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Chapter 592 A Different Young Master
"Shan Rao is not like ordinary young masters from rich families. He has been spoiled since he was a child. Before his brother's accident, he had not had a deep relationship with his family. His career in England was entirely on his own, bit by bit. .”

Speaking of the past, Shi Ran's lips were slightly twitched with a faint smile, and after only a few words, his expression faded away, as if he was trapped in his own memories.

Song Ran still didn't bother, holding one hand on her chest, holding the teacup with the other, and took a sip.

In fact, she does still have some sporadic curiosity about Shan Rao.

Sure enough, after a pause, she smiled and continued: "Before he graduated, he cooperated with a few classmates and started trade and investment in the UK. In the early stage, due to experience and market problems, he lost a sum of money. , After that, those partners who worked with him chose to stop one by one, so in the end, he was the only one left in the team of five who was still persisting."

"For this reason, he suffered a lot. After graduation, he was short of funds. He rented the old balcony of other people's house and ate bad food overnight. Because in foreign countries, the early stage of starting a business was very difficult for Asians like him with yellow skin and dark eyes. , it seemed even more difficult, and from time to time someone would come to make trouble, and he would then become that evil second-rate temperament."

Speaking of this, she suddenly turned her head and asked Song Ran, "Do you also think that he is different from the young masters from ordinary rich families?"

"Yeah." Song Ran narrowed her eyes, recalling that when she was in the hospital, she saw the scars on the man's back one after another, which she couldn't deny.

"Later, his trading company gradually improved. It expanded from a small company to a large enterprise. Without knowing it, he became a well-known local trade tycoon. Of course, all of this was done by him. , no one is qualified to question his harvest..."

After a pause, the smile that was originally infiltrated in the woman's eyes dimmed, and the conversation changed, and she said with some regret: "It's a pity..."

"Unfortunately, this kind of life has not passed two years. Because of family changes, he had to give up everything there and return to Shanghai. When he came back, I saw him nestling in the study all day and night. Do two things, study copy data and smoke a cigarette."

After finishing speaking, he let out a laugh, and raised his eyes to observe Song Ran, "Did I talk a little too much?"

For the first time, someone whispered some irrelevant words in her ear, but she didn't feel any rejection in her heart, and even listened to it, and unconsciously formed a picture in her mind.

The young master of the Shan family, with his fluffy hair on his head, nestled in the dark study room, frowning while looking through the data while smoking a cigarette, which fit his image in Song Ran's mind.

So he kept his composure, put the teacup down, and asked lightly, "You seem to know him well?"

Shi Ran was taken aback when he heard this question, then buried his head and chuckled: "I have been following him since the third year he started his business. I know best what hardships he has suffered. Can you imagine a A respectable young master, fought with local hooligans on the streets of England because of the issue of collecting protection money, and was later beaten to the head, and refused to go to the hospital because of medical expenses?"

After thinking about it, she shook her head slightly, "There are too many things like this. At that time, I thought that he, like me, was a college student supported by his family."

Afterwards, Shi Ran didn't seem to want to continue, because if she said anything, she would inevitably think of Shan Yuan, the man who only appeared in her life for less than a year, but brought a lifetime of pain.

Song Ran always listened quietly, not disturbing that emotion, nor showing her attitude too much, but after only being silent for a while, she could clearly feel a bit of moistness from the other party's eyes, and her voice suddenly had a heavy tinge. nasal.

She narrowed her eyes and shifted her gaze elsewhere.

And Shi Ran took the opportunity to wipe the corners of his eyes, calmed down, sighed a little, and then got up, "I have to accompany my uncle and aunt to entertain other guests, Miss Song, if you think it's noisy outside, you can take a rest here. Tell the waiter outside that no one will bother you."

"Hmm." She hummed lightly, her eyes softened, and after seeing the person's steps stepping out, she suddenly retracted them, and looked sideways at her, as if hesitating to speak.

"Is there anything else? Miss Shi."

She raised her eyes and asked nonchalantly.

Shi Ran slightly hooked his lips, and after thinking about it, he explained, "Even the two elders in the family don't know what Shan Rao has experienced abroad. In fact, I told Miss Song that there is no other meaning. I hope you don't think I'm talking too much."

After a pause, she smiled again, "I can see how much he cares about you, Miss Song. This is the first time in so many years. I'm actually very happy, happy for him, don't look at him sometimes being ruffian Yes, in fact, the true inner thoughts are all buried in the bottom of my heart. So no matter what your attitude is, Miss Song, I always hope that if there is a chance, I can let you know more about him. "

After finishing speaking, she didn't wait for Song Ran to express her opinion, she nodded slightly, and stepped out towards the entrance.

Song Ran was left behind, staring down at the half-cooled tea in his hand, his eyes gradually became dark.

At most, she is willing to admit that she appreciates being single.

Because she appreciates all promising young people like him who rely on their own efforts to fight.In comparison, for the kind of people who use the unfairness of their life as an excuse after birth, and try to find shortcuts by making friends with high-ranking people, a soul like Shan Rao is much more upright and pure.

Thinking about it this way, there seems to be an essential difference between him and Shang Rui.

For some reason, Song Ran, who realized this, was not in a good mood. She looked sleepy, put the tea cup in her hand aside, looked around the private room in the lounge, then got up, raised her foot go out the door.

Song Ran had just left the lounge when the man rushed over from the other side. He glanced down at the waiter guarding the door and asked, "Who's in there?"

The waiter nodded cautiously, "Miss Shi told me just now that Miss Song's family is resting inside, but just now she went out again."

"out?"

Shan Rao's eyes froze, and he turned his head to look at the crowd passing by behind him.

At this time, Song Ran was washing her hands in the bathroom, and headed towards the banquet. When she passed a lively bar, she heard a shrill voice shouting.

"I haven't finished the wine yet, but you took it away from me. Did you mean to make me unhappy?"

The voice was somewhat familiar, Song Ran paused, looked sideways, and sure enough, she saw that the youngest daughter of the Yuan family was poking the head of a waitress with her index finger, venting her dissatisfaction.

The waitress lowered her head and apologized submissively, "I'm sorry, miss, I'll go get you a new glass right away."

In fact, what made Ms. Yuan dissatisfied was not that someone took her wine, but that the person took her wine but couldn't recognize her as a young lady of the Yuan family.

Sure enough, when Song Ran saw this, she raised her foot and walked over, stretched out her hand to block the finger she was about to stretch out again, and the waiter girl next to her was saved, she burst into tears immediately, and shouted a few words of gratitude "Miss Song."

Song Ran is Miss Song, and the daughter of the Yuan family is only worthy of being a lady.

Miss Yuan's face darkened, and her expression became even uglier.

And Song Ran lowered her eyes and just looked at the woman below her without saying a word. In just a moment, she could see that she was all hairy, and she instinctively avoided her gaze.

Seeing this, she didn't say anything more, she just turned her head and told the waiter lightly: "You can go."

"Hey..." Ms. Yuan walked behind her, and when she was about to speak again, she was bluffed by Song Ran's eyes again.

"This is not your home. Old Mr. Shan has a big birthday. Even if your father comes, he will still give you some noodles."

She lightly reminded her, and then she didn't intend to play around too much, and raised her foot to move forward again.

(End of this chapter)