. She seemed to be afraid that the other side would not recognize her. She added: "Lu Yao."

"I know." Mu Ming's voice became astringent. He could not help pacing forward. He slowly walked to the window and asked, "what's the matter?"

"It's not clear on the phone." At the moment, Lu Yao is also standing on the balcony of her bedroom, playing with an old black U disk in her hand. Her eyes gradually become deep and dark. "If you have time, I'll see you at noon tomorrow."

At night, the gentle wind blowing on her face, the woman simply reported the appointed time and place, then hung up the phone.

At this time, outside the bedroom door came the mother's urging voice, "Yao Yao, are you there? Come down and have some soup... "

She tucked the USB flash drive into her pocket and turned to the door. "Here it is."

On the other side, without waiting for Mu Ming to free up his mind to figure out the meaning of Lu Yao's phone call, the assistant behind him rushed over, "Mr. mu, I'll be speaking to you later."

He quickly closed his face, handed his cell phone to the other party's hand, and walked quickly toward the entrance of the conference room.

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at noon the next day, he quit his job and went to the tea house to wait.

It was a fine day, neither cold nor hot, and there were a lot of pedestrians from outside the street. While pretending to drink tea comfortably, the man looks out of the window from time to time, and his eyes are always full of expectation.

Two pots of tea were added, from the morning until noon, but Lu Yao appeared not too early or too late, just stepping on the predetermined point.

She was casually dressed, a loose broken plaid skirt, although loose, but also can not cover the high bulging stomach.Staggering to the tea table, at this time the man has already restrained the look of expectation on his face, very peaceful to get up, opened the chair for her.

Lu Yao drooped her eyes, staring at the cushions and pillows on the chair, then hooked her lips and laughed, "are you early?"

"No, No Mu name subconsciously denied, avoided the other party's line of sight, sat down again, "I just came for a while."

After the two sat opposite each other, the atmosphere began to become a little subtle.

Lu Yao chose this teahouse specially, which is not meaningless.

At the beginning, Mu Ming successfully got rid of his crime with the help of song ran. Before leaving Nancheng, he met Lu Yao once and was here.

At that time, compared with the current inner emotions, the complex people are a little dumb.

After two people were silent for a while, Mu Ming took the lead in pouring a cup of tea and pushed it to her, "listen to the shop assistant here, pregnant women are more suitable for flower and fruit tea, vitamin supplement."

Lu Yao slightly surprised, and then pursed his lips and laughed. He reached out and said, "thank you."

After a small drink, put it down, see the opposite man seems to be lost, just staring at her.

"What's the matter She reached for her face and thought something was wrong.

Mu Ming, who responded, was smiling and holding a teacup in his hands. His smile was hard to detect. "No, I'm just an accident. You'll ask me out on your own initiative and see you now..."

He said, suddenly looked up at her, eyes light does not know to fall on her stomach, "is it fast born?"

"Soon." Lu Yao put down her tea cup and put her hands on her belly. "There are still two months left."

Understand the meaning of his words, also a few serious facial expression, "before that matter, I haven't had the opportunity to thank you, anyway, you are our mother and son's savior."

Lu Yao thinks that she has always been clear about right and wrong, but in fact, it is not only because Mu Ming saved her and her child.

Looking down for a moment, she still converged her eyes and said frankly: "what's more, your identity is different now. You are the president of Fengrui, the Song family has friendship with Shao family, and your Fengrui has cooperation with Longteng. Now the price you need to pay for a wrong thing is more than a thousand times more than two years ago. I believe that Mu Ming I know is not so stupid."

She analyzed this point thoroughly.

The man laughs, there is no way to refute.

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