Marry a boss with a cub after divorce

The next day.

Early in the morning, guests came to the ward.

"Mom?" Murong Rong looked at Li Xiuqin in surprise, "Why are you here?"

"Why didn't I come?" Li Xiuqin sullenly said angrily, "If I hadn't received a call from Chuhe, I wouldn't have known that you refused to host the old man's hundred-day ceremony! Murong Rong, how can you be so ignorant? Is that what I taught you before?"

"No. Song Chuhe and I..." Murong Rong saw his daughter looking over with big black eyes, unable to mention the dirty things that Song Chuhe did in private: "In short, I have already divorced him, I am not qualified preside over this ceremony."

Li Xiuqin's complexion changed drastically, and she said angrily: "Who allowed you to divorce! Do you still think of me as a mother? You go back to the Song family for me now, even if you are crying or begging, you have to remarry me!" !

Murong Rong, your father and I worked so hard to train you, even using your father's life-saving grace to Mr. Song to threaten you, not to make you an abandoned wife! "

When Murong Rong saw his mother didn't even ask the reason, he forced her to remarry Song Chuhe, he couldn't bear it and said: "Mom, I didn't give birth to Nannan, but An An. I'm done with Song Chuhe, and I will never remarry."

For such a man, she has been involved in it for five years, and she will never marry her again with her daughter.

Li Xiuqin was anxious and angry, but seeing her daughter's rejection all over her face, she could only slow down her tone: "Okay, let's not talk about your remarriage. Don't you want to see him off for the last time?"

Seeing Murong Rong's expression moved, he continued: "There is still this child, I must let the old man see it. No matter what, the Song family is her root after all."

When An An heard Li Xiuqin mentioning her, she secretly showed her small head from behind Murong Rong.

Murong Rong patted the little girl's hairy head lovingly, but this time he didn't say any words of rejection after all.

Mom is right, no matter how much she hates Song Chuhe and the Song family, they are all An An's blood relatives.

Seeing her daughter agreeing, Li Xiuqin stood up and said goodbye.

Murong Rong hurriedly stayed: "Mom, stay for lunch."

Li Xiuqin glanced at Murong Rong: "My daughter is divorced with an oil bottle. She will be alone in this life. How can I be in the mood to eat?"

After speaking, he slammed the door and left.

An An's face was sad: "Mommy, it's all because of An An's fault, which caused you to be scolded again."

"Silly girl. Your grandma is angry with Mommy, it has nothing to do with you. She is very nice. When you get better, I will take you back to see her, okay?"

An An nodded in Murong Rong's expectant eyes, and her little heart was full of fear for Li Xiuqin.

Li Xiuqin came out of the ward and made a phone call: "Rong Rong has agreed to attend the ceremony... no thanks, I just don't want my daughter to be an abandoned woman."

After hanging up the phone, Li Xiuqin looked back at the ward before walking away.

……

After finishing the video conference, Rong Jiuci closed the computer, and he looked impatiently at the long motorcade outside the car window: "How long will it take to get to the hotel?"

The driver sweated profusely and said, "I'm not sure. This road is already blocked, and Mr. Song's [-]-day ceremony is scheduled to be held in this hotel. There are many guests."

"The Song family."

When mentioning the Song family, Rong Jiuci inevitably thought of that woman. Even though he was busy with work recently, he couldn't completely get her out of his mind.

She always popped up from the depths of his mind inadvertently, making him sleepless all night.

Rong Jiuci pulled the tie away a little, but it couldn't relieve the anxiety in his heart.

Huo Yanshen called and urged: "Ninth Brother, where have you been? Brothers are waiting for you."

"Traffic jam, you chose a good place, today is very lively."

Hearing the people beside him say that the Song family also chose this place, Huo Yanshen was immediately discouraged: "Then why not worry, it won't be long, we will be waiting for you in wind or rain."

Rong Jiuci sneered and hung up the phone decisively: "Turn around and go back to Rong's house."

"This……"

The driver couldn't help it, and just wanted to explain that it's too difficult to turn around now, but before he could say a word, the president was no longer in the car.

By the time Rong Jiuci came back to his senses, he had already got out of the car.

He stared at Murong Rong who got off the taxi, his face was as black as coal.

This woman, Murong Rong, must know how to play Gu, otherwise, how could he have chased her out of the car when he saw her just now.

"Handsome uncle!"

Hearing her daughter's excited voice, Murong Rong looked up and saw Rong Jiuci.

He was wearing an expensive custom-made suit, the jacket was thrown somewhere by him, and the tie was a little ripped apart. He looked a little messy, but he didn't look downcast at all. On the contrary, he had a kind of unruly handsomeness that people couldn't move away from. line of sight.

"Mr. Rong." A surprised voice sounded.

The visitors were very pleasantly surprised, they didn't expect to see Rong Jiuci at the Song Family's Hundred Days Ceremony, and immediately rushed over to flatter her in every possible way.

Murong Rong hurriedly looked away, turned around and was about to leave.

She was so anxious that she didn't notice that the car on the side of the road had already started to drive, so she slammed into the car.

"Be careful!"

Rong Jiuci strode over, dragged Murong Rong back, looked at her startled little face, couldn't help frowning and said, "What's the matter with you? Don't you know how to watch the road?"

Murong Rong was panting heavily, her eyes full of fear, it was too dangerous just now, she was the only one, but she was still hugging An An.

If An An gets hurt somewhere, she will never forgive herself.

She sincerely apologized to Rong Jiuci: "Mr. Rong, thank you."

Rong Jiuci's expression became more and more cold: "Murong Rong, do you know what kind of woman is the most hateful? Those who use children repeatedly, this is my bottom line!"

Murong Rong really wanted to explain that what happened just now was just an accident, no matter how frantic she was, she couldn't take advantage of An An.

Ann is her life.

But looking at the anger in Rong Jiuci's expression, what Rong Jiuci said to her that night flooded into his mind.

She knew that no matter what she said, Rong Jiuci would not believe it.

Murong Rong didn't explain, and broke free from his arms: "Thank you again, if there is nothing else, I will leave first."

Before the words fell, he picked up An'an and left quickly.

The man who flattered Rong Jiuci came over and said with a smile: "It's really a peerless beauty, no wonder Mr. Rong looks at it differently. If Mr. Rong likes it, why don't you keep this beauty by your side?"

Before the words were finished, tremendous pressure poured in.

Rong Jiuci's eyes were as sharp as a knife: "Don't do unnecessary things, understand?"

The man was dripping with cold sweat, and nodded like a pounding garlic: "Understood, I understand."

Rong Jiuci didn't even look at it, and walked towards the hotel.

When he walked to the door, he saw Song Chuhe and his mother, Mrs. Song, surrounded Murong Rong in the middle of the room, greeting each other affectionately, like a family.