After the divorce of a luxurious ex-husband

Lu Yao blushed slightly and let Shao Yunchen push her out of the baby room. Shang Rui's eyes just fell in this direction and smiled as if he saw something. "I seem to disturb you here."

Lu Yao looked the same and sat down at the table supported by Shao Yunchen. "It sounds like we are always blamed for our poor reception."

As she spoke, she moved her body towards the back of the chair, revealing a round belly under the table. "It's really inconvenient for pregnant women. When the baby is born, Yunchen and I will make amends."

Although the bottom of my heart doesn't want to see Shang Rui, I have to take into account Shao Yunchen's face. In the topic, I have to mention the word "baby" from time to time. I always want to see his reaction.

As expected, his eyes were always light and peaceful, and did not reveal half of the emotions worth exploring.

I don't seem to care at all. I used to be a father.

Thinking of song ran, it's more or less worthless for her.

Shang Rui nodded slightly, "when the cooperation between Fengrui and Longteng is reached, there are still many opportunities to meet in the future. If you really want to make amends, it's better to let the baby recognize me as a godfather?"

Lu Yao was stunned, subconsciously resisted, and a flash of vigilance flashed in her eyes. When she saw Shang Rui, she seemed to smile. Obviously, she recognized the meaning of her words and deliberately opposed the army.

Shao Yunchen gave Lu Yao a bowl with vegetables in it. He took over the topic without looking up. "With my father, I don't need any Godfather. After all, godfather's reputation is not very good now."

Then he looked up and looked at him. The corners of his lips were slightly hooked. "I've always been sensitive to personal sovereignty."

"Understand." Shang Rui doesn't care much and eats with a smile.

In the sound of dishes and chopsticks knocking, my aunt came down from upstairs again, with Shao Yunchen's mobile phone, shaking in the palm of her hand.

"Your phone, sir."

"Sorry, I'll leave." Shao Yunchen got up with a little apology. After receiving the phone, he went around the direction of the meeting room.

There are only two people left on the table here, Lu Yao and monk Rui. The man reveals a touch of light from the bottom of his eyes and looks at Lu Yao who is eating.

"Your dissatisfaction with me seems even worse. I didn't do anything to hurt you." Accustomed to the shopping mall mix, he rarely picked the topic so clearly.

Lu Yao gave a little meal, but soon continued. While eating, he rejected his guess: "dissatisfaction can't be talked about. After all, President Shang can't have enough to do with my work now. I can't appreciate you at most."

She restrained her edge and tried to calm her breath and deal with it calmly.

"Oh?" He revealed some interest. "Do you appreciate it?"

Hesitated for a second, "I don't appreciate it."

She handed the soup bowl to her aunt's hand, gestured slightly towards the chicken soup in the distance, and explained: "I only appreciate my own man. Although President Shang is young and promising, I shouldn't appreciate it."

She inevitably thought of song ran, took a bowl full of soup and pressed back her doubts.

"She's not like you." Unexpectedly, he would suddenly mention her, put down his chopsticks and took out a paper towel to wipe his mouth, as if he had no desire to eat.

Lu Yao thought she had an illusion. When she raised her eyes slightly, she heard him add: "she won't appreciate anyone."

After that, he resumed his countenance. When he got up, he raised his hand and looked at the time of his watch. He was about to leave, "thank you for your hospitality today..."

Before his voice fell, there was a hurried footsteps in the direction of the living room. Shao Yunchen looked heavy and clenched his mobile phone tightly.

"What's the matter?" Lu Yao saw the abnormality at a glance and felt a burst of uneasiness at the bottom of her heart.

He didn't respond to Lu Yao's question for the time being, and raised his eyes to Shang Rui's line of sight, "Shang Zong, suddenly there are some urgent things to deal with, so he can only entertain again next time."

Shang Rui collected his eyes and raised his feet in the direction of the gate with the same expression. "Just right, I'm going to leave, but if there's any trouble, you can say it and see if I can help."

Lu Yao clenched her fingers and seemed to have guessed something.

"No." Shao Yunchen kept a peaceful face. "If there is a small family matter, I will not be stingy to speak if there is still a general problem."

Shang Rui expected that he would have such a reaction. Wen Yan didn't insist. He stepped out of the yard with a faint smile until he got on the bus.

The car body bypasses an artificial lake. While driving, the assistant observes Shang Rui's face through the rearview mirror.

"Mr. Shang, is everything going well?"

Shang Rui's eyebrows were full of gloom, and his speech was just a very dark "um".

I can't say whether it went well or not. I didn't intend to negotiate this time. At most, I can only say I came to explore the tone of mouth. Now the general situation has been clearly understood, so I can't say it's not going well.

The assistant pursed his lips, hesitated and said, "Hengtong rejected our loan application, and the previous companies dug from Longteng were also rejected."

He pinched the brow bone and was swept by fatigue. He didn't show any surprise at the news.

"Go back to the hotel." He gave orders lightly.

After half a circle, the car slowly slowed down, and soon integrated into the traffic jam on the street. It drove smoothly into the underground garage of the hotel. The assistant opened the door and waited for him to come down.

The man held his forehead and seemed to be in deep thought. After a long time, he said in a deep voice, "arrange the nearest bar. I want to have two drinks."

The woman was slightly surprised and her pink lips were slightly open. She seemed to hear something strange. Her professional quality forced her to calm down quickly. After closing the door, she sat in the driver's seat again and started the engine.

When the car stopped in front of a nearby high-end bar, Shang Rui's assistant had reserved a private room in advance. They came down one after another. She handed the key to the doorman and followed her president in.

Regardless of the level of the bar, the center of the dance floor is always secular and noisy. A group of shaking men and women spend their lives there. Shang Rui never misses such a place. His time is very valuable.

Running a family is a waste of time.

But this time, his footsteps could not help stopping when they crossed the edge of the dance floor.

The assistant stopped and looked slowly. When he saw the dark gray figure in the center, he was surprised and his eyes widened.

"How?" She half narrowed her eyes and watched the men who had passed half a hundred that year slowly turn around under the crowd. Her eyes suddenly tightened.

"Shang Zong?" She panicked slightly and observed Shang Rui's face.

Shang Rui's eyes were gloomy and terrible. He immediately understood what had just happened at Shao Yunchen's house.

With a smile, he stared at the helpless old man on the dance floor, pinched his fingers and almost cried, and then dialed the phone.

"Mr. Shao, the person you are looking for is in Xihai bar."

Hang up, his eyes are cold, his eyes follow around, and he doesn't find anything unusual.

"Protect people and take them to my private room." He gave orders in a cold voice, then raised his feet and left.