Marriage status: Ex-husband, please respect yourself

Chapter 575 I Will Go

Song Ran's affairs in the capital slowly settled down, because most of the cooperation projects were forced to be suspended. During this period, the most important work in the group was to deal with the upcoming tax and audit checks, and she was actually idle because of this.

In addition to the basic eight hours of working time every day, there is no need to work extra overtime.

Even occasionally, she would be lazy and stay with the two little guys in the house. The assistant packed up the get off work and brought it over when she was about to leave work.

After two days like this, she began to ask her father, "If I can't make Mrs. Song as good as you were when you were young, will you blame me?"

At that time, Mr. Song was grabbing two pink dolls and raising them above his head, cheerfully teasing the two little grandchildren in the stroller. Hearing this, he didn't even raise his head for a while, and asked Song Ran, "In your eyes? , what is excellence?"

Song Ran put one hand on the edge of the cart, with her five fingers hanging down. When she was thinking, she felt a warm force wrapped around her index finger. She looked down and saw her daughter was being teased and laughing. He also shook the hand that was holding her.

She stared at the little guy's pink face, and lost her mind in an instant.

At this time, my father's voice sounded in my ears again, "You can be an excellent leader or an excellent mother. The specific positioning and choice depends on you. I don't ask Mrs. Song to do it in your hands." To what extent, but I only hope that when you get old and look back on this life, you can feel like me that this life was not in vain.”

When outsiders look at Mr. Song, especially those who have seen his demeanor when he was young, they always think that he is a decisive businessman. The shrewdness and wisdom of a man are always hidden under the calm appearance. As time goes by, people who really understand him Just less and less.

After the old man finished speaking, he squinted his eyes and asked the two little guys, "Is what grandpa said right?"

The little guy couldn't understand, but he smiled face-to-face.

Song Ran roughly understood the meaning of his father's words, and pursed her lips lightly, "Don't worry, I understand."

Seeing his daughter getting up to leave, Song's father also slowly suppressed his smile, got up, pushed the baby carriage to the side from the living room, and told her: "Come with me."

The two came to the study room one after the other. Father Song pushed the stroller to the floor-to-ceiling windows, letting the two little ones bask in the sun, and pouted at the desk, "In two days, Mr. Shan will celebrate his birthday, you can go for me." one trip."

After finishing speaking, he bent down again, pointed to the row of irises outside the window, and asked with a kind smile on his face, "This is what grandma planted, do you like it?"

Song Ran stopped by the desk, and first glanced back at the position in front of the window.

At this time, the afternoon sun came in through the window, and a warm golden sun shone on the old man's slightly thin back, clearly illuminating his outline.

In Song Ran's memory, it seemed that he had never seen his father so unscrupulous.

How to describe it, she thought about it for a second, probably because her smile was a little too superficial, with a flattering look on her face, which did not fit the aura and majesty that Mr. Song should have.

But in a blink of an eye, I looked at the two little guys who were lying in the car with their hands up and waving their teeth and claws, and felt that the harmony of this scene was a bit false.

She sank her eyes, restrained her thoughts, and took two steps forward. She stopped right in front of the desk and saw the red invitation card sandwiched between two books.

Pulled it out to take a look, then gently closed it again, raised his eyes and expressed his attitude: "I don't want to go, if you don't want to go either, I'll ask Xiao Han to prepare a generous gift to send over, just saying that you are not feeling well, Can't get on the plane."

The old man didn't seem surprised by his daughter's attitude. He bent over with a smile on his face, and looked at the two little guys as if he couldn't get enough of them.

Hearing the words, he ordered another lightly: "You have to go."

Song Ran stared at the huge word "Dan" on the cover of the invitation, and then she became more determined. She put the invitation aside, turned her head and leaned against the desk, her eyes fell lightly on her father.

"The youngest son of the Shan family, you should be able to see what he has in mind. I don't think it is necessary to meet." She paused, and her eyes tightened a little, "I advise you not to have that kind of thing." thought."

After hearing this, the old man finally straightened his back, turned his head and looked at Song Ran, with a faint smile still on the corner of his mouth, "I don't care about that, you decide your own life, I don't care put one's oar in."

He frowned and pondered for a while, and thought of Shang Rui uncontrollably in his mind, but then he restrained the words.

"That kid Shan Rao still has a lot of qualities, you don't know yet." He picked Shan Rao as the topic, then paused, his expression became a little more serious, "I'll let you go this time, and there are other s reason."

"what reason?"

Song Ran didn't always believe it, and looked at her father suspiciously.

And the old man raised his eyebrows slightly, and smiled, "Do you think your old father will keep his ears shut after he really retires at home? That kid Shang Rui hired Smith as a backer, and the meaning behind it must be to plan To develop business in the UK, if he stays here in Kyoto for a long time, he won't get any benefits..."

As Father Song said, Song Ran nodded along, and at the same time frowned slightly and asked, "What does that have to do with the Shan family?"

"Where was Shan Rao before he returned to China?"

After such a mention, she suddenly understood what was going on, her eyes flashed, and she responded with two words, "Britain."

The old man put on a meaningful smile and waved his hand gently in her direction, "There are some things that you can't avoid if you want to, why don't you go and see for yourself, maybe you can get something unexpected .”

After he finished speaking, he bent down to tease the child again, shaking the rattle in his hand, and the sound of "dong dong" echoed with the crisp laughter of the two little guys, stirring in the space.

Song Ran remained silent, and retreated out of the study first. At this time, the servant at home just entered the door and led her assistant towards this side.

The assistant held some documents to be signed and reviewed in his hands, and walked in a hurry.

Seeing this, Song Ran glanced at the stairs next to her, and then led her up to the second floor.

In the study room on the second floor, the assistant spread out a pile of documents one by one in front of Song Ran, and after the basic work report was completed, he took out the last document from his arms.

Song Ran sat at the desk, staring at the information in front of her, and unconsciously frowned.

The assistant sniffed and pointed to one of the photos that was not very clear, "This Mrs. Smith, the information has been confirmed. She is the eldest lady of the Yan family in Nancheng."

"The Yan family?"

After a pause in her thoughts, she seemed to have a little impression of the Yan family.

The assistant nodded, and bent down to turn over the information. Song Ran listened to her while flipping through the content of the information, and finally fixed her eyes on Miss Yan's personal resume.

In the early years, she went to university and graduate school in Shanghai, with good academic qualifications and work experience. Later, she was transferred to the UK. Within two years, she became a British business tycoon and the second wife of Mr. Smith.

After contemplating for a while, she waved her hand, "I see, you can go out."

When the people left, she stepped on the stairs and went into the study downstairs. She opened the door and looked at the old man who was still playing with the children happily. I'll be there."

(End of this chapter)