Marry a boss with a cub after divorce

"Be quiet."

Rong Jiuci's voice was not heavy, but it was extremely intimidating, and Murong Rong's body froze immediately.

Satisfied, Rong Jiuci sent Murong Rong to the car parked by the side of the road.

"What do you want to do? Let me go down!" Murong Rong's pretty face was full of guard, and her eyes were full of fear.

Rong Jiuci was a little helpless: "Don't be afraid, I just want to help you deal with the wound."

Rong Jiuci opened the locker in the car and took out the medicine box.

Murong Rong looked at the man who was crouching in front of her to treat her wound, and felt extremely absurd.

Gritting his teeth, he asked, "Who are you?"

"You man."

Rong Jiuci looked at her with raised eyebrows: "If you forget, I don't mind helping you recall."

The hoarse voice was as sexy as when he held her last night and called her baby in her ear.

A shudder rose from Murong Rong's back, and his whole body seemed to be on fire. Realizing that he was so easily influenced by a man, Murong Rong was anxious and ashamed.

Just as she was about to attack, the cell phone in her hand rang.

It was the Song family's old house calling.

Murong Rong took a deep breath, and connected the phone with trembling fingertips.

A sharp female voice sounded from the other end: "Murong Rong, where have you been fooling around again? Let me tell you, if you don't come back within 10 minutes, don't blame me as a mother-in-law for setting the rules for you!"

After he finished speaking, he hung up the phone.

Rong Jiuci's cold voice sounded: "Are you married?"

Murong Rong nodded indiscriminately, and without waiting for Rong Jiuci to speak, he pushed him away, jumped out of the car, and left quickly.

Rong Jiuci did not keep her, looking at Murong Rong's figure, his eyes were dark.

"Boss, here I come."

With a joyful voice, a young man opened the car door and sat in: "Live up to everyone's expectations, I finally found the little beauty who can make you passionate before dark. Come and see."

Huo Yanshen handed over the file bag, begging for praise, for his brother Ninth to live a passionate and shameless life, he also did his best.

Rong Jiuci threw the file bag aside, and Jun's face seemed to be covered with frost: "It's no longer needed."

Huo Yan was surprised for a moment, and suddenly understood: "Ninth brother, you are protecting yourself like jade for Ye Wanxin."

When Ye Wanxin was mentioned, Rong Jiuci's expression was a bit ugly: "It has nothing to do with her."

He is born asexual, and he has never been interested in any woman since he was a child, but there is a mother who is desperately trying to give birth.

In order to be able to hold his grandson as soon as possible, five years ago, his mother gave him five times the amount of medicine.

After a night of absurdity, he opened his eyes and saw Miss Ye family, Ye Wanxin lying beside him.

In October of her pregnancy, Ye Wanxin gave birth to a son, but the throbbing she had brought to him that night could never come back.

Until last night, a strange woman who drank too much broke into his room, and when he hugged her, every cell in his body was clamoring for desire.

However, he never expected that Murong Rong would marry early.

Thinking that she would be passionate in the arms of other men every night, her mood became extremely bad.

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When Murong Rong returned to Song's house, it was completely dark. As soon as she stepped into the room, her mother-in-law beat her head and face.

Murong Rong was caught off guard and was beaten to the ground.

Her eyes were darkened, she couldn't react for a long time, and her swollen cheeks were so painful that they were almost numb.

Mrs. Song pointed at Murong Rong who fell on the ground and cursed: "Who's wife is like you, fooling around outside every day! No matter at home, her husband doesn't take care of you, and she dares to pull out Nannan's hair! Call your mother, I'll give you a call!" You have to ask, how did your mother teach her daughter!"

The mother-in-law scolded indiscriminately, making Murong Rong unable to control the anger in her heart, and suddenly threw out the appraisal report in her hand: "Before you call my mother, do you want to explain this appraisal report to me! "

Mrs. Song was startled when she saw the paternity test report in her arms, and she argued, "What the hell are you talking about! Murong Rong, don't you see how your family is doing well?"

Murong Rong was trembling all over, looking straight at her mother-in-law, and did not flinch like before: "I already know that Nan Nan is the son of Song Chuhe and Lin Yawei, and she is still pregnant with one!"

Mrs. Song was a little flustered. Why did this secret that had been hidden for many years suddenly come to light?

Lin Yawei held Mrs. Song's hand: "Murong Rong, why are you so angry? Back then, Mr. Song was seriously ill and wanted a grandson, but your stomach didn't live up to it, and you were pregnant with a loser. There is no way, in order to divide the family property, For Song's position as president, I had no choice but to give birth to brother Chuhe's son."

"Without Nan Nan, you wouldn't have such a glorious day today. Murong Rong, you should be so grateful to me and Nan Nan."

"Now that the old man is dead, brother Chuhe has also taken the position of president, so you should get divorced and leave. Don't delay my marriage with brother Chuhe."

Lin Yawei threw the divorce contract away with a snap.

Murong Rong was about to be driven mad by such shameless words, and said angrily, "You're dreaming! Lin Yawei, I will never divorce Song Chuhe, you can only be a mistress for the rest of your life!"

Lin Yawei smiled confidently: "Murong Rong, don't you care about your daughter?"

At the same time as the words fell, Song Chuhe walked in rudely carrying a thin little girl.

"Didn't you make a fuss about seeing your mommy all the time? She's just there. Call me quickly."

The little girl clenched her teeth and did not speak, with deep fear on her sallow and thin face.

Seeing that the little girl didn't cooperate, Song Chuhe was immediately annoyed: "If you don't want to bark, then I'll call until you bark."

As he spoke, he was about to slap the little girl.

"stop!"

Murong Rong rushed over like crazy, snatching the little girl from Song Chuhe's grasp.

Holding the little girl who was as light as a piece of paper in his arms, Murong Rong's heart ached like a twist.

Song Chuhe said coldly: "Murong Rong, your daughter has been returned to you. If you don't want to separate mother and daughter and never see her again, you don't have to sign the divorce agreement."

Saying that, Song Chuhe went to snatch the little girl.

"No!"

Murong Rong sideways avoided, tightly hugging the girl in his arms.

She looked warily at the husband in front of her, the aggressive mother-in-law, and the high-ranking best friend. Her thin body was trembling uncontrollably like a heart in an ice cellar.

She knew that no matter how she struggled today, the marriage was divorced.

Murong Rong made up his mind: "I will sign!"

Lin Yawei was overjoyed, she didn't care about her pregnant belly and pretended to be, and immediately handed over the contract and the pen.

As soon as Murong Rong wrote down her name, Lin Yawei couldn't wait to snatch the divorce agreement away, and she threw herself into Song Chuhe's arms: "Brother Chuhe, we can finally be together openly and aboveboard."

Mrs. Song was also very satisfied: "Weiwei, you are finally my daughter-in-law."

In a blink of an eye, seeing Murong Rong carefully holding the little girl in his arms, he felt it was an eyesore, and called the servant: "Get Murong Rong out of here!"