After the divorce of a luxurious ex-husband

On the third day of the lunar new year, it snowed again in Kyoto.

The Song family had just finished lunch at the table. Shang Rui raised his wrist and looked at the time. Then he pushed the table under him and got up. Obviously, he didn't mean to stay longer.

"The company still has a project meeting. I'll go back first." He nodded with the old man sitting at the main table and maintained basic politeness and respect.

The old man's expression was dignified, but he just answered with a light and heavy voice, and rushed to someone to wave, "go."

He didn't look up for a second.

Shang Rui looked as usual and said hello to song's mother before leaving.

He and song ran didn't communicate too much. Before they left, they didn't even ask her for advice. The two old people looked in their eyes and only stared at their daughter's quiet eating. They didn't speak much.

Just as I was about to step out of the restaurant and go to the door of the villa, the aunt waiting at home suddenly pushed the door in and reported: "Sir, someone is visiting."

The old man's face remained unchanged and asked, "who?"

Shang Rui's footsteps suddenly stopped because it was Shao Yunchen, the former president of Longteng, who came to visit.

Although he tried his best to restrain himself, there was still a little shocked expression on his face.

He kept silent and continued to raise his feet to the gate. When he passed the gate, he happened to wipe his shoulders with Shao Yunchen coming up. They looked at each other and kept a basically peaceful smile.

When Shao Yunchen came in, master song had moved from the restaurant to the study. He ordered someone to make good tea and invited him to his seat with a smile, "I guess you're coming too."

Shao Yunchen sat down opposite old man song with a respectful look. "I should have come to visit your old man long ago. I hope I don't blame me for coming late."

After two greetings, most of the talks were related to work. The time for you Mao to officially put into operation is approaching. Shao Yunchen is not fully sure whether he can start at one shot.

"I'm a businessman. I pay attention to cooperation, win-win and mutual benefit. I hope Mr. Shao won't disappoint me."

The afternoon passed slowly. During this period, my aunt knocked on the door and went in to add two pots of water. When she saw that they were still chatting enthusiastically.

Master song is a straightforward man in his heart. The family status of the Song family today is the result of several generations of inheritance, in which the song father can also be called a first-class hero.

Seeing that it was not early, Shao Yunchen got up, tidied up the buttons of his suit, and responded with a smile: "please rest assured that part of my confidence in you Mao comes from myself, and the other part is because of you, old song."

After saying goodbye to the Song family, he came out and wanted to take a taxi to the airport. When walking on the roadside, a silver gray car suddenly stopped in front of him. He stared and saw the man in the back seat of the car.

"Before the end of the year, president Shao took the trouble to come to Kyoto." Shangrui's words were cold. Then he opened the door and said, "it's hard to hit the car. Why don't I give you a ride on the way."

After a brief confrontation, Shao Yunchen smiled.

Originally, he didn't intend to refuse, but at this time, an empty car happened to pass by, so he stretched out his hand and stopped it.

The car body bypassed Shang Rui's car and stopped steadily in front. He opened the door, turned to Shang Rui and said with a smile: "it seems that I still lack a little fate between monks."

With a long leg, he bent into the car. If he had no spare words, he told the driver to go to the airport.

In the silver gray car, the man's eyes were instantly gloomy to the extreme, and his whole body exuded a fierce and frightening atmosphere. His elbow supported the window glass and ordered the assistant in the co driver's seat to "check the old man's recent activities."

Habitually answered and said, "I see, Mr. Shang."

After that, I vaguely felt that there was a shadow nearby. The assistant looked at it with his side eyes, and subconsciously exclaimed, "Miss Song..."

When Shang Ruixun passed by, he saw song ran standing by the window in a light gray down jacket and staring at him, "do you even want to intervene in my father's affairs now?"

Her words were cold, but inexplicably contemptuous and sarcastic.

Shang Rui opened the door, got off and looked at the woman across the body. He calmly said, "it's not a step in, just understand."

Song ran smiled and said nothing.

She put her hands in the pockets of her down jacket, one of them holding the car key. She put the key on the roof and threatened to leave.

"I'll stay here for a while and drive your car away."

She turned and walked. Shang Rui took his eyes away from Song ran, picked up the key on the roof, caught up and walked towards the garage of song's house.

It's rare that when they walk side by side towards the same destination and don't talk to each other, the picture is saturated with false and beautiful illusions.

Finally, not surprisingly, the man took the lead in breaking the silence, "your father invested in Shao Yunchen?"

With a mockery of herself, she didn't answer.

When she said goodbye in front of the garage, she looked up at the cold and alienated man and reminded him: "in a sense, he is also your father."

This remark was extremely ironic to Shang Rui, but he didn't refute it.

Now he cares more about other things.

Song ran saw through it and smiled. "I don't mean to invest in you Mao. I'm sorry, I can't help you this time."

Before turning to the entrance of the villa, he seemed to suddenly think of something. "Oh", he looked back, "the expected income of this investment is a considerable figure. When the operation mode stabilizes within half a year, he will have the energy to clean up the mess of Longteng. Don't blame me for not reminding you in advance."

Watching the tall figure step into the villa gate, Shang Rui looked extremely cold. Then he went around to the garage and took out the car. When driving all the way down the street, he kept repeating what song ran just said in his mind.

It only takes half a year. He firmly believes that if master song sincerely supports it, half a year will definitely be enough for Shao Yunchen to stabilize most of the market in Nancheng. After that, you Mao and Longteng will be in hand. Maybe the profit scale will be much larger than Fengrui.

Thought of this, his eyes gathered a fire.

He patted the steering wheel angrily, then suddenly made a sharp turn at an intersection, and the body sped away in the other direction.

In winter, it always gets dark quickly.

When he stopped at the gate of the familiar amusement park, his sight was dark.

After getting off the bus, I went along the path to the photo studio. The dim yellow street lights set off the melting snow and whitened the world in front of me.

Shang Rui accidentally looked up in such a vast white line of sight and saw the two entangled people.

Frown slightly