Marriage status: Ex-husband, please respect yourself

Chapter 511 Is Really More Deserving of You

Song Ran still prefers the feeling of sitting at the back, low-key and in control of everything.

But her low-key self-esteem is sometimes unsatisfactory.

Because on such occasions, strangers often strike up a conversation, on the one hand because of her own attractiveness, and on the other hand because of the charm bonus brought about by her family background.

So she dealt with a lot, and relatively created her current aloof aura that rejects people thousands of miles away. Usually, within a few words, the face of the visitor turns red and she leaves in disgrace.

Therefore, when she looked at the man who was striding towards this side with two glasses of champagne from the drinking area next door, she already had a vague judgment in her heart.

"Shan Rao." Approaching and standing in front of her, Shan Rao handed out a glass of wine in his hand, and nodded politely and gentlemanly.

Song Ran was silent for a while, staring at his well-tailored high-end suit, "The etiquette is very thorough, have you ever stayed in the West?"

Shan Rao was a little surprised, then he smiled and nodded, "Eight years."

Compared to those men who would be too flustered to speak incoherently, or who were too eager to express themselves, Song Ran was silently relieved by the calm man in front of him.

She took the champagne, but she didn't intend to drink it.

"You are dressed very beautifully today." The man slightly raised his cup, a little bluntly flattering.

And the woman's simple and arrogant "I know" made him laugh out loud.

Half a minute later, Song Ran got up, handed back the untouched cup to the man, and gestured politely and apologetically: "Sir, I probably understand why you came here, and I remind you that effective judgment and timely Stop loss is also the basic business ability of a businessman."

This time, Song Ran didn't say the rejection too bluntly, but it was enough to feel annoyed after the man figured it out thoroughly.However, before this semi-Westernized man understood her words thoroughly, she had already taken steps following the figure she had caught her eyes on.

For a long time, Shan Rao stared at the vacant seat in front of him, and smiled with his lips curled up in a daze.

The small space was filled with the light and unique scent of the woman's perfume, and he suddenly lowered his eyes to stare at the champagne glass in his hand, feeling an unprecedented emotional experience rising to the apex of his heart.

While wandering in such a state of mind that cannot be expressed in words, a familiar and dull voice suddenly rang out, "Master."

He regained his composure, stared at the panting man in front of him with some dissatisfaction, poured down his own glass of wine, and asked, "What's wrong?"

The man giggled twice, his expression a bit wretched.

Shan Rao looked at him suspiciously, the emotion in his eyes gradually changed from resistance to disgust, and he raised his foot to avoid it.

"Young master, don't go away..." The man caught up with his feet in a hurry, "Master, do you know that the master of the Song family in Jingdu is also the honorary representative of this charity gala, what kind of friendship does he have with our master?"

Hearing this, Shan Rao paused in his hurried steps and turned his head, "What kind of friendship?"

The man blinked and thought for a while, he couldn't remember the content of the conversation on the phone just now, but he remembered very clearly the excited and worried tone of his old man.

After a pause, he only uttered a sentence, "I don't know, anyway, there is friendship, and this matter is left to the master."

"Bao?" Shan Rao's deep eyes lit up, and he grabbed the other party's collar with one hand, a little indignantly, "Did you call to report again?"

The man felt aggrieved, and managed to break free. He didn't dare to look up at the expression on his young master's face, so he retorted: "It's a good thing anyway, isn't it?"

It was a good thing for him to finally clear up the suspicion between himself and the young master.

Seeing that Shan Rao stopped talking, as if he was thinking about something carefully, he also breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly stared at the glass of champagne, smiled and reached out to snatch it, "Did the young master prepare it for me, thank you?" !"

Before someone reached out to stop him, he had already drank it clean with his head raised.

The result of such an impulsive and reckless action can only be aggrieved by the indifferent young master in front of him announcing that one month's bonus will be deducted.

After a brief aphasia, he stared at the empty wine glass in his hand, thinking to himself what a pity that he drank too hastily just now, and he didn't taste this expensive glass of wine that Miss Song personally held.

