When Song Annuan chased to the first floor of the inpatient department, Mu Sihan had long since disappeared.

Twenty minutes later, Song Annuan came to Han Shaoting's private villa.

The maid led her in, and Han Shaoting stood in the corridor outside the living room and looked at her with a warm smile, "It's here!" ”

"Where's Qiuqiu?" Song An asked coldly.

"I don't want your husband's son to have anything to do, be polite with me." Han Shaoting smiled, but his tone was full of threats.

"Qiuqiu is just a three-year-old child, you hate Mu Sihan, you can go to him, why don't you even let go of a three-year-old child?"

"Father's debt is paid by the son!" Han Shaoting approached and raised his hand to help Song Annuan cut the broken hair on the side of his cheek, but Song Annuan avoided it.

"I'm going to take the ball away." Song Annuan took a step back, wanting to keep a distance from Han Shaoting, but she didn't expect that Han Shaoting's hand had already circled her waist first, and she reflexively wanted to push the other party away.

Han Shaoting's arm was forced, and Song Annuan was hugged into his arms.

"Let Me Go ......"

"If you dare to move, I'll let someone unload one of that child's legs!" Han Shaoting said with a gentle smile, slowly, as if he was saying something sweet.

"What the hell do you want?" Song Annuan's tone was detached and restrained.

"Have a baby for me!" Han Shaoting proposed with a smile, as if he was proposing to his beloved wife.

Even if Song Annuan restrained herself, when she heard his words, she couldn't help but turn cold, "Han Shao, I see that you are not lightly ill." ”

"Yes, I'm not sick, it's lovesickness." Han Shaoting quipped, "If you don't agree to me, I'll let people abolish that little guy." ”

"You dare to hurt Mu Sihan's son, do you think Mu Sihan will let you go?" Song Annuan asked rhetorically.

"What can he do with me?" Han Shaoting smiled disdainfully, "Even if he kills me, his son won't be better, he still has to go to prison, and his life will be ruined." ”

Song Annuan didn't know what to say anymore, she didn't know what grievances between Han Shaoting and Mu Sihan made him die with Mu Sihan.

"Since that's the case, then I don't have anything to say, let go and let me go!"

Han Shaoting didn't let go of her, "Since everyone is here, don't think about leaving so easily." ”

"What do you want?"

"If you dare to go, I will immediately let people abolish that child!"

"You're ridiculous!" Song Annuan looked at Han Shaoting coldly, "That's Mu Sihan's son, it's not mine, you can do it!" Let go of my ......"

Han Shaoting used his strength and hugged Song Annuan's body tightly into his arms, "If Mu Sihan knew that you told me about him having an illegitimate child, how do you say he would deal with the little pudding?" ”

Song Annuan was stunned and said, "At that time, I will say that Little Pudding is his biological daughter." ”

"Then you'll never see that child again in your life."

"Why are you doing that?" Song Annuan really couldn't understand why he had a grudge with Mu Sihan, why he wanted to pull her.

"You'd love to know why?" Han Shaoting suddenly became mysterious, close to Song Annuan's ear, "It's because ......"

Song Annuan subconsciously stepped back, and when she heard Han Shaoting talking in her ear, she didn't hide anymore.

"Because ......" Han Shaoting saw Mu Sihan who came in with the maid out of the corner of his eye, a sly smile flashed at the corner of his lips, and he hugged Song Annuan and put his face into her neck, "Thank you for telling this, after the matter is completed, I will definitely marry you in style......"

Song Annuan hurriedly pushed him away, "You ......"

"Young master, Mu Shao is here." The servant said respectfully.

Song Annuan subconsciously turned her face and saw Mu Sihan looking at her expressionlessly, and her deep black eyes overflowed with a highly poisonous and fiery chill, which made people shudder.