After the divorce of a luxurious ex-husband

Kyoto is still home.

Hearing the sound of the engine in the yard, song ran gathered a coat and came out of the study. As soon as he went down two steps, he saw Shang Rui being greeted by a servant.

"Madam, how are you recently?" Shang Rui loosened his tie.

The servant closed the door and lowered his voice in response: "madam is busy at work these days. She has little time at home, but she eats on time and never falls again."

"OK."

Shangrui changed his shoes in the porch. When he walked in, he inevitably looked at the woman who was half leaning against the handrail of the stairs.

They were silent with each other, because they were too smart and wise. The communication between them was hardly half warm, and they never said half a word of nonsense.

Song Ran's eyes were cold. He took back his sight on Shang Rui. Then he helped down the handrail of the stairs, took his suit coat from his hand and hung it on the clothes hanger next to him.

"You haven't come back for some days." After hanging up her clothes, she folded it and went to the restaurant. Soon she brought half a cup of warm water and leaned against the door of the restaurant to look at him with a smile.

Shang Rui said "um" not lightly or seriously. He didn't intend to say anything. When he raised his feet and went upstairs, he was suddenly stopped by song ran.

She shook the water cup in her hand, her eyes drooping, "come back specially. Don't you have anything to say to me?"

She mercilessly exposed that there was no meaning of friendship in each other's five-year marriage. Shang Rui smelled his footsteps and his eyes were gloomy for a moment. One foot just stepped up the stairs, thought about it and responded faintly with two words: "No."

When he came out of the bathroom and folded into the study, he found that song ran was sitting in his office chair. A desk lamp was turned on in the whole study, and the light was specially adjusted to the lowest, which only lit up the woman's pale face.

At this time, Shang Rui's broad body blocked the door, and the light of the corridor came in from behind, casting his narrow shadow on the floor.

"You shouldn't enter my study, which I emphasize very clearly." He looked gloomy and his tone was cold.

Song ran smiled with self mockery, closed the stack of data spread out in front of him, pushed it aside, then raised her eyes, and accurately caught the man's eyes in the dim line of sight, "let's talk."

Since he didn't want to mention it, it was up to her to break the window paper.

"Where I can't enter, can she enter?" She stretched the voice line and looked lazy and idle every word.

Shang Rui's voice sank and his steps collapsed two more steps. He took the door behind him. His body disappeared in the dark and his voice was cold. "You think too much. Haven't you taken medicine on time recently?"

"I'm not sick." Song ran interrupted fiercely. There was a little despair in the forbearance of the shouting. He laughed at himself, "Shang Rui, you always only care about yourself. Such a selfish person will care about others. Is there any sincerity?"

"Song ran..." Shang Rui pinched the eyebrow bone and swallowed a lot of words considering song Ran's current mental state.

He was selfish. At this time, he avoided the dispute with song ran, and just based on his own point of view, he didn't want to have any unnecessary friction with the Song family.

"Rest early." By the light of the lamp, he went to the desk and put his hand on her arm.

Song ran got rid of it, "Shang Rui, let's divorce."

When she said divorce, she naturally wouldn't bring any emotion. It was cold and decisive, as if she had been ready for it long ago. After saying that, without waiting for Shang Rui to respond, she pulled out a divorce agreement from the drawer and pushed it in front of him, "I have signed it."

"Stop it." He coldly refused, and Sen's cold eyes projected on the big words "divorce agreement": "I won't sign."

He doesn't divorce, the reason has nothing to do with love.

In his expectation, it will take at least three years to completely get rid of song ran and the Song family.

"Shang Rui!" Song ran clenched her teeth coldly and stood up from the chair with a sharp voice. "If you are a man, do something responsible. Don't overestimate my endurance!"

After that, there were many more cruel words, which were blocked back by the kiss of the man in front of him.

His thin lips are slightly cold, and they fit together to contain his cold feelings. Although he tried his best to cater to them, they still seem strange and unnatural.

Tears spilled out of her eyes. She pretended not to know, deliberately calmed down, intoxicated and satisfied with his pretended tenderness, and uncontrollably deepened and deepened the kiss.

They went all the way to the bedroom. In the dim sight, the man took her to bed and fit her body. The picture soon became out of control.

In the confused will, Shang Rui stretched out an arm and opened the drawer of the bedside table, but unexpectedly, he was pulled back by the woman's plain hand. In the struggle of power, the man's reason was found a little bit, and he whispered her name with a little angry emotion.

"Song ran."

The woman opened her black and white eyes in the dark and stared at the man in front of her. At this time, her heart was deserted. She didn't know why she became like this.

"Safety period, don't wear it." She said softly and continued to kiss.

Shang Rui looked stiff. He reached out and pushed her away. He got up and straightened his messy clothes. "You haven't recovered yet. You'd better have a rest early."

Song ran originally held the man's arm in the air, but finally fell powerlessly and hit the soft bedding. His eyes were empty, "Shang Rui, are you sympathizing with me and thinking you are giving alms?"

Shang Rui stood by the bed. A cool moonlight cage entered the window and poured it on the plain white curtain, casting a scattered light.

He was noncommittal.

The woman mocked herself and said, "Shang Rui, she was followed. You should already know this, so you came back to confront me today, didn't you?"

Song ran pulled up the shoulder strap of her torn pajamas, sat up with her arms supported, half leaning against the edge of the bed, groped in the dark and took out a pack of cigarettes from the drawer.

The plain white knuckles held smoke, the open fire lit up, and a thin smell of smoke rose in the room.

The scarlet light twinkled between her fingers, because it was too cold, and her whole body was haunted by the aura of two kinds of conflict, striking an unknown but intoxicating beauty.

"I sent someone. It's her life. Someone saved her." Spit out a mouthful of smoke, she smiled indifferently, "but you may not have such good luck every time."

Shang Rui's eyes and eyebrows were cold. He turned around and could see the outline of the woman through the moonlight outside the window.

She has always been so assertive and powerful, and her determination to kill and kill makes many men feel inferior. That's why Shang Rui never regards her as his wife, and can't even feel the innocence and willfulness of a woman from her.

Qi Feng has all these qualities.

"Song ran, do you know why you have depression? Because you think too much. " He paused. "I have another purpose to approach Qi Feng. I hope you don't ruin my plan."

"For another purpose?" Song ran smiled, "I hope so."

Feeling that this was inappropriate, she changed her words temporarily, "you can't move her. It's you who can finally decide her fate. You can agree to divorce. In the future, our well water will not violate the river, or we will be clean. We will not provoke those unclear relations with the Song family. "

When she finished, Shang Rui didn't answer for a long time. Then the mobile phone on the sofa rang. He paced over and was slightly stunned when he saw the caller ID.

Finally pressed reject.