He was aggrieved and handed over the cup, "Master, can this be used as money?"

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Next door to the auction venue is the banquet hall for free activities. After Song Ran left the venue, he drank a small glass of red wine in the banquet hall and followed the figure into the bathroom.

She deliberately waited for a while, so when Qi Feng came out of the bathroom and was washing his hands at the sink, she just lifted her foot to go in.The two looked at each other through the glass mirror inadvertently, Song Ran's expression was always cold, but Qi Feng, who was caught off guard by everything, had a flash of panic in his eyes.

With a sound of "Zi La", the splash of water splashed all over her body, she hurriedly avoided her gaze, took out a piece of paper from the side and wiped it carelessly, then walked away in a daze.

Not long after, Song Ran came out of the bathroom again, glanced at the figure from the corner of her eye, and smiled slightly.

When he was about to lift his foot to leave again, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a white diamond-encrusted wristwatch by the sink. After a closer look, he suppressed the desire to catch up.

When Qi Feng hurriedly found it again, she was standing in front of the bar closest to the passage, with a beautiful plate containing some fruits in front of her.

"Miss Qi." She casually stopped the hurrying footsteps of the visitor.

Hearing Song Ran's voice, Qi Feng's body stiffened instinctively, and he turned his head to look in that direction, with uncontrollable panic in his eyes, and he didn't know whether to leave or stay for a while.

And Song Ran curled up her lips with a faint smile, turned around slightly until she met her gaze, and then lit up the thing in her hand, "Are you looking for this?"

After being silent for a while, and staring at the watch in her hand again, Qi Feng let out a long breath of air, and walked over anyway, "Thank you, Miss Song."

When the voice fell, he reached out to pick it up.

Song Ran put down her slightly raised arm, didn't say much, just supported the other's wrist, and with gentle and slow movements, put the watch back on for her.

After staring at those slightly sensual arms, he lost his mind for a moment, "This watch is indeed more suitable for you."

She laughed, and there were other deep meanings in her words, but she expected that Qi Feng might not be able to understand them.

The man who gave this watch is indeed more worthy of her.

Qi Feng withdrew his hand in a panic, because he couldn't figure out what the other party was thinking, so he looked even more at a loss. He raised his eyes and looked around, but he couldn't find Shang Rui.

"He comes here and spends most of his time socializing. Even if you see him, you can't disturb him easily." Song Ran was careless, and tapped the red palm with the other fingertip on the bar table. The wall of the wine glass.

"Miss Song..." Before Song Ran's lazy, indifferent but inexplicably oppressive aura swallowed up all her remaining calmness and reason, Qi Feng quickly withdrew his arm, and The visitor distanced himself.

She raised her chin, "I'm curious, you obviously hate me, why are you still talking to me like this? Why can you endure not to trouble me? You don't want a divorce, it proves that you still love Shangrui, doesn't it? "

Looking at the face that was gradually turning crimson, Song Ran was stunned for a second, and then smiled inwardly, but her face was still calm.

"I don't particularly dislike you, and you're not worth my extra effort to deal with. I'm just here to advise you, since you chose to socialize in the upper class, don't think of people as innocent as you were when you were a student, and be careful ,It's good for you."

The meaning in the words was still ambiguous. While Qi Feng was still contemplating, Song Ran's body had already left the bar, passed the woman in front of her, and went straight to the venue next to her.

When the two bodies rubbed shoulders, a cold snort of contempt suddenly sounded in Qi Feng's ears, "I don't want to divorce, did he tell you?"

When she turned around with trembling eyes, the person had already lifted her foot and left. Only the bright golden light and shadow floated with the crowd and gradually disappeared in front of her eyes.

It took her a lot of effort to calm down. Listening to the warm-up music coming from the venue, when she was about to take a step, she suddenly felt a steady force coming from her waist. She turned her head in a panic, and was facing Shang Rui. A pair of calm eyes.

"What's wrong with you?" He asked in a low voice.

Qi Feng shook his head, clasped his arm with one hand, and motioned slightly towards the venue, "I'm fine, let's go."

(End of this chapter)