Marriage status: Ex-husband, please respect yourself

Chapter 632 See You in Kyoto

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

"Come on, come on..." Rarely is a man so flustered, the veins on his forehead burst out almost instantly, "Take it easy, breathe steadily, I'll send someone to call the doctor over."

Perhaps he heard his father's words that he was going to cut him out, but within half an hour or so, the little guy started to get restless.

When Song Ran rushed to the hospital, she saw a mobile hospital bed being pushed into the delivery room.

The woman's forbearing roar echoed in the long corridor, and the man chased him all the way, but was finally ordered by Lu Yao to yell at the door, "Don't come in, don't come in!"

Lu Yao knew how terrifying it was for a woman to give birth, and she didn't want Shao Yunchen to witness this scene.

Not long after, Mother Shao and Mother Lu hurried over.

Outside the delivery room, the always meticulous man's eyes were full of anxiety at this moment, his suit was wrinkled, the collar of his shirt was torn open wantonly, a pair of dark and deep eyes just stared at the door of the delivery room motionless.

The two elderly people next to each other also frowned, and they walked around in the small space, anxious like ants on a hot pot, bumping into each other without paying attention.

Song Ran stood far away, watching the scene intently.

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

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

And she, Song Ran, might never experience such fun in her life.

Just as she was thinking this way, the phone in her pocket suddenly rang. She took it out and looked, and a sentence popped up on the information interface.

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

There is no note on the message number, but it is self-evident who will send this message.

I don't know if it was touched by the current scene, but for the first time in history, Song Ran didn't pretend to ignore it, but said back three words, "See you in Kyoto."

Seeing the notification that the message was received, the woman smiled faintly, feeling a rare peace in her heart.

Recalling that in the middle of the night today, I received a photo on my mobile phone. It was the man standing in front of the tombstone with a painful and complicated expression on his face.

Now recalling this scene, she suddenly wanted to laugh.

At that time, the man who sent her this photo asked her in French, "Is this enough? Are you going to keep hiding it like this?"

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

Today, Song Ran stood silently in the corridor of the hospital for a while. After gathering her thoughts, she finally chose not to disturb the atmosphere that should belong to the Shao family.

She walked to the nurse's desk with the gift she bought, and asked with a smile, "Please pass it to Ms. Lu Yao in Ward 302 for me."

The young nurse hastily registered, nodded in response, and waited until the person walked away, then poked the elbow of the companion next to her excitedly, "Hey, do you see, this sister looks so funny when she smiles. Charm."

Hearing this, the companion raised his head from a pile of documents, glanced at the back, and ruthlessly explained, "So you agreed to hand over the items for others, which is not in compliance."

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

His eyes were full of tiredness, and he leaned against the car window, watching the neon lights flashing on the street in the early morning, his whole body was as wilted as a frost-beaten eggplant.

Yan Hao, who was sitting next to him, had thick dark circles under his eyes, and asked with a shaky body, "Master, are you not sleepy?"

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

Although the news that was just sent out was already prepared to be lost, but this time, for some reason, it seemed a little more disturbed than before.

Could it be because I finally know who that bastard is?
When he was thinking wildly, the phone suddenly "buzzed" twice, which made his body tremble and stood up like a spring.

Quickly swiping open the screen, staring at the three words on the message reply interface, thinking that he was dreaming.

He blinked his eyes, murmured those three words several times, and finally stood in front of Yan Hao with his mobile phone, "Read it to me."

Yan Hao stared at his young master with helplessness and fear, and slowly uttered three words: "See you, Capital."

Then, he felt his head being hugged tightly, and he shook it hard a few times, and when the shaking made his forehead muddy, he was lightly smacked twice.

"Master..." He was full of grievances, and shrank to the other side near the car door.

But Shan Rao didn't know it, and used unskilled questions to communicate with the driver sitting in front, "Look, my girlfriend replied to my message..."

Yan Hao on the side looked at him like he was looking crazy.

He had to recall the lonely look on that man's face a few hours ago, so he reminded him: "Master, have you forgotten your purpose of coming here?"

A few hours ago, Shan Rao, according to the information obtained from Yan Hao's investigation, came all the way to an independent cemetery, and finally stared down at the photo of the man on the tombstone, and asked solemnly: "This is that bastard ?”

Yan Hao turned his head sideways and nodded cautiously.

Seeing that Shan Rao was still in disbelief, he seriously analyzed: "Ms. Song must have thought about the child's blood line before the surrogacy. It is said that Mr. Howard has three-quarters of domestic blood and is a genius physicist. , superior IQ, plus he was abroad, died unexpectedly early, and has no family members, the sperm he donated earlier should be the most suitable for her requirements, it is not doubtful."

Shan Rao frowned upon hearing this.

Naturally, he also knew that there was no doubt about it.

but--

Staring at the biography of the man in the photo, he always felt awkward, "If he is still alive, how old would he be now?"

Yan Hao frowned when he heard the words, counted with his fingers, and finally lowered his head, "It's more than 50..."

Before leaving the cemetery, the man couldn't help but look back several times.

Originally, I was worried that if the child's father was a living, strong man with good bloodlines, what would his young master Shan do to compete with others, but what he didn't expect was that his imaginary rival in love was ten years ago. It was buried.

After figuring it out, he suddenly realized that this kind of behavior was very Song Ran.

It only took Shan Rao one night to convince himself that no matter who the father of the child is, his feelings for Song Ran will never change.

Of course, if possible, he hopes to have their own little baby with her in his lifetime.

But as soon as this kind of thought came out of the man's heart, he began to be uncontrollably excited, thinking with inexplicable confidence that this day would come sooner or later.

Even if Yan Hao poured cold water on him, he still didn't lose the slightest enthusiasm.

For example, at this moment, Song Ran's simple reply to a message will make the driver mistakenly think that he has succeeded in proposing marriage, and keep saying "Congratulations".

(End of this chapter)