Marriage status: Ex-husband, please respect yourself

Chapter 588
At first, the man didn't quite understand why the daughter of the Yuan family tried every means to follow her to the company, and why she had to go to the dinner party in Shan Rao's car.

It wasn't until the car stopped at the downstairs of the hotel, and the woman got out of the car holding his arm with an affectionate expression on her face, and walked slowly under the surprised and curious eyes of the people around her, that he realized something was wrong.

So with a cold face, he pulled the arm away from the opponent's hand, and walked forward quickly alone, and politely greeted some old seniors who happened to get out of the car at this time and came to celebrate his father's birthday.

While chatting casually, they lifted their feet together towards the direction of the elevator entrance, Miss Yuan's family was left aside, stunned for a while.

After reacting, holding the hem of the skirt, he was about to catch up, but was stopped by Yan Hao, who was next to him with quick eyes and quick hands, "Miss Yuan, it's inconvenient for us Mr. Shan right now, Mr. Zhou and our master have a close relationship, so you can't be negligent. If you want to talk, you might as well wait for him to finish his work..."

The daughter of the Yuan family's powdered face collapsed, facing the man with a cautious face, she was still not capricious in the end, she raised her foot to catch up with the two men after a slight smile, and kept close to the two men, almost an arm's length away. distance.

In the end, the same elevator went up to the banquet hall on the top floor. At this time, not many people came, but there were also quite a few.

The two old men from the Shan family had come here earlier, and Shi Ran was accompanying them to entertain the guests who had already arrived. Mr. Zhou had just stepped out of the elevator. After seeing today's old birthday man, he naturally quickened his pace and went to say hello.

Ms. Yuan seized the opportunity and pushed back her long skirt. Just as she wished, she was stepped on by the person who was also getting off the elevator behind her. She staggered forward, and after a cry of surprise, she suddenly grabbed the arm of the man in front of her.

Shan Rao only felt the strength on his arms sink.

His eyes became colder as well, his footsteps paused slightly, and when he looked back, he saw the woman blushing, looking panic-stricken, and the man next to him who accidentally stepped on him was bending over and apologizing, "I'm really sorry , Miss, I didn't pay attention, I'm really sorry..."

Miss Yuan tugged at the man's arm, wishing she could put her whole face on the man's body. In response to the man's apology, she waved her hands in a reasonable and aggrieved manner, "It's okay, it's because I was not careful."

Shan Rao stopped there, moved his body slightly to the side, and got out of the way from the elevator exit to the banquet hall.

There were people coming and going along the way, and he glanced at the woman under him with a painful expression, and asked without emotion: "Are you okay?"

"It's okay." Shaking his head, he suddenly said aggrievedly, "I seem to have sprained my foot."

After speaking, his hands clasped a little more firmly, he straightened up and pleaded with big watery eyes, "Can you help me to sit inside?"

The man still had no expression on his face, nor did he speak up.

At this moment, the door of the elevator next to it opened, and another wave of guests rushed over. Among the people who got off the car, there was a dark blue figure.

The woman was tall and slender, with ten-centimeter high-heeled shoes, which set off the figure trimmed in the restrained long skirt even more eye-catching. It took almost no effort for the man standing there to recognize her at a glance.

His eyes trembled unconsciously, and his throat rolled up and down.

But she didn't seem to see him. From the moment she came out of the elevator, she kept her eyebrows half lowered, talking to an old man with gray hair next to her.

There was a slight smile on her face, which didn't seem alienated, but it didn't seem like she was easy to get close to.

With just one glance, the man's heart, which had been calm all afternoon, started beating wildly, and his soul seemed to be hooked away.

He lowered his eyes and raised his feet to catch up, but he had to think of the current situation. At the same time, what held him back was the lingering force on his wrist.

So he said indifferently: "If you are not feeling well, I will ask Yan Hao to take you to the hospital."

Immediately, the phone was about to come out of the pocket.

Seeing this, Ms. Yuan panicked and stopped her, "Don't, it's not that serious, you don't need to go to the hospital."

The phone was already taken out, the man looked away from the screen, first looked at the woman's flustered and then aggrieved face, and then at the arm she was wrapping around his arm.

After a moment of silence, the other party finally let go of his hand tactfully, and watched him leave impatiently.

Song Ran entered the banquet hall, and the old man who accompanied her was a senior who had done business in Kyoto earlier. As soon as the old man entered, a woman in a white evening dress came to say hello.

"Mrs. Smith, why are you here too?" The old man's cloudy eyes lit up, and he asked with a smile, "Has your husband come yet?"

"He's here too."

Mrs. Smith had a not-so-sincere smile on her face, and pointed to the direction behind her while talking, "He's standing there, the one in the white suit."

The old man looked in the direction of her finger, and then naturally raised his steps towards that side.

Song Ran, who was standing aside, didn't say a word, only stared at the visitor with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

And obviously, the target that this Mrs. Smith will come over is not the old man just now, but this Miss Song who stepped through the door together with the old man.

"Miss Song, what a coincidence." The woman's face was thick with makeup, but her makeup was exquisite. She greeted him politely and distantly, and then stretched out her hand.

"Miss Yan, it's a coincidence."

Song Ran responded with an equal smile, and lightly shook that slender and fair hand.

She intentionally called the other party Miss Yan instead of Mrs. Smith, and the meaning was very clear.

Sure enough, although the expression on the other party's face was not much surprise, the eyelids drooped hesitantly, and then he laughed lightly, and said: "I just said, the meeting at the Japanese grocery store that day is not like a coincidence at all. , Ms. Song and I should not have such a fate, right?"

This woman always had a domineering and extremely aggressive aura, which was different from Song Ran's detached and desolate aura.

Facing the woman's speculation, Song Ran didn't mean to deny it, she just smiled and asked, "Then what does Miss Yan mean, that I intend to investigate you?"

The two women looked at each other, and they were silent for a while, with complex and unrelenting emotions in their eyes.

After a while, a slightly old voice came to my ears.

"Well, ma'am, this beautiful lady is..."

The man has a thick voice, and the pronunciation of Mandarin is a bit difficult.

Song Ran withdrew her eyes and looked up in the direction of the voice.

Mr. Smith is striding towards this side. He is wearing a white high-tailored suit, with spots of red in the white, his hair is also white, and there are obvious wrinkles on his face.

According to the information provided by Shan Rao, this Mr. Smith is close to 60 years old. Song Ran is not surprised to have such physical features, but he is still a little unaccustomed to turning his eyes around him and Miss Yan twice.

But hiding his emotions was naturally a no-brainer for Song Ran.

With a faint smile on the corner of her mouth, she heard the woman in front of her introduce with a smile, "This is the eldest lady of the Song family that I mentioned to you before."

While talking, the man had already walked over, wrapped his wife's waist in an intimate and natural way, and at the same time, his eyes fell on Song Ran, and he looked her up and down without hesitation, and then his eyes brightened again and again. .

Song Ran pretended not to notice, and reached out with a smile, "Song Ran, Mr. Smith, hello."

In a hurry, the man pulled out the hand that was around his wife's waist, gently supported Song Ran's hand, then lowered his eyes, and kissed the back of her hand lightly, "I learned two things in your country. A word, called Xinghui."

The man smiled so hard that his eyes rolled.

(End of this chapter)