Chapter 1211

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

Zelan took Jiang Chan's hand and jumped in place twice, and then broke down her small shoulder: "forget it, mom, you're very tired. You have to raise your father, me and grandma. In the future, let Grandma pick me up, although I don't like her."

Jiang Chan pinched Zelan's pigtail: "I swear, I won't let your grandmother pick you up in the future. How about Zelan following her mother in the future?"

Where does a four-year-old child understand the deep meaning of Jiang Chan's words? She only regarded this as Jiang Chan's guarantee: "I want to be with my mother forever. My mother is the best to me."

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

"I don't like Grandma. Grandma is not good to me. Grandma took all the pocket money my mother gave me. She bought small cakes for Chu Hongle of the sun class and never bought them for me."

"My father never hugged me, didn't laugh when he saw me, and I didn't like staying with my father..."

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

Jiang Chan led Zelan to buy two clothes, and then took her to stay in the hotel. She booked a room here for a month, which is estimated to be enough for her to deal with the problems at hand.

As for the hospital, Jiang Chan has asked for two weeks' leave. The hospital also knew her situation and was happy to approve her leave.

"Mom, don't we go back today?" washed clean and lay on the bed. Zelan's little heart was still a little unreal. She pedaled the quilt and shrank into Jiang Chan'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 and twisted in Jiang Chan's arms.

"Go to bed early. After mom sends you to school tomorrow, mom has something to do. Mom will pick you up in the afternoon. Don't go with her if anyone comes." rubbing the little girl's soft hair, Jiang Chan told her.

She will not deliberately shield Zelan from the outside world. There are some things that children should know or let her know.

"Grandma won't go with her even if she comes to pick her up?" the little girl blinked, a little bit big.

"Yes, if I'm free in the future, I'll pick you up every day. If I'm not free, I'll call you and arrange for trusted people to come." Jiang Chan was determined. She wanted to leave all the song Wenxing family now.

"I like my mother best."

Gently patting the little girl on the back, Jiang Chan pondered over tomorrow's to-do. She brought all the necessary documents when she came out, in addition to a computer.

This was bought by the original owner when he was in college. Many of them are notes and materials sorted out by the original owner, etc. There seems to be something else in my impression? Suddenly thinking of something, Jiang Chan sat down in front of the desk.

After reading all the documents in the computer, Jiang Chan smiled. It seems that she is more confident about what to do tomorrow.

She and Zelan live comfortably in the hotel, but song Wenxing's mother and son are not so comfortable.

They stayed at home until more than nine o'clock, but they didn't see Jiang Chan coming back with her children. No one answered her call all the time. She didn't return the message at all. Even if she wanted to call the police, it didn't take time.

Song's mother scolded: "it's really turned upside down. How dare she not come back? You didn't even want your life for such a woman!"

Song Wenxing was upset and confused: "stop talking and cook first!"

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

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

Around eight fifty, a tall man came in. Jiang Chan glanced quickly. His physique was very strong, his muscles were not exaggerated, and he looked very capable.

"Mr. Chu, right? Hello, I'm Bai Wei. I contacted you yesterday. Please sit down!" nodded to Chu Hanchen, and Jiang Chan motioned him to sit down in the opposite position.

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

Looking at the age of about 30, his face is very gentle and doesn't look very good. I think it's because of the fatigue of life. Look at her hands, very slender and flexible, very eye-catching.

"We shouldn't know each other. What are you looking for?" Chu Hanchen was a direct man. After sitting down, he went straight to the subject. After years of military career, even after he retired from the army, he sat very straight.

Jiang Chan came straight to the point: "I want a divorce. It has something to do with Mr. Chu."

Chu Hanchen playfully recalled the corners of his lips: "we never knew each other. What does your divorce have to do with me? It's not April Fool's day yet. Isn't it appropriate for Ms. Bai to make such a joke?"

Jiang Chan made an invitation gesture: "as for me, the relationship with Mr. Chu is complex. I am the wife of your wife's third party."

Chu Hanchen was not calm now. "What are you talking about? How can my wife sun Miao cheat? We should talk about evidence!"

Jiang Chan was not flustered at all: "I won't come to you without evidence. Your wife sun Miao and my husband song Wenxing were college classmates. They had been in love for some time before."

"Later, they worked in the same hospital. Later, I went to that hospital after graduation. Apparently, your wife has nothing to do with song Wenxing, but in fact, who is right? Mr. Chu didn't expect that he was helping others raise a son for so many years?"

Chu Hanchen's quick eyes: "Lele is my son. As an adult, you have to talk about evidence. Why do you talk so casually?"

"Just because you are still sitting here," Jiang Chan said calmly, "in fact, you also have doubts in your heart. Why is Chu Hongle not like you at all, right?"

"It's no surprise that children are like mothers." Chu Hanchen squeezed his fist and pressed down his doubts.

"Yes, there is no doubt that a son is like a mother, but if he is like other men, is there no doubt?"

Jiang Chan tapped the computer with her fingers, and then pushed it to Chu Hanchen opposite: "meet me, this is song Wenxing, my nominal husband at present."

"Take a closer look at the eyebrows and eyes. Do you look familiar?" next to song Wenxing's photo is Chu Hongle's photo. It's nothing if they are not put together. Once they are put together, the contrast is very strong.

Chu Hanchen made up his mind: "even if Chu Hongle is not my son, 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: "well, I knew this alone could not convince you."