The Seven Days Of Contractual Marriage
Chapter 39 Whose Child?

"If you want to send chocolates to uncle, you can tell Mom, how can you sneak yourself?" MuRan hugged him bitterly. No matter how angry he was, he disappeared without a trace. However, the person shrouded in confusion had been looking for him for over two hours, and now there were shudders of fear. "Sorry, Mom. I know my source is wrong. I won't do it next time."

"How dare you have next time?" Mu Ran nodded his little head dejectedly and brought it to Bai Ze. "Bai Ze, take him out first and wait for me outside for a moment."

"What do you want to do?"

Bai Ze asked and looked towards Luo Yufeng. "All right, I'll be waiting for you outside. You don't have to worry. Call me if you need anything."

In fact, he was too nervous. Was he worried about what Luo Yufeng would do under the public event?

Su Muran smiled and shook her head.

When Bai Ze brought Hao Yuan to the door, he suddenly turned around and shouted at Luo Yufeng, "Uncle, don't forget!" He pointed at the phone in his hand.

Luo Yufeng nodded at him expressionlessly before she left.

Is there a secret between the two of them?

Mu Ran's expression became even worse. When his son left, he faced Luo Yufeng and slowly walked towards her ...

"Mr Luo, I don't want to talk. Let's get straight to the point. Hope you are far from the source. He's still a kid and doesn't know anything."

"How's what?"

Originally, Luo Yufeng's expression was ugly, but when she said this, her expression became even worse. He was too lazy to keep talking to her, so he got up and left.

"Mr Luo!"

In a hurry, Mu Ran pulled him back. "Give me five minutes, okay?"

From the time they met until now, both of them were equally drawn swords and bent bows or rivalries. This was the first time he had faced her with such a humble tone.

Luo Yufeng was stunned and her eyes were fixed on the arm she was holding.

"CEO Luo, no matter what kind of outcome you want, you have achieved it, right?" You forced everyone in the Qiao family into a dead end, but I can't give up? No matter how you treat me, I can't accept it? The source is just a child. Can you stay away from him?

"..."

He was really worried, but he couldn't hear the answer for a long time. He followed his line of sight and realized that he was still holding his hand, so he hurriedly let go.

“Do you think I'm that kind of person? Can she be cruel to a little kid?” Did he treat her like this?

Otherwise, why would it be difficult for the innocent Qiao family?

Mu Ran wanted to say that but he did not dare to say it. He was afraid that he would anger her again and bring the consequences out of control to everyone.

He still wanted to say something, but seeing his indifference, he suddenly had the illusion that the more he valued the person, the more damaging he was.

What's the point of talking to him like this? "Forget it…"

He smiled bitterly. "I'm sorry I wasted your time..."

How stupid! Why did he say this to her? If he was willing to let her go once, why would he be lowered to this level?

He shook his head in a daze. In the end, he did not say anything more and turned to leave the company.

"Source, why are you looking for that uncle today?"

When they returned to the Qiao residence, Mu Ran brought his son to the room to ask.

"Because the source source wanted to send the chocolate to uncle," whispered Su Haoyuan.

"Can you tell Mommy, how do you know the uncle's company address?" Muyan felt it was strange for his son to run to the Ling Yun Corporation.

"The source asked aunty tan yes, aunty told me the address, then I called 114, asked the bus route, and took the bus."

Facing this extremely precocious and intelligent child, Su Muran really did not know what to say.

Su Haoyuan fell silent for a while before finally asking, "Mom, do you think the source of the source will definitely recognize Papa when he sees her?"

So, he's gonna find his dad today, right?

Uncle, your eyes look like the source…

That young voice sounded again in Luo Yufeng's ears.

A trace of doubt appeared in his heart. He hadn't investigated anything about himself in years. Is he wrong? He thought about it and finally called his assistant. "Xiao Li, help me check all the information about Su Haoyuan. Hurry along!"

In less than two hours, Xiao Li sent him an email:

Six-year-old Su Haoyuan was born at City T Central Hospital on October 10.

……

He and Su Muran were married at the end of Yuan Moon, but this child was born in early October?

He kept looking down.

In the mother child column, there was the name Su Muran, while the father-column

Father unknown?

Logically speaking, the Su family was a big family, so how could Su Muran's father allow his daughter to have illegitimate children?

And why didn't Lin Jiangchen want their mother and son?

Who is this kid?

One after another, these questions suddenly popped into Luo Yufeng's mind like questions.

He could not help but look at the clock on the wall. It's seventeen. Should he come? ! !

……

Su Muran could not bring along her son, so she had to leave her son in the Qiao family. After all, he had been raised by Father Qiao and Mother Qiao since he was young. The time he spent with them was no less than when he was with his mother.

In the Qiao family, he would feel the most comfortable. If he did, it would be the place where he was most familiar with the source.

So at eight o'clock, Su Muran appeared outside Luo Yufeng's apartment in time. No matter what he was going to face in the next seven days, he came with a 'look down on death' mentality.'

"M..."

He had just knocked on the door when he had yet to pull his hand when the door in front of him suddenly opened. Before he could react, he was already drawn by a powerful force …

don'tdon't…

His kiss was intense and crazy. He felt his body trapped between his body and the wall, and he couldn't stand it ...

"Say, whose child is the source?" He let go, but only released his lips. His eyes looked at the girl in an instant. Who did that kid come from?

It was already the sunset outside the window, and the night gradually enveloped him. He did not even turn on the lights and there was no light in the spacious living room.

In the darkness, he stared deeply at the pair of deep and deep eyes and said with each word, "Who do you think he is?"

"I didn't touch you before marriage. He can't be mine, can he?"

"..."

Since he was so sure, why did he ask her again?

"Speak!" He pinched his shoulder and ordered.

He lowered his head and smiled sadly. In a soft voice, he said, "If you don't think so, then it's not that!"

If you don't think so, then no!

What kind of answer is this?

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