After the divorce of a luxurious ex-husband

Lu Yao sat down opposite, straightened up and looked coldly at the man in front of her.

Mu Ming leaned back. Compared with Lu Yao, he seemed to be much more relaxed and comfortable. He could even look at her with a smile without scruples. His eyes didn't turn for a moment.

"If you have anything to say, just say it." Finally, Lu Yao opened his mouth first, "you rejected the cooperation between Longteng and Yingxin under the pressure of shangrui. I thought you were avoiding the past."

She was speculating about Mu Ming's intention, so her eyes were always vigilant.

Mu Ming noticed it, took a sip of the coffee in his hand, and then raised his eyes to look at her, "if I say I'm looking for you today, not for anything else, just to see you?"

He spoke casually, with a strong sense of ridicule and joke in his tone.

Lu Yao suddenly felt cold all over, and her fingers curled tightly under the table. "What else do you want?"

Mu Ming's heart was completely cool to the extreme at this moment.

He finally understood that there was no way to make up for and repair some injuries in any other way.

"Don't worry, I have no interest in your Lu family." At this moment, he finally regained half his seriousness and twisted out all the banter in his heart.

After a pause, he avoided Lu Yao's sight and immersed himself in his own mood. The aura began to become depressed and cold. He slowly said: "in fact, I didn't mean to hurt your child a year ago. The reason why he did that was just for..."

"In order to have a handle to threaten Shao Yunchen and let him withdraw his complaint against you, you can continue to go unpunished." Lu Yao collected her eyes and said the truth.

The front of the conversation was robbed. Mu Ming was a little stunned. Jing waited for her to finish, and then gave a light and heavy "um".

Lu Yao saw this and said sarcastically, "you think your mother's death has something to do with my father, so you want to retaliate against me and my children. From the beginning, you have been designing to frame them since you knew I was pregnant. Now you tell me you have no intention to hurt?"

"That's different." His breathing slowly increased and his pupils trembled.

As for the difference, his words rolled to his throat, and he forbeared.

Lu Yao couldn't hear it. She got up and clutched the ring on the table in her hand. At the same time, her eyes were cold and determined to look at the man in front of her.

"I thought I had been sincere to you, and even didn't want to believe that you did those things for a long time. I have no right to intervene in the disputes of the previous generation, but I have a clear conscience for you." When she finished, she clenched her teeth unknowingly. Because of the aggravation of breathing, the fluctuation rhythm of her body became larger.

Before she missed the man around her, she stopped slowly and bit very hard, "if you still think our Lu family owes you and want to take something back, take my Lu Yao's life. As long as you read the other people a little more, I will make up for your life."

Listening to the woman's footsteps, the man who had been leaning on the sofa suddenly lowered his eyes, then smiled, and finally the laughter became bigger and bigger, more and more terrible.

The words of a woman just now, word by word, deeply branded into the bottom of his heart. Like a magic spell, it completely sealed the original bright, wise but kind Mu Ming.

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Lu Yao came out of the cafe, and the cold wind on the street suddenly brought the deep chill into her body, and also dissipated the resentment just pent up in her heart.

With a breath of hot air, she stood on the roadside waving to the empty car coming in the distance, but unexpectedly, a black car in the parking space next to her turned on the direction light.

She sniffed and saw that the man who came down from the driver's seat was holding the door with one hand and smiling at her.

Lu Yao collected her eyes, pulled back her scattered hair, approached and looked at the man across the body of a car, "why haven't you left yet?"

Zhang Quan raised her chin and answered without concealment, "I'm waiting for you and take you back."

Lu Yao didn't refuse, but she saw more or less the man's mind, so she opened the door in the back of the car, bent over and sat in, "thank you."

Zhang Quan followed him into the car. Only then did he realize that the woman didn't sit next to him. She smiled awkwardly, responded with a "you're welcome", and then slowly started the engine.

Observing Lu Yao's face through the rearview mirror, she always felt that her mood was not normal, so she didn't involve others, and swallowed all the words that lingered in her heart for a long time.

Lu Yao looked out of the window and suddenly remembered a man's stuffy cough. When his thoughts were interrupted, he subconsciously looked at his back.

"Director Lu, do you like listening to jokes?" The man cleared his throat and began to joke without waiting for her answer.

Lu Yao listened to him indifferently. He looked at the man's eyes full of hospitality and expectation through the rearview mirror. He cleared his throat and asked, "how's it going?"

"Oh, it's OK." Lu yaopi pulled the corners of her mouth with a smile, and secretly observed that she seemed to overestimate the man's Eq.

But the present appearance is more consistent with the skin he gave birth to.

"Vice president Zhang, I'm afraid I don't have a girlfriend?" Lu Yao pinned her head out of the window again and slightly hooked the corners of her lips. Although Zhang Quan's joke was really cold, it finally distracted her mind, and the gloomy breath at the bottom of her eyes dissipated a lot in an instant.

"Well, No." Zhang Quan answered firmly, but argued for himself, "my vision is relatively high, and there is no problem with my body and orientation."

Lu Yao didn't answer and seemed to be thinking about something. The man noticed that he turned on the car music, "listen to the song?"

A Cantonese love song flowed slowly in the carriage. Lu Yao was intoxicated by the vicissitudes of the old singer's voice. She raised her eyebrows slightly and was about to say something. The conversation was interrupted by a burst of ghost animal voice.

Zhang Quan hummed along, as if he were completely intoxicated in his own world and didn't pay attention to the feelings of others.

Lu Yao couldn't listen. She secretly opened the door and let the cold wind pour in.

He still didn't know it. While singing, he also asked Lu Yao during the pause of the chorus: "how am I singing?"

Lu Yao couldn't even pull out her perfunctory smile this time.

"How did you get to the position of vice president Zhiheng?" When she first met, she thought that the people who could sit in Zhang Quan had some excellent strategies and means, but she couldn't imagine how tough the man's wrist could be.

Or, he has a deep foundation and looks like Mu Ming.

Zhang Quan didn't seem to be aware of Lu Yao's so many guesses. Hearing the sound, he just pulled the corners of his mouth, "Huang is always my uncle."

He was honest, which surprised Lu Yao.

"I just asked casually. You don't have to tell me that." Lu Yao leaned back and uncontrollably turned her eyes back.

Huang Zong, who had never heard of Zhiheng jewelry, also had a nephew working in the company. His identity should have been deliberately concealed, but the man admitted it in her face, which made Lu Yao a little uncertain for a moment.

"Nothing." He chuckled. "I didn't mean to hide it from you."

Lu Yao heard the speech and said nothing more.

After that, the car stopped at the door of the hotel. Lu Yao opened the door, thanked the man in the driver's seat and left.

Her feet were firm and did not stop.

The man watched her leave, and the bright smiling face sank slowly. He put one hand on the steering wheel and unconsciously patted the rhythm with his fingers. Until a long time later, he took back his eyes and stepped on the accelerator to leave.