Hidden ex-husband, you are not worthy

Doctor Dou looked at Hua Mo and Song Hanqing who were standing aside, "Young master, young mistress, the old lady misses you and wants to see you."

"it is good."

"it is good."

Hua Mo and Song Hanqing spoke at almost the same time.

The two glanced at each other, followed Dr. Dou into Mrs. Song's ward.

The old lady had come to her senses, and when she saw Hua Mo, she waved warmly to her.

"Momo, come."

Hua Mo hurried over and sat down on the stool beside the bed, "Grandma."

The old lady Song was very optimistic, holding Hua Mo's hand and smiling, "Oh! Look at you, why are your eyes so red?"

"Grandma is fine. I'm already quite old. Didn't the ancients always say that people know their destiny at seventy?"

"I don't have any other wishes now, I just hope that you and Han Qing can have a good life and give me a big fat baby, whether it's a male or a female grandma likes it."

Hua Mo's eyes flickered.

Song Hanqing pursed his thin lips into a straight line and said nothing.

"Grandma." Hua Mo sniffled lightly, "What are you talking about! You will live a long life."

"Is there anything you want to eat? I'll go home and make it for you later."

Mrs. Song looked at Hua Mo with a face full of satisfaction, "You are the one who is caring."

"It's useless to have a grandson." The old lady Song looked at Song Hanqing and complained.

Song Hanqing stretched his long legs, walked over and looked at Mrs. Song and said, "Didn't you have a grandson-in-law to take care of you? My grandson will only be an eyesore here."

"You bastard!" Mrs. Song pretended to be angry, and grabbed Hua Mo to complain, "Look at what this bastard said!"

Song Hanqing hooked his lips, and a slight smile overflowed from the dark red corners of his lips.

Hua Mo also laughed.

The atmosphere in the ward was cheerful.

Take care of Mrs. Song after her rest.

Hua Mo and Song Hanqing boarded the car back to Yunshuiwan, and the two of them didn't speak during the journey.

The two go in.

Song Hanqing went straight to the study without even looking at Hua Mo.

Hua Mo curled her lips and was about to go back to her room.

Just after taking a step, he suddenly thought of something and walked towards the study hesitantly.

Just about to open the door to enter, the door of the study was suddenly opened from the inside, revealing Song Hanqing's sinister face.

Hua Mo lowered his eyes slightly, and caught a glimpse of the "divorce agreement" in his hand.

Seeing that there was no hope of getting it back, Hua Mo had no choice but to explain, "This is my newly signed divorce agreement. I understand that you cannot divorce temporarily because of grandma's illness, but there is no need for the two of us to continue to make mistakes."

"I don't want anything. Please sign the divorce agreement! We can go through the formalities for the time being. Don't worry, I can make an agreement with you that grandma will not know about it."

"Are you in such a hurry to get a divorce?" Song Hanqing's face was cold, his eyes were like a cold knife, "Did you find a next family?"

Hua Mo's heart hurts.

Every time she took the initiative to propose a divorce, her heart hurt like a piece of flesh was cut off.

She loves Song Hanqing!

Where is willing to divorce.

But because he hates her, he can even do things like let her sleep with him, so what is she expecting!

"Yes, I feel suffocated under the same roof as you now." Hua Mo said something against his will.

Song Hanqing threw the divorce agreement in front of her, "Until grandma recovers, don't even think about divorce!"

"Get out!"

Hua Mo felt that his eyes were floating, and his face was hot and painful.

Song Hanqing slammed the study door shut.

Hua Mo's ears were rumbling, and he slowly closed his eyes.

The next day.

Hua Mo still got up early.

She was wearing a pink nightdress and a knitted sweater casually, and ran to the kitchen with a pink fur mop.

Thinking of going to see Mrs. Song as soon as possible.

As soon as he walked into the living room, he suddenly caught a glimpse of the lonely figure sitting on the sofa.

Song Hanqing didn't know when he was sitting on the sofa. He was covering his abdomen with one hand at this moment, and his face was slightly pale. He was slowly holding a cup of coffee in his right hand and was putting it into his mouth.

After all, the two have been together for more than a year, and Hua Mo knows Song Hanqing a little bit, knowing that he probably has an upset stomach at the moment.

I have an upset stomach and drink coffee!

Is really not afraid of death!
Hua Mo complained in his heart, but it seemed as if a hot wheel had been born automatically under his feet, he stepped forward inexplicably, reached out and snatched the coffee from Song Hanqing's hand.

She looked down at Song Hanqing, with imperceptible panic flashing through her eyes, "Grandma said you have a bad stomach, you'd better drink less coffee."

"I ordered porridge last night, let me serve you a bowl."

Hua Mo conveniently poured the coffee into the trash can beside him, and walked quickly to the kitchen before Song Hanqing could speak.

She carefully filled a small bowl of porridge, took it out and handed it to Song Hanqing, "Here."

Song Hanqing looked at her quietly, "Hua Mo, do you think that I won't dare to do anything to you because you have the support of your grandma?"

Hua Mo's face was expressionless, "If you don't eat porridge, you will be cold. Cold porridge hurts your stomach. I just want to get divorced, not widowed."

Song Hanqing:
"You dare to curse me?"

Hua Mo glanced at him, "I'm reminding you."

"I have to pack up and go visit grandma."

After Hua Mo finished speaking, he went upstairs.

After changing into a set of clothes, Xiaomei has already put the porridge in the thermos.

Hua Mo took the thermos from Xiaomei and couldn't help but look around.

Seeing that Song Hanqing was no longer in the living room, and there was a finished porridge bowl on the table, his eyebrows moved slightly, and without thinking about anything, he went out with the thermos.

He just walked out of Yunshuiwan Villa.

A pure black Cayenne suddenly stopped in front of him.

The car window slid down, revealing Song Hanqing's angry face.

Song Hanqing held a cigarette in his left hand, and the smoke reflected his face faintly. He gave Hua Mo a sideways look, his face full of rebellion.

Hua Mo looked at him, and tightened the hand holding the thermos.

"What's up?"

It was the first time Song Hanqing was treated so indifferently by Hua Mo, and he was a little uncomfortable.

Although Hua Mo is not usually very enthusiastic, when facing him, there is still a bit of flattery in his eyes.

But now.
"Get in the car, I'll take you to the hospital."

Song Hanqing took a puff of smoke, and slowly exhaled the smoke. It was obviously the simplest action, but when he did it, he was extremely attractive, exuding an evil aura all over his body.

"No need." Hua Mo refused, "I'll just take a taxi myself."

Song Hanqing raised his hand, revealing millions of wrist watches, glanced at them, and then stared at Hua Mo, "You should know that it's hard to get a taxi here, the driver is busy today, it's already at this point, grandma is still waiting Your porridge, if grandma is hungry, can you take care of it?"

She can't afford it.

She felt sorry for the old lady.

Hua Mo pursed his lips slightly, and looked at Song Hanqing with round eyes, so he walked to the back seat and reached out to open the door.

After opening it twice, I found that the rear door was locked.

She paced forward again.

Seeing that Song Hanqing's face turned black, "Hua Mo, do you think I'm the driver! Get on the co-driver!"