Marriage status: Ex-husband, please respect yourself

Chapter 585

Sure enough, when the man reappeared, he had already changed into a white shirt and trousers, his hair was combed meticulously, and when he got closer to smell it, he could even smell the faint scent of men's perfume.

When he came down the stairs with an upright face, the single mother had an unbelievable expression. She raised her eyebrows and looked her son up and down, then turned her head and asked Shi Ran, "What is he doing?" What's going on?"

Yan Hao, who was standing not far away, felt that he had finally seized the opportunity to clarify his innocence, so he rushed forward to explain: "Our young master and this Miss Song... have a good relationship."

He didn't dare to speak too clearly, for fear of being settled by his young master Qiuhou.

But it is impossible for the old man not to understand the deep meaning of these words, his interest in Miss Song in his heart suddenly increased by 180 times, and he hurriedly went out to meet her.

As soon as he turned around, he saw that someone had followed behind his old man and stepped in.

Song Ran is impeccable in terms of appearance and temperament. Although she has no intention of catering to anyone's preferences, it is impossible for the old man not to like her when he sees her.

After Shan's mother saw someone enter the door, she was invited by Mr. Shan to go to the sofa in the living room. She just wanted to raise her heels to say hello, but saw that the other party had already looked over, and then took the initiative to approach and nodded slightly, then said with a smile: "Aunt Shan , my mother asked me to ask how you are doing."

"Okay, okay." The single mother smiled until her eyes narrowed into two slits, nodded again and again and asked, "Are your parents okay?"

"Very good." With a warm smile on Song Ran's face, she paused and said frankly, "My mother still remembers the white fungus porridge you cooked back then, and always said that Uncle Shan is a good food."

Naturally, there was a hint of politeness in the words, but the two old people were happy in their own way after hearing it.

After saying hello, I saw Shan Rao standing not far away. She was also unambiguous as usual, and politely called out: "Mr. Shan."

Then he looked him up and down again, showing hesitation, "Is Mr. Shan going to the company?"

The man was taken aback for a moment, then coughed a few times in embarrassment, caught Shi Ran and Yan Hao who were giggling aside, felt even more embarrassed, and stared at him angrily.

Shi Ran smiled and ignored Shan Rao, walked over and greeted Song Ran, and a group of people went to the sofa in the living room.

Not long after sitting down, the aunt who was cleaning the garden in the courtyard rushed over again, leading a woman walking with wind behind her, "Master, madam, Miss Yuan is here."

When Ms. Yuan entered the door, she first called her uncle and aunt, and then she realized that there were still guests at home. The bright expression on her face instantly softened a little, and she met the woman who was sitting on the sofa and looked down.

Song Ran saw that it was someone who was insignificant to her, so she didn't get up, and when Shan's father and mother got up and went out to meet her, she gave a look to the serious-faced man on the sofa opposite, "I have something to say. tell you."

Shan Rao looked a little surprised, but managed to maintain a peaceful face, stood up with the sofa, and signaled to the direction of the study behind him: "Let's talk inside."

Miss Yuan took the single mother's arm and approached, her eyes fixed on the man. She was about to go up to say hello out of breath, but saw that the other party didn't even look at her, and only talked with the strange woman just now. The front and rear feet left.

The gentle smile on his face couldn't be restrained for a while, and the single mother next to him could also see it, so she raised her eyebrows and asked Shi Ran: "What are they doing?"

Shi Ran smiled and took a cup of freshly brewed scented tea from the servant at home to entertain the guests, and then guessed calmly, "There should be something to talk about at work, Ms. Yuan should drink tea first."

Miss Yuan took the teacup, and pretended to be nonchalant to chat with the two old people, but her gaze was always in the direction of the study, intentionally or unintentionally.

And at this moment in the study room, the man stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, opened the heavy curtains, and asked casually, "What do you want to say?"

Pretending to be busy, he finished pulling the curtains on this side, then walked over to pull the curtains on the other side.

In short, it is not easy to look back at her.

After all, the space is small, and some of his emotions have nowhere to hide.

I couldn't help but think of the conversation with Shi Ran yesterday. Could it be that she would really be jealous when she saw herself getting close to other women?

"You did business in the UK before, did you make friends with a Mr. Smith? It is said that he is doing well in the industry in the UK, and he is expected to develop abroad recently. The first market he chooses should be either Kyoto or Shanghai."

The woman was leaning against the door of the study, with her hands wrapped around her chest, watching the man's busy figure, just opening her mouth slightly broke all his fantasies.

Mentioning Smith, Shan Rao paused for a while while holding the curtain, then turned around with a deep expression on his face, "How do you know him?"

This deepness matched the man in Song Ran's cognition, which seemed a bit out of place and abrupt.

From this, she could see that the two not only knew each other, but also had a certain relationship.

So she didn't pretend to be a joke, and said frankly: "Shangrui's backer behind the scenes should be this Mr. Smith. The several major businesses that Song was forced to stop were all taken over by him, so I want to know more about you. What kind of person is he?"

After a pause, she seemed to think of something suddenly, and added: "By the way, his wife is the young lady of the Yan family in Nancheng. I checked, and this woman is not simple."

As she spoke, she saw the man's eyes getting deeper and deeper, and she didn't know how much she listened to her words.

Shan Rao leaned against the glass of the floor-to-ceiling window, fell silent for a while, then turned around and walked to the huge bookshelf next to him, and dug out a stack of dusty materials from a pile of messy files at the bottom.

After flipping through two pages, there was no problem before walking to her and handing out the information, "I have had some dealings with him, and after returning to China, most of my properties in the UK were bought by him, but he will pay attention I don't think it's realistic to focus on Kyoto or Shanghai, and it's more likely that the lady next to him meant it."

"Ma'am?" Song Ran stared, and took over the information. What she saw were some financial news and data notes, and the colorful newspapers were mixed with the man's fluent notes. "You investigated him, why?"

These materials almost turned the man's life upside down.

But for this question, Shan Rao didn't seem to want to answer. He just put one hand in his pocket, and put the other hand against the door frame behind the woman. Am I alone?"

Song Ran raised her eyes and met the man's dark eyes.

She looked back somewhat uncomfortably, and put the information back into her bag, "It's hard to say right now."

"It's hard to say?" Shan Rao laughed, and sighed with a dejected look on purpose, "Okay, then I will give you another top-secret news."

He deliberately paused for a while, trying to find some expectant expressions on the face of the woman in front of him.

But seeing that she still had a calm and desolate attitude, she said a word lightly: "Say."

He could only laugh uninterestedly, "Today's dinner, Mr. Smith and his wife will also come. If you want to know more, you might as well be mentally prepared and go see for yourself."

Shan Rao knew the reason for the little surprise on the face of the woman in front of him, but he had no intention of explaining, so he just added lightly: "You guessed right, this Mrs. Smith is not simple."

After finishing speaking, the two looked at each other at a distance of less than an arm, and the atmosphere became weird in an instant.

The woman raised her eyes and looked at it in a neutral manner, but she didn't show any strangeness. On the contrary, the man who was staring at him froze for a few seconds and couldn't stand it any longer. He pretended to cough twice and avoided looking.

"Okay, I see, thank you."

In order to save his face, Song Ran, who saw through everything, broke through the embarrassment first, turned around and opened the door behind him.

But before he could step out, he was startled by a plain hand raised high in front of his eyes, and his eyes opened wide.

After reacting, his expression became a little bit colder. He exchanged a glance with this strange woman, then turned sideways around her, and stepped out towards the living room.

Ms. Yuan glanced back with some disdain, and then looked at Shan Rao with a smile on her face, "Auntie said you are going to the hotel later, do you mind if I come with you?"

(End of this chapter)