In other words, her role as a mother adapts quite quickly.

Zelan dragged Jiang Chan's hand and jumped on the spot twice, and then collapsed his little shoulders: "Forget it, Mom, you are very tired from work, you have to support Dad, me and Grandma, let Grandma pick me up in the future, although I don't like her." ”

Jiang Chan pinched Zelan's pigtails: "I swear, I won't let your grandma pick you up in the future, how about Zelan follow her mother in the future?"

How can a four-year-old child understand the deep meaning of Jiang Chan's words? She only thinks that this is Jiang Chan's guarantee: "I want to be with my mother forever, and my mother is the best for me." ”

Jiang Chan took Zelan's little hand: "Don't you like dad and grandma?"

"I don't like grandma, grandma treats me badly, the pocket money my mother gave me was taken away by my grandmother, she bought small cakes for Chu Hongle in the sun class, and never bought them for me. ”

"Dad never hugged me, didn't smile when he saw me, and I didn't like to stay with my dad ......"

The sound of the child's milk in the sunset is getting smaller and smaller, and the figure in the afterglow is getting farther and farther away.

Jiang Chan led Zelan to buy two outfits, and then took her to stay in the hotel, she booked a room here for a month, and it is estimated that one month is enough for her to deal with the problem in front of her.

As for the hospital, Jiang Chan has taken two weeks off. The hospital also knew about her situation, and it was very happy to approve the leave.

"Mom, aren't we going back today?" washed up and lay down on the bed, Zelan's little heart was still a little unreal. She kicked the quilt and shrunk into Jiang Cicada's arms.

Holding the soft and fragrant little girl, Jiang Chan looked at the ceiling: "If you don't go back, you won't go back there in the future." ”

"Great!" Zelan cheered, twisting in Jiang Cicada's arms.

"Go to bed early, tomorrow after your mother sends you to school, your mother has something to do, and your mother will pick you up in the afternoon, and you don't have to go with her when anyone comes." Rubbing the little girl's soft hair, Jiang Chan told her.

She doesn't deliberately shield Zeeland from the outside world, and there are some things that should be known to the child.

"Won't grandma come with her when she comes to pick her up?" the little girl blinked, a little bit of a ghost.

"Yes, in the future, if you are free, I will pick you up every day, and if you are not available, I will also call you and arrange for someone you trust to come over. Jiang Chan was categorical, she couldn't wait to leave Song Wenxing's family behind now.

"I like my mom the most. ”

Gently patting the little girl's back, Jiang Chan pondered tomorrow's to-do list. She came out with all the necessary documents, in addition to a computer.

This was bought by the original owner when he was in college, and many of them are notes and materials compiled by the original owner. Suddenly thinking of something, Jiang Chan sat down at the desk lightly.

After reading all the files on the computer, Jiang Chan chuckled, it seems that he is more sure of what he will do tomorrow.

She and Zelan were comfortable in the hotel, but Song Wenxing's mother and son were not so comfortable.

The two waited at home until after nine o'clock, but they didn't see Jiang Chan come back with the child. No one answered her phone, she didn't reply to the message at all, and even if she wanted to call the police, it didn't take time.

Mother Song scolded and scolded: "It's really upside down, she still dares not to come back? You didn't even want your life for such a woman!"

Song Wenxing was upset when he heard this: "Don't say it, go cook first!"

The next day, after Jiang Chan watched Zelan go to kindergarten, she took a taxi to the place she had made an appointment with someone last night.

followed the waiter to the private room of the tea room and sat down, Jiang Chan turned on the computer and waited for Chu Hanchen's arrival.

At about 8:50, a tall man walked in. Jiang Chan glanced at it quickly, his physique was very strong, his muscles were not exaggerated, and he looked very capable.

"Hello, Mr. Chu, I'm Bai Wei, I contacted you yesterday, please take a seat!" Facing Chu Hanchen, Jiang Chan motioned for him to sit down in the opposite position.

Not only Jiang Chan was looking at Chu Hanchen, but Chu Hanchen was also looking at Jiang Chan after he came in.

Looking at the age of about thirty years old, his face is very gentle, and his complexion is not very good, thinking that it is because of the tiring life of life. Looking at her hands again, they are very slender and flexible, which is very eye-catching.

"We shouldn't know each other, what are you looking for me?" Chu Hanchen was a direct person, and after sitting down, he went straight to the point. After many years of military career, even after he was discharged from the army, he sat very straight.

Jiang Chan got straight to the point: "I want to divorce, this matter has something to do with Mr. Chu." ”

Chu Hanchen playfully hooked the corners of his lips: "We don't know each other, what does your divorce have to do with me? April Fool's Day hasn't arrived yet, it's not appropriate for Ms. Bai to make such a joke, right?"

Jiang Chan made a gesture of please: "As for me, the relationship with Mr. Chu is complicated, I am the wife of your wife's third party." ”

Chu Hanchen was not calm now, "What nonsense are you talking about? How could my wife Sun Miao cheat?

Jiang Chan didn't panic at all: "Without evidence, I won't come to you." Your wife, Sun Miao, and my husband Song Wenxing are college classmates, and the two have been in love for a while before. ”

"Then they went to work in the same hospital, and later I went to that hospital after I graduated. On the surface, your wife has nothing to do with Song Wenxing, but in fact, who can say for sure? Mr. Chu never thought that he had been helping others raise their sons for so many years, right?"

Chu Hanchen looked anxiously: "Lele is my son, you are an adult who wants to talk about evidence, why are you so open-mouthed?"

"Just because you're still sitting here," Jiang Chan was very calm: "Actually, you also have doubts in your heart, why Chu Hongle is not like you at all, right?"

"It's not surprising that children are like mothers. Chu Hanchen clenched his fists and forcibly suppressed the doubts rising in his heart.

"Yes, there is no doubt that the son is like his mother, but if he is like another man, isn't there any doubt?"

Jiang Chan's fingers tapped on the computer a few times, and then pushed it to Chu Hanchen on the other side: "Get to know, this is Song Wenxing, my current nominal husband." ”

"Take a closer look at these eyebrows, isn't it familiar?" Next to Song Wenxing's photo is a photo of Chu Hongle, it's nothing if it's not put together, but when it is put together, the contrast is very strong.

Chu Hanchen froze: "Even if Chu Hongle is not my son, but he grew up under my nose, no matter what others say, he is my son, what's the use of saying this?"

Jiang Chan applauded: "Okay, I know that this alone can't convince you." ”