After the divorce of a luxurious ex-husband

In the short silence, there was a sudden knock at the door, clear and abrupt.

The secretary was stunned. Looking back, he saw the beautiful woman standing at the door. He immediately stepped back and said hello respectfully, "Miss Song."

The woman with fashionable dress and great temperament slowly approached with high heels, glanced at her, gave a cold, um, and then looked at the man sitting motionless, with gentle eyes, "haven't you finished?"

Shang Rui didn't have any change in her appearance and her voice didn't have much temperature. "Why are you here?"

The woman put the heat preservation box in her hand in front of him, opened it and said, "I asked my aunt to cook some rice and it's still hot. You can eat some."

The secretary looked at the man and whispered, "Mr. Shang, I have something else to do. I'll be busy first."

Shang Rui waved his hand.

Soon there were only two people left in the conference room. When no one spoke, there was only a slight collision sound of tableware, inexplicably strange, but there was no difference from the two faces, as if this kind of relationship had become a habit.

The woman is dressed in a red skirt and a small coat. Her skin is white and anti-human, showing a typical golden temperament. Her fingers are slender and slender, dyed with vermilion nails, and her white and tender even the pigeon egg diamond ring on her ring finger has lost its brilliance.

Facial features are not sweet and charming, but they are very beautiful. When you don't talk, you have a high and cold temperament.

Some people, born with advanced faces, are probably like her.

"No, I have a meeting later. If you haven't eaten yet, go to my office." The man stood up slowly, stretched out his stiff limbs and walked to the window.

The woman's action of tidying up the meal soon recovered and said in a low voice, "there's still time. You can eat some. I'll wait for you in the office without disturbing you. After eating, let the Secretary clean up and send it."

With that, before he could speak, she withdrew her hand, turned around and left.

Shang Rui looks back at her back, his eyes deep.

President's office.

The woman pushed the door in. The female secretary was sorting out the documents. When she heard the voice, she looked back subconsciously. She smiled faintly, "Miss Song."

Without comparison, there is no harm. The female secretary with excellent figure in professional clothes also completely loses her color when standing in front of women, which well shows the difference between ordinary people and rich celebrities.

Her eyes looked straight at the Secretary, still warm, but inexplicably more intimidating, "what happened to the company recently?"

The secretary was stunned and hesitated, "this..."

The woman's beautiful eyes narrowed and her voice was colder. "I'm his wife. I have no right to know?"

The female secretary turned pale.

That's right. In front of them, this is the right wife of their president Shang. Song ran, the eldest miss of the Song family, is worth more than 100 million. She is an absolute match, and she is a famous talented woman in the circle of celebrities.

But they were secretly married, so her predecessors have always called her Miss Song.

"There is something wrong with the company..."

The secretary gave her a rough idea of what had happened in the company recently.

Song ran took out a cigarette from her bag, lit it skillfully, took a sip between her lips, and the bright red lips spit out blue and white smoke, which is her original noble and cold temperament with a sense of depravity and dust.

After listening quietly, she put the cigarette between her fingers and played it against the ashtray. She asked leisurely, "he has been in Nancheng for so long without any harvest?"

The female secretary swallowed her saliva silently, lowered her head and hesitated to explain to her.

She can't tell her that Shang is always going to Nancheng for a woman, can she?

After thinking about it, she explained: "some learned about the development of relevant industries in Nancheng, talked about some cooperation, and by the way... Learned about Mr. Shao's... Contacts."

She wants to say that she knows president Shao's woman and doesn't know if she will be beaten.

Song Ran's expression didn't change. He didn't seem to have any doubt about her explanation. He just reached out and put out the remaining half of the cigarette in the ashtray. He said in a dumb voice, "has he had any free time during the day in the last half a month?"

"Half a month? You wait. " The secretary was stunned. He hurried to the table to get his tablet, opened it, slid the screen and looked at it carefully. Then his expression changed. He looked up at her in some embarrassment. "Miss Song... What do you want? I'll arrange it first and discuss it with President Shang later."

The woman didn't seem surprised at all. She waved her fingers without expression, "no, I'll talk to him myself."

After finishing the sorting, the Secretary said and left. Before long, Shang Rui pushed the door in and smelled the smoke in the room. He frowned and said in a deep voice, "didn't I say not to smoke in my office?"

Go to the table, pick up the remote control and turn on the exhaust fan.

He stood there looking at her. "Why haven't you left yet?"

The tone can't hear happiness and anger, but the eyes seem to be looking at a stranger.

Song ran put down her cocked legs and looked up at him. "I have something for you. When can you arrange half a day for me?"

Shang Rui asked quietly, "what's up?"

When the woman looked at him in his eyes, she took back her sight and lowered her eyes, "I can't tell for a moment and a half."

Shang Rui looked at the woman and tightened his eyebrows. He pursed his thin lips. After a moment, he still said, "I'm busy recently. I want time to make an appointment with the secretary."

"Don't make an appointment. I'll tell you directly that I'll be waiting for you at home at 12 noon tomorrow." The woman suddenly picked up her bag and stood up in a crisp tone.

"Song ran!" Shang Ruijun's face was a little unhappy. "Don't be capricious. I'm busy now."

The woman came to him, thoughtfully tightened his bow tie, looked up and smiled, "I know you're very busy, so I won't bother you today, so you won't go at 12 noon tomorrow. I hope you won't regret it in the future."

As he spoke, his slender fingers stroked his clothes on his chest and opened his body to leave.

Shang Rui's impatience accumulated in recent days surged out with anger, clasped her wrist, looked gloomy and said coldly, "are you threatening me? Song ran, you know me... "

Regret?

He has never regretted his choice in his whole life, including marrying her. Even if he has no feelings, he does not regret his choice because of his huge commercial interests, but he only hates the threat of others.

"I'm pregnant." The woman interrupted him faintly, with an abnormal calm expression.

The man stared at her and his pupils shrank suddenly.

Song ran continued, "I was going to give you half a day to think about it. If not, I'll go to the hospital myself."

In an understatement, the man's face tightened instantly, and the means of holding her was almost broken.

After a few seconds of silence, he still couldn't see anything, but his voice became inexplicably cold, "are you going to kill him?"

Song ran quickly flashed something at the bottom of his eyes and suddenly sneered, "why, do you still want to keep it?"

She looked at him closely and her heart tightened.