Marriage status: Ex-husband, please respect yourself

Chapter 565 I will go with you

As the clock ticked past zero, there were fewer and fewer vehicles on the street. Along the way, except for the light of the street lamps, the area belonging to commercial activities was basically a shadowy shadow, which seemed silent and deserted.

Song Ran leaned on the back of the passenger seat, rested with her eyes closed, and her throat moved a few times during this period, because her stomach was so hungry that she felt nauseated when the car bumped again.

Mu Ming drove, looked around twice, then turned around and asked the woman beside him, "Now all the restaurants are closed except for the small stalls in the night market, why don't I take you home, and you call the aunt at home to prepare first?" Waiting for something to eat?"

He originally wanted to invite Song Ran to his apartment. His cooking skills are good, and it's not bad to entertain her with a meal, but after thinking about it, after all, it's late at night, so it's not appropriate to go in and out like this.

Song Ran didn't figure out his worries, but when she heard that she was going back to Song's house, she waved her hands slightly and rejected the proposal, "Just go to the nearby night market and eat some noodles."

Song's residence is still half an hour away by car. Song Ran knows her current state, and if she doesn't eat anything, the acid water in her stomach may be uncontrollable at any time.

Besides, she didn't plan to go back to Song's house today, she had to go back to the company after eating, and after taking a nap, there were still many things waiting for her to do.

She is not flustered, but it does not mean she has nothing to do.

Mu Ming hesitated after hearing her words, but still turned the steering wheel and headed towards the night market.

Within a 10-minute drive, the two got off at a nearby crowded parking area, then walked to the nearest noodle shop at the intersection and ordered two bowls of noodles.

The stalls in the night market are poor in terms of sanitation after all. Mu Ming looked back and forth, found a fairly clean square table, and was about to wipe it back and forth with a paper towel, when Song Ran beside him sat down with long legs down.

"Leave after eating, it's not that particular."

Her lips were pale, she looked weak, and her voice was tearing.

Mu Ming paused for a moment when he bent over, then smiled, put the tissue aside, and sat down calmly across from him, "I thought you wouldn't be used to it here."

In his impression, the senior in college was aloof and aloof, and had a serious obsession with cleanliness.

"Why aren't you used to it?" Song Ran pulled out a pair of chopsticks from the side, and glanced in the direction of the boss with a paralyzed face, "I'm not a pampered young lady, and I'm always served three meals a day, so it's impossible to waste a few hours every day , Go to those high-end restaurants for a few meals.”

She has also suffered a lot, but because of this status, everyone will naturally think that it is just her fate and the right birth.

Even Shang Rui has always thought so.

Mu Ming was convinced by Song Ran's simple explanation, but he still laughed when he remembered what happened in college, "I remember when you first entered college, you were a teacher's assistant, and at the end of the semester, you took our paper assignments instead of him, and one of the girls' assignments If it was crumpled and crumpled, you immediately sent it back, saying that the paper was not clean.”

At that time, he and Song Ran didn't know each other, and it was also because of this incident that for the first time, he really felt what kind of person Song Meimei, who was praised and criticized by the group of people, was.

To be honest, I didn't have a good impression of her when I saw her holding other students' homework and leaving arrogantly.

Song Ran frowned, as if she was thinking, but she had no memory of the past that Mu Ming mentioned.

"Really?" She hooked her pale lips, "I don't remember."

Thinking about the past, the brows that were originally furrowed unconsciously stretched a little. At this moment, the boss with a paralyzed face came over, and she took it with her hand, and listened to him continue.

"Later, the girl handed the thesis directly to the teacher. After a while, she received a punishment for plagiarism." Mu Ming's noodles were also served. He picked up a handful with chopsticks, but the other party was quiet. She looked like she was eating, but she put it down again unconsciously, and looked at her with fixed eyebrows, "It was only later that I found out that this is what you meant when you said her papers were not clean."

After Muming's reminder, Song Ran also had a vague impression, but at that time she was already preparing for her graduation, and her family's business work had already begun to take over, so she didn't spend much time in school, so she didn't pay attention to these things anymore. .

"I have also studied your subject, and have read both large and small papers at home and abroad. The beginning of her paper is plagiarism, and she should be punished."

At that time, she had already reminded her from the side, but the other party thought that she was deliberately finding fault, or handed in the homework intact, and the final result did not deserve half a sympathy from others.

She, Song Ran, likes to leave some leeway when doing things, but if the leeway left is also violated, then the other party should be prepared to bear the final result in advance.

Thinking of this, she took another bite of the noodles, and the spicy taste mixed in the soup rolled into her throat, causing her to cough twice, and her face quickly turned red.

Mu Ming noticed it, and turned around to see the cloudy barley tea in the transparent teapot next to him. After thinking about it, he got up and went to the vending machine not far away, "I'll buy you some water."

The man got up, raised his feet and walked away, while Song Ran adjusted his breathing slightly, and when he was sitting quietly, he suddenly felt two figures approaching.

Slanting eyes looking over, I saw two bums with flower tattoos on their arms, sleeves rolled up to their shoulders on purpose, and walking with a swaying step.

One of them was still carrying a baseball bat on his shoulder, deliberately tilted his fluffy head, and looked at the woman in front of him, "Beauty, how about having supper with your boyfriend?"

After saying that, he frowned, and freed a hand to touch his chin, "What's the point of eating only noodles? Why don't you come with me, brothers will take you there, eat whatever you want."

Song Ran was sitting there, and saw a group of stumbling young people standing behind the two gangsters.

She probably understood something, her eyes gradually narrowed, she looked over the group of people, and looked at the man who had just stood in front of the vending machine, who was unaware of all this.

Then slowly raised his thin lips, a sharp cold light flashed in his eyes, he raised his eyes and looked straight at the leader of the gangster, "I found the right time, maybe I have been staring at the side for a long time, right? Who hired you?" Come here, did you check clearly before you do it, what will happen to you if you offend the Song family?"

The strong aura of the woman in front of him made the two aggressive men startled one after another. After looking at each other, the little gangster carrying the baseball bat weighed the stick back and forth in his hands twice, and then looked sternly. smile.

"What Song's family? I don't understand what you're talking about. The young master just fell in love with you and wanted to flirt with you. If you get caught, you'll just go in and squat for two months. It doesn't matter."

After finishing speaking, she gave a quick look to the person behind her, and someone rolled up her sleeve and pulled her arm.

"Have a meal with Brother Kun, I won't do anything to you, don't worry..."

Song Ran dodged sideways, and the little bastard ran away, already a little unhappy, and took two steps forward, while persuading him maliciously.

The aunt who was scooping up noodles saw it and quickly threw the bowl in her hand to persuade her, but she was knocked to the ground by a gangster who was closest to her.

She lowered her eyes, saw the middle-aged woman lying on the ground and screaming, then bent down to help her up, got up unhurriedly, and looked at the gangster coldly, "I'll go with you."

This group of people couldn't help being surprised by those words, especially the little bastard who was weighing the baseball bat, rubbing his chin at this moment, and really became interested in the woman in front of him.

"It's interesting." He smiled, pushed the little followers behind him, and made way with them, "Then let's go."

Song Ran held her breath and stepped forward. Just as she was thinking about how to deal with it, she fixed her eyes on the man who had just flashed by and walked up to him in two or three steps.

With a generous stature, he put his hands in the pockets of his trousers, blocked her way with his body, and looked over with a slightly naughty smile in his lowered eyes.

"Mr. Shan?"

She was a little surprised, but she was inexplicably settled.

(End of this chapter)