After the divorce of a luxurious ex-husband

Zhang Quan drives and Lu Yao sits in the co driver's seat.

All the way, the woman always turned her head out of the window, as if she was immersed in some mood. When the window was wide open, the whistling sound of the cold wind could be heard.

Zhang Quan held the knuckles of the steering wheel slightly tightened, always repeatedly observed Lu Yao's face, hooked his lips and asked shallowly, "is this bag very important?"

"Yes." Lu Yao took back the hand holding her jaw and her eyes were heavy. "It's very expensive."

Her voice was cold and indifferent, and she couldn't see how anxious she was.

Zhang Quan saw that she was perfunctory and didn't explore much after she smiled.

Not long after, the car stopped in front of the hotel and Lu Yao walked to the front desk hall. "Did you pick up a silver gray leather bag near the women's bathroom on the second floor?"

She thought carefully that the bag was undoubtedly lost when she took it to the bathroom.

Before the front desk lady spoke, she just looked at each other and didn't know what to say. The light at the bottom of her eyes went out in an instant, and her hands curled up unconsciously on the front desk.

"Sorry, madam, no one here has picked up the bag you said for the time being. You can describe what it looks like. We will reply to you as soon as we have news." The receptionist said, took out a register and handed it to Lu Yao. "Please register your personal information."

Lu Yao hesitated a little and picked up the pen on the desk.

Left his contact information, Zhang Quan, standing next to him, looked at it with deep eyes and raised his chin in the direction of the next elevator, "why don't we look for it again?"

Lu Yao didn't answer, but quickly walked away, crossed the front desk to the direction of the corridor, and hit a figure head-on at the corner.

If she hadn't been held by Zhang Quan, she might have bumped into a man's arms.

Before she calmed down, a deep voice came from her head, "are you looking for it?"

The voice was bright and moist, with a cold breath, and suddenly stirred up Lu Yao's memory buried in the bottom of her heart. She was shocked and shrank for a while, and a thin layer of sweat broke out on her back.

Raise your head and face the man's smiling eyes.

After a year, he seemed to have recovered his original temperament, his eyebrows were like spring, and a pair of peach blossom eyes were immersed in a thick and gentle atmosphere.

Lu Yao pursed her lips and her pupils trembled. As soon as she withdrew, she hit the strong chest of the man behind her.

Zhang Quan noticed something. His vigilant eyes looked at people, and his always white and beautiful face was suddenly full of murderous spirit.

Mu Ming slightly hooked his lips and took all Lu Yao's reactions into his eyes. There was a joking smile on his face, but he felt cold and thin at the bottom of his heart.

A strong woman like her, she has a set of ways to deal with everything. She looks into her eyes as if she is looking at a devil and can't avoid it.

He held his breath and raised his bag again. "I just found a bag and wanted to find the owner. Why are you so nervous?"

Lu Yao spent a lot of effort to calm her mind. Her eyes were covered with indifference and stretched out her hand to the man. As soon as her fingertips touched the bag, she was dodged by a side he could not see.

"Mu Ming." Lu Yao clenched her teeth, silently tightened her hand hanging in the air, and remained there, "what do you want?"

The next second, I saw him lift his bag up again, and the joking expression on his face was even worse, "after all, it's an old friend. If you haven't seen him for a year, you don't want to talk to me?"

"I thought we had reached a tacit understanding on the matter of 'old age and death do not communicate with each other'." Lu Yao's eyes suddenly tightened, "you are now the first person in charge of Longteng. Your future is unlimited. Seeing me, won't you recall those dirty past?"

As she said this, she suddenly stood on tiptoe, took the bag out of the man's hand, held it firmly in her hand, and then looked at him coldly.

After Mu Ming's little surprise, he shrugged slightly and put on an indifferent posture, "for me, there are always places worth remembering when I get along with sister Yao."

"To me, you just make people feel sick." His joking and joking attitude completely angered Lu Yao. The woman's eyes glowed coldly, responded coldly, and pulled up the sleeve of the man next to her, "let's go."

Until the steps were far away, Mu Ming's clear voice came from behind, "Simon coffee, I'll wait for you there."

Lu Yao's high-heeled shoes made a "Dong Dong" sound when stepping on the floor. The sound showed some anxiety and heaviness, as if announcing her mood at the moment.

"Psychosis." Stepping out of the hotel gate, she coldly left a word, and then scolded a dirty word, which made the men around her stare.

On the way back, Lu Yao was restless.

Zhang Quan stopped at the intersection to wait for the red light, glanced at the woman next to him from time to time, and finally touched his nose to remind him, "I think he said as if he vowed that you would go, didn't he..."

Before he finished, Lu Yao suddenly woke up.

The next second I saw her act flustered. She pulled out her wallet from her purse and opened the innermost interlayer. As expected, it was empty.

Shen Mou pondered for a while. His eyes were a little cold to the extreme, as if he spoke with a determined mood: "please, vice president Zhang, which is the nearest Simon coffee, which is convenient for me?"

Zhang Quan lowered his voice without saying a word. He just looked at the light, stepped on the accelerator and turned around.

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Lu Yao just stood at the gate of the cafe and someone greeted her. The waitress didn't ask anything. She just looked at the bag in her hand and slowly raised her hand. "Miss Lu, Mr. Mu is in the card seat on the second floor. I'll take you there."

Lu Yao narrowed her eyes slightly, gave a slight "um" and lifted her heels.

At this point, there are few people in the cafe. Lu Yao followed her upstairs and looked up. He saw that the light in the corner near the window was slightly brighter.

Along the way, the lights in other places were deliberately dimmed, and there was a quiet atmosphere around.

Lu Yao locked Mu Ming's position and raised his hand to the waiter next to him. "Go ahead and be busy first. I'll go there myself."

With that, she raised her feet and stepped over.

As he approached, he saw Mu Ming leaning on the sofa and staring at a cup of coffee in front of him in a daze.

He waited quietly for the footsteps to approach bit by bit, and finally stopped in his ear. The slender body of the woman blocked a large area of warm lights and caged a dark shadow on the plain white table.

"You're still here." He hooked his lips, slowly gathered his eyes, and looked up at Lu Yao.

Her back was rendered by a halo. From the perspective of Mu Ming, it took a few very unreal feelings, just like the scene she had appeared in his dream many times, hazy and scattered as soon as she touched it.

Lu Yao stood still and coldly responded to his eyes, "I know that since you led me here, you will not easily return things to me. If there are any conditions, you can say it."

She held her breath and repressed a great deal of anger.

On the way, she had made a balance. The ring was the witness of Shao Yunchen's proposal to her. In her heart, it was equivalent to the expectation of their love, but from the perspective of Mu Ming, he probably wouldn't be stupid enough to think that a small ring could restrain her.

Sure enough, as soon as Lu Yao's voice fell, he saw him take care of himself and lose a smile. He touched the ring from his arms, squinted and looked at it. Then he took care of himself and pushed it to the opposite cup of coffee, "sit down first."

His smile is still so soft.