After the divorce of a luxurious ex-husband

It's getting colder and colder. It's approaching new year's day.

On the last working day before New Year's day, President Ji finally called Lu Yao to the office.

Between entering, she had made full psychological preparations.

"I'm very sorry, Mr. Ji." In the face of President Ji's intolerance, Lu Yao still lowered her head and pursed her lips very pale. "Because of my personal affairs, the company is under such great pressure. I failed to live up to your expectations."

"After all, the company is a company. I don't have complete decision-making power on some things." President Ji raised his hand and sighed. He expressed his personal understanding of what had happened recently, "I still hope you can stay, so I'll plead with your superiors and give you some time. I hope you can calm down these storms years ago."

Lu Yao was silent and choked.

When she got home from work that day, she was quite tired and didn't even eat dinner.

After that, she received a call from Zhou Linlin on the sofa. After listening to a lot of talk over there, she smiled, made two light and heavy "um" sounds, and then pressed to hang up.

Shao Yunchen didn't know what he was doing recently. He often didn't go home until late at night. Sometimes he came back too late for fear of quarreling with Lu Yao, so he slept on the sofa for a night.

When Lu Yao got up the next day, the man had already got up. After breakfast in the kitchen, he walked up to her with his cobweb bloodshot eyes open and kissed her gently on the forehead, "wife, wake up."

She would tiptoe to answer a kiss, "well, wake up."

The communication between them was very simple. She never asked him what he was busy with. At most, she would ask: "go back to your room and sleep later. You don't know I'm sleeping."

Just as he never asked her what happened in the company, they tacitly didn't touch on those topics. First, they were really too busy. Second, they knew very well that some things would be revealed when they should be revealed.

Touching when it shouldn't be revealed is tantamount to tearing a scar.

Because tomorrow's new year's Day holiday, Lu Yao will be sitting on the sofa for the first time, watching boring TV dramas and waiting for her husband to go home.

With the heating on in the living room, she wrapped a thin blanket around her. From time to time, she got up and went to the kitchen to look after the chicken soup simmering in the soup pot. Time passed by.

Near two o'clock, a rustle came from the door.

Shao Yunchen pushed the door in with a cold air. When he saw some light in the living room, he obviously paused. Then he changed his shoes and walked over. His voice was dry but spoiled. "Why haven't you slept yet?"

Lu Yao was already dozing off and shaky. When she heard the sound, she suddenly woke up. She got up, opened the blanket behind her, and took the man into her arms. "I can't sleep, waiting for you to come back."

The smell of the faint fragrance of the woman's body in the blanket suddenly dissipated all the coldness around. Shao Yunchen lowered his eyes and smiled. His cold finger abdomen crossed the corners of the woman's lips, wiped off the faint saliva mark, and joked, "can't you sleep?"

Lu Yao reacts, grabs the blanket and wipes it casually, chatting up on her face.

The smell of chicken soup in the kitchen drifted out, and the man turned his eyes, "simmered the soup?"

He smiled and scraped her nose with one hand. "I'm a little hungry."

Looking at the back of the woman running over wrapped in a blanket, the man buried his head in a smile and followed him.

"Sit down and be ready in a minute." The woman's hum came out of the kitchen with a little high voice. Shao Yunchen opened the chair at the table, took off his suit coat and put it behind the back of the chair. He loosened the buttons on his shirt cuffs before he sat down.

Before long, the woman brought out a bowl of hot chicken soup. Halfway through, the heat of the soup bowl across the dishcloth was still so hot that she took a cold breath and almost threw the bowl out.

Finally, she knocked the bowl heavily on the table, and the soup splashed all over the table.

The juice slipped down the corner of the table and drip on the floor.

Staring at the mess of the table, the man who stood up in a hurry pushed away the chair under him and looked at the woman who was at a loss next to him. Then he couldn't help laughing and grabbed her hand to check, "is it burned?"

After confirming that he was not hurt, he left to get the mop, while Lu Yao's cheeks were red and buried her head on the table. At this time, her eyes inadvertently glanced at the chair that Shao Yunchen had just sat next to. Behind the back of the chair was a transparent document bag. She was worried about getting wet, so she subconsciously stretched out her hand to wipe it.

Bright eyes blinked, and her busy action was a quick meal.

When Shao Yunchen took the mop over, Lu Yao had taken out the documents from the document bag and was sitting at the table looking through them.

Her expression was frozen and she couldn't see what emotion it was.

"What does that mean?" After a long time, the woman raised her hand, shook the things in her hand and motioned to the man standing next to her.

Shao Yunchen sank his eyes and became serious.

He didn't intend to hide it, but he had planned to surprise Lu Yao, but he didn't expect to be spoiled by a bowl of chicken soup.

"I know everything you've met in the company recently. I know you don't want to mention it because you don't want me to be embarrassed. But I am your husband. At the beginning, I just wanted to remarry with you as soon as possible. In fact, everything you bear now is not necessary. "

His eyes trembled and his expression dimmed.

Lu Yao listened. The mood that had been hidden in her heart these days was suddenly uncontrollable. She barely calmed her breathing, stretched out her hand and pointed to the position of the next chair, "sit down and let's talk."

The dense fog in her eyes was endured by her, and she barely saw the name behind the legal representative on the document: Lu Yao.

"So that's what you've been busy with lately?" Hearing the sound of the chair rubbing the floor, Lu Yao said astringently, "register a new company?"

"Sort of." Shao Yunchen smiled. The restaurant didn't turn on the light. He looked at the woman through the kitchen light. "The final decision needs your consent. I hope you can think about it and be the female boss."

"Mr. Shao, don't confuse people easily." Lu Yao was very sober. She suddenly took the attitude of a negotiator at work. "A single contract can't represent anything. I don't know the business level and other aspects of information involved in this company, so I don't dare to promise you easily."

She said, with a sudden flash of intelligence, her eyes trembled, "is it difficult, do you want to create another dragon? That's your father's hard work... "

Shao Yunchen shook his head when he heard the speech, then leaned forward, deliberately lowered his voice and slowed down his tone, "Kyoto, Song family."

"Song ran?" Lu Yao suddenly came up with the name in her mind, patted the document on the desktop, and opened her eyes for a few minutes.

Shao Yunchen raised his eyebrows and expressed his affirmation.

Some pictures flashed by. Lu Yao remembered that some time ago, Shao Yunchen said that song ran came to Kyoto to talk to her about business.

"But..." she hesitated. "Song ran and Shang Rui are husband and wife after all. Their song family has so much power in Kyoto. Don't you worry?"

"Worried?" Shao Yunchen twisted his eyebrows. "Some of these things you may not know very well. You will understand them slowly in the future."

With that, he turned his head and stared at the chicken soup gradually cooling down in front of him. He had an appetite in his stomach and stirred the spoon. At the same time, he analyzed it not light or heavy, "if the Song family really wants to move me, it doesn't have to take so much trouble. Besides, song Ran is a businessman. She received the business classics of the Song family since childhood. She is different from monk Rui. "

"What's different?" Lu Yao smacked her mouth and sincerely commented, "her mind is no shallower than Shang Rui."

"But what do you think is the most important thing in doing business? The Song family did not rely on some extraordinary means to achieve its current status in Kyoto. " He hooked his lips, scooped up a mouthful of chicken soup and put it into his mouth. "This time, I believe her."