Chapter 608 (1/2)

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?”