Marriage status: Ex-husband, please respect yourself

Chapter 587

Shan Rao, who suddenly realized this problem, was a little unbelievable.

This woman is obviously married, why is he still nervous when he sees her, why can't he help but want to please her.

When I think about it, I feel a chill down my spine.

The car was parked in the parking lot in front of the company building. Yan Hao unfastened his seat belt, pushed the door to get off, went around to the back seat of the car and opened the door, and greeted the man who was still in a daze, "Master, we're here."

Shan Rao quickly collected his thoughts and got off the car.

When he was striding towards the company gate, he had already recovered his usual fierce aura. When the staff in the lobby on the first floor saw him, they avoided as far as they could, and bit the bullet if they couldn't. Shout out "Mr. Shan is good."

The man looked coldly, nodded as he walked, and headed towards the elevator entrance.

At this time, there were three intern girls gathered by the elevator, each holding a thick stack of documents and discussing something, without noticing the man who was approaching.

The girl with long hair and shawl suddenly exclaimed, "My God, can't it?"

Although the voice was deliberately restrained, it was still sharp and piercing.

"Why not? Now it's spread on the Internet, and hot news is exploding."

The short-haired girl next to her swears, fearing that the other party won't believe her, she held the document with one hand with great difficulty, took out the phone from her pocket, swiped open the screen, searched for the information, and handed it out, "If you don't believe me, read it for yourself."

The mobile phone was placed on top of the file in their hands, and the other two girls looked at it as if no one else was there. After a while, they each exclaimed back and forth, "It's really..."

"He looks so handsome, he sings so well, and there are so many people who like him, why can't he think about being a mistress who destroys other people's families?"

The long-haired girl shook her head and sighed, then couldn't help laughing a few times, "Mr. San, it seems that I haven't heard much about it. This talented musician is really unique."

The woman next to her with a single ponytail tied up and who hadn't spoken much had a sad look on her face. She guessed nonchalantly: "It should be true love. It must be because I really like it, so I want to be with her regardless of the future."

This kind of judgment was disdainful and scorned by the short-haired girl next to her, "A mistress is a mistress, both men and women are the same, they are the culprits who destroy other people's families, what is true love?"

"Yes, yes." Immediately, the other responded, "Why should a woman be cast aside as a mistress, but become true love if she becomes a man? Your explanation doesn't work, and the public won't buy it, anyway. I think he is really a mud bodhisattva crossing the river now, and his future is in danger..."

The three heads huddled together, chatting more and more vigorously, and gradually seemed to forget that this was in the company, and the voice raised unconsciously.

Seeing that the situation was wrong, Yan Hao raised his eyes and quietly observed Shan Rao's face, which was so dark that it was covered with clouds, then put his fist to his lips and coughed twice.

The three of them hurriedly turned around like frightened rabbits, only to see the person standing behind them clearly, and their legs went limp in fright.

"Shan, Mr. Shan..."

The short-haired girl was the first to recover, and led the other two to bow down to say hello, and then dared not look at Shan Rao's face.

Fortunately, after waiting for a while, the door of the elevator next to him opened. The man didn't say anything, and with a slumped face, he stepped into the elevator.

Seeing this, the three girls didn't have the courage to follow in. They exchanged a tacit look with each other, and then sprinted up the stairs next to them like rabbits.

Even Yan Hao couldn't help breaking out in a cold sweat. When the elevator door was slowly closing, he raised his eyes to observe the expression of the man next to him, "I'll ask the HR department to check, which department these three people belong to..."

"No need." Unexpectedly, the man didn't intend to pursue it, but suddenly turned his face after a moment of silence, "Do you know what they just said about the talented musician?"

Shan Rao's emphasis on things surprised Yan Hao.

The man froze for a moment, then took out his phone from his pocket, searched out the hot news and handed it out, "It should be about this, the scandal of the former singer who became popular last year, I heard that he was married to someone female stars in private relationships."

The mobile phone was handed to him, but the man didn't reach out to pick it up, but just glanced at it lightly with lowered eyes.

At this time, the elevator door just opened, and he stepped out, walking in the direction of the office, while pretending to ask casually: "What do you think, what do you think about this?"

"What do you think?" Yan Hao's heart was pounding, he really couldn't figure out what kind of medicine the CEO of Shanda had taken wrongly today, and he didn't pursue the question that should be pursued, but he had to ask him about things that he was never interested in before. how to see.

"How else can you look at it? It's someone else's private matter. I just need to do what I'm doing well." The man smiled, his eyes were bent into two slits, and he answered in an official and decent way.

At this moment, Shan Rao stopped all the way to the office door, lowered his eyelids and stared at the doorknob in front of him, and asked nonchalantly, "If it was you, would you like a married woman?"

Yan Hao suddenly thought that he had heard wrong.

After reacting, he stepped back and waved his hands in panic, "Impossible, master, did you hear some rumors somewhere, I swear, I will definitely not do such a nasty thing... "

A simple test will reveal the attitude of the other party.

"Dirty..." The corners of the man's lips curled slightly, and he repeated these two words. Then, as if he had figured something out, he slowly pushed open the door in front of him, and stepped in.

Yan Hao, who was standing behind him, hadn't regained his composure, stepped forward and tried to explain again, "Master, listen to me..."

But the only response to him was the suddenly closed door in front of him.

The man inside the door looked calm and stepped towards the desk.

He was in the office dealing with official business until after noon when Yan Hao called again, with a somewhat distressed tone, "Master, Miss Yuan's family is here, waiting in the lobby downstairs, and said that I want to wait for you to go to the dinner together."

After a pause, she added, "She has sent the driver back home, I don't think it's a good face and I won't give it."

Shan Rao didn't say anything, just hung up the phone.

About an hour later, he came down from the upstairs. As soon as he stepped out of the elevator, the woman sitting on the sofa in the reception area of ​​the front lobby greeted him, swirling the smell of perfume, and threw herself on him, shouting He said, "Brother Shan Rao."

The man frowned slightly, and saw that she had already changed into a small black dress with a waist, with one hand hooking the chiffon skirt, and the other hooking his arm, her face full of intimacy.

Unbelievable, this is only the second time they have met so far.

Seeing this scene, the front desk service in the hall was so surprised that he could hardly close his jaw. He watched people go out all the way, and was about to gossip with his friends when Yan Hao's serious and cautious face popped out from the door unexpectedly. .

The man put one hand on the bar counter, knocked heavily on the counter twice, and then solemnly reminded: "Mr. Shan is not familiar with her, so don't spread the word later, otherwise..."

After finishing speaking, he clenched that hand into a fist, and before the two people who were standing in a daze recovered from their senses, they left gracefully with their necks raised.

(End of this chapter)