Marry a boss with a cub after divorce

Mrs. Song noticed the gaze falling on her, and when she looked up, she saw Song Xiuyuan coming back.

The smile on her face faded, and the expression on her face became cold.

Xiaobao noticed something and turned his head. When he saw Song Xiuyuan, his face lit up and he shouted happily: "Handsome uncle, why are you here?"

"This is my home." Song Xiuyuan didn't expect that the child the servant mentioned was the one he had seen in the cemetery before.

"Wow, so this is Uncle Shuai's house."

"Yes." Song Xiuyuan looked at Mrs. Song, lowered his head slightly: "Mom, I'm back."

"You know Xiao Bao?"

"Well, we met once before. I didn't expect to see him again at home."

Xiao Bao raised his head: "I never thought I would see handsome uncle again. I asked Mommy if I could see you again, and Mommy said no. It seems that Mommy made a mistake this time."

Mrs. Song said softly: "Then when you see Mommy, you tell her that she made a mistake and you saw Uncle."

"Yeah." Xiaobao nodded vigorously, and said seriously: "I not only want to tell Mommy that I met the handsome uncle, but also tell Mommy that I met a very powerful grandma."

Mrs. Song couldn't help teasing Xiaobao: "Xiaobao, why do you think grandma is amazing."

"Of course it's because grandma is not only gentle and beautiful, but also gave birth to such a wonderful son as handsome uncle. What a wonderful wife."

As Xiaobao said, he stretched out his arms and drew a big circle. His movements were too big, and his small body could not help but fall to the side.

Mrs. Song was always paying attention to Xiaobao, and when she saw this, she immediately hugged the little guy into her arms: "Xiaobao, slow down, if you fall down, grandma will feel bad."

Xiao Bao nodded obediently: "Grandma, I'm sorry for making you worry."

Mrs. Song couldn't bear to blame Xiaobao, she hugged her and coaxed her softly. Xiaobao was lively, and soon became happy again, and began to chatter.

Song Xiuyuan actually doesn't like children and thinks they are noisy, but now listening to Xiaobao's milky voice, he feels extremely at ease in his heart, as if all the exhaustion in his heart has been exhausted.

Suddenly he understood the meaning of family, probably having a woman and one or several children that made him desperate.

He had it before.

He married a wife and had children.

But in the end there was nothing.

Suddenly, he saw the fire again.

At that time, when he rushed back, the fire was completely burned, and the firefighters were desperately spraying water, but to no avail, but it was useless.

He wanted to break in and rescue Li Qingzi, but was held down tightly.

"Let go of me! Let go of me!"

He saw himself roaring and struggling crazily at that time, but was knocked out in the end.

When he woke up again and rushed over as fast as he could, except for the house that had been burned to ruins, all that was left was a handful of ashes.

"What is this?" he once asked the assistant.

"This is my wife's ashes."

Ashes?

Only the dead have ashes.

A little assistant, but dared to curse his wife, and his child who was about to be born.

He was so angry that he beat up his assistant, but nothing changed after all.

Li Qingzi died, taking the child in her stomach, leaving only a handful of ashes, and then left his world cleanly.

The belated pain pierced his heart like thousands of knives, making him curl up uncontrollably.

"uncle."

Suddenly there was warmth, and a soft little hand touched his cheek.

Song Xiuyuan raised his eyes, and saw that little Douding named Xiaobao was looking at him worriedly: "Is there something wrong with you?"

"I am fine."

Song Xiuyuan's forehead was covered with cold sweat, and he showed a forced smile: "I'm just tired and want to rest. Be good."

After finishing speaking, Song Xiuyuan got up from the sofa and went upstairs.

Xiao Bao stared blankly at Song Xiuyuan's figure, and said to Mrs. Song, "Grandma Song, the handsome uncle looks very sad."

"He deserves it, don't pay attention to him. Xiaobao, hurry up and have dinner with grandma."

Emperor View Garden.

Rong Jiuci pushed open the door of the study and walked in, and saw that Murong Rong was buried in the drawing of the design.

Her hair hung down her cheeks, and under the warm light of the setting sun, she looked even more gentle and moving.

Rong Jiuci's tense heart immediately relaxed a lot. He walked in and sat on the sofa beside him.

After waiting for another half an hour, Murong Rong put down the pen in his hand when the sky outside became darker.

She put her hands on her neck and twisted her neck.

At this time, a big hand was placed on Murong Rong's neck and pressed gently: "Is it comfortable?

"En." Murong Rong let Rong Jiuci press her stiff neck and asked him, "Why did you come back so early today?"

"Of course it's because I'm worried that someone can't help crying."

Hearing Rong Jiuci's teasing, Murong Rong couldn't help snorting: "You're the one crying, I'm not that fragile yet."

She knew that Rong Jiuci was talking about the fact that Song Hongfeng snatched her title of honorary director.

After the result came out, she was indeed very annoyed, but it was only for a moment, and she quickly controlled her emotions.

If she wants to go a long way on this road, she is doomed to have countless storms waiting for her in the future.

What happened this time is not worth mentioning. There will definitely be more difficult levels in the future. She can't be immersed in sadness every time.

"Sure enough, I have grown up, and suddenly I am very confident in the things you want to support."

"You should always be very confident, and take good care of yourself, so as not to age and fade, it's the right thing to make me lose interest."

Rong Jiuci couldn't help laughing.

Put an end to old age and fading, and make her uninterested?

"You're right. I really should improve my professional ability. Since I want to be a canary raised by you, I can't be unfamiliar with my business."

As Rong Jiuci spoke, the big hands pressing on the shoulders began to descend.

When the man's rough fingertips slipped past, Murong Rong couldn't help but shuddered, she grabbed the man's big hand suddenly, and couldn't help shouting: "Rong Jiuci!"

"Mr. Mu, let go of your grip. How can I prove my business ability if you hold on so tightly?"

The man leaned against her ear, and his low and sexy voice came into her ears gradually, lingering and fiery.

Murong Rong couldn't help shrinking his neck.

She regretted it, she shouldn't have provoked Rong Jiuci by saying such words, and hurriedly begged for mercy: "I... I just said what you said casually, there is no other meaning."

"I don't believe it. Unintentional hearts are sincere. You must be thinking of me when you say that. I can't pretend to be confused."

"I do not……"

The next protest was swallowed up by the man.

It was two hours before she was able to speak.

Murong Rong looked at Rong Jiuci, who was full of life and seemed to want to do it again, and couldn't help saying, "I'm hungry!"

"Okay, I will feed Mr. Mu well."

Rong Jiuci brought over his shirt and put it on for Murong Rong.

He is wearing a black shirt today, and Murong Rong's skin is as white as jade with such a deep black lining.

The neckline was very large, and the shirt that had slipped off revealed the hickey marks on her collarbone and chest. This kind of enchanting charm made the anger in Rong Jiuci's eyes rise again.