Marry a boss with a cub after divorce

"An An!"

Murong Rong bared his eyes and rushed over like crazy, hugging An An in his arms.

An An's head had been smashed, and blood kept gushing out.

Murong Rong hugged An An and rushed out like crazy.

Rong Jiuci was standing at the stairs smoking a cigarette when he suddenly heard a shrill cry.

It seems that Murong Rong called An An's name again.

He was about to walk over subconsciously, and just about to push open the fire door in the stairwell, Rong Jiuci's movements stopped.

He was really afraid that he held it in for too long, and that's why he was so greatly influenced by Murong Rong.

Murong Rong was in deep love with Song Chuhe at this time, how could he scream so badly.

Rong Jiuci's eyes turned cold.

"Ninth brother, why are you here?" Huo Yanshen pushed open the door and walked in: "The brothers said that they want to go to Twilight and sit down, do you want to go?"

"Let's go."

Huo Yanshen's jaw dropped in shock: "Ninth Brother, we want Twilight, not to go back to the company, do we..."

Got it wrong?

His family's ninth brother has always kept himself clean and never set foot in such sensual places.

Rong Jiuci ignored Huo Yanshen and walked out.

Murong Rong was sitting on the bench in the corridor covered in blood, looking at the words "rescue in progress", his body trembled uncontrollably.

On the way from sending An An to the hospital, she kept covering the wound on An An's forehead with a handkerchief, but the blood kept flowing, and she couldn't stop it no matter what.

By the time they got to the hospital, An An had passed out, her small face was covered with blood, but her face was pale and pale.

Murong Rong's heart was filled with endless remorse, she should not have attended the sacrificial ceremony, and she should not have handed An An over to the housekeeper.

If it weren't for these shares, the people of the Song family wouldn't even think of her, let alone An An.

At this moment, every minute and every second stretched infinitely at this moment, Murong Rong didn't know how long he was suffering, and the door of the emergency room finally opened.

Murong Rong rushed over immediately: "Doctor, how is my daughter?"

"The wound has stopped bleeding, but judging from her injury and examination results, she has coagulation dysfunction again. If she hadn't come in time this time, she might not even be able to save her life this time."

At this moment Murong Rong felt dizzy and almost passed out.

She bit her lips tightly: "My hematopoietic stem cells..."

"It has been checked, and your hematopoietic stem cells do not match with your daughter's, and cannot be transplanted."

"Blood coagulation disorder? Isn't this a terminal illness? What a retribution. Such an eye-catching money-losing product deserves to die!" A piercing voice suddenly sounded.

Lin Yawei painted exquisite makeup, stepped on high heels, and walked over with her head held high.

Just now after Murong Rong left with a small loss of money, the old man's hundred-day ceremony ended in such a hurry.

After seeing off the guests, Mrs. Song vented her accumulated anger on her, forcing her to apologize to Murong Rong.

Mrs. Song said: "Lin Yawei, if you can't coax Murong Rong to change his mind, you will never even think about stepping in the door of the Song family for the rest of your life."

Song Chuhe's face was also full of indifference: "Why are you so ignorant? Don't you know how important the shares in Murong Rong's hands are? How can you let Nan Nan beat An An?"

Lin Yawei could only be forced to come to the hospital to apologize.

Originally, she thought she would be insulted by Murong Rong in every possible way this time, but she never heard the good news.

Murong Rong stood up abruptly as if he had been touched by Ni Lin, and grabbed Lin Yawei by the collar, his eyes were bloodshot: "Lin Yawei, you'd better say good deeds, or don't blame me for being rude to you!

Lin Yawei was taken aback by Murong Rong, and immediately laughed again: "Okay, if you want your daughter to die like this, you can do it with me. Murong Rong, I have a way to save your daughter."

Murong Rong froze all of a sudden: "Do you have a solution?"

"Of course, as long as you have another child, the umbilical cord blood can save your daughter's life when you give birth again. Doc, am I right?"

The doctor nodded: "This lady is right. This is the best way when the hematopoietic stem cells of the child's immediate family members do not match."

"Did you hear that?" Lin Yawei smiled smugly: "If you want to have a baby, you have to rely on Brother Chuhe, and I am Brother Chuhe's favorite person, and I am still pregnant with his child. If you treat me again If you speak rudely, you will let your daughter die!"

Murong Rong gritted his teeth: "What exactly do you want?"

"The shares in your hand, how about exchanging the things of the Song family for your daughter's life? Isn't it very profitable."

Song Chuhe also hurried over at this time, and after hearing Lin Yawei's story, he immediately said: "Weiwei is right. Murong Rong, you took such a big advantage of the Song family, you should be grateful to Dade. I have already sent a message, Let someone print out the share transfer contract, and you can sign it."

Looking at Song Chuhe's greedy and impatient look, Murong Rong felt a chill in his heart.

An An was seriously ill in bed, but Song Chuhe, as a father, didn't say a word of greeting. He kept in mind that what he was thinking about was only the shares in her hand.

Thinking that he had been married to a man like Song Chuhe for five years, Murong Rong couldn't help but feel chills all over his body.

The only thing to be thankful for now is that she and Song Chuhe have divorced, and she never had any hope for him.

Murong Rong took a deep breath: "I agree, I can give you the shares, but I want your Qingzi first."

Song Chuhe couldn't believe it: "You actually want to be a test-tube baby?"

"Do you agree or not?"

Song Chuhe was upset, he was such a big man, Murong Rong actually wanted to be a test tube baby, what is the difference between this and accusing him of being incompetent?

But thinking of the shares in Murong Rong's hands, he held back his anger and was about to nod when Lin Yawei stopped him: "Brother Chuhe and I can agree to your conditions, but the premise is that you sign a contract with Huang's. That night , you made Huang Zongbai wait all night, he was very angry."

She looked at Song Chuhe: "Brother Chuhe, with Huang's contract and this 12.00% stake, your position will be as stable as Mount Tai."

"Wei Wei still thinks carefully." Song Chuhe looked at Murong Rong: "Did you hear what Wei Wei said? Huang's contract, 12.00% of the shares in your hand, you must have nothing less, otherwise, you will let An An wait to die Bar!"

Murong Rong felt cold all over, every time she thought she had seen through Song Chuhe, he would always break the bottom line.

Lin Yawei looked at Murong Rong's pale face, and said with a smile: "You can also refuse. But, Murong Rong, I advise you to think about it, it is just difficult for us not to have this part of the shares. If Murong Rong is disobedient, you will lose But your daughter's life. You know which is more important."

Murong Rong finally agreed, her daughter's sudden serious illness left her no room to struggle.

After getting dressed up, she was brought into the twilight by Song Chuhe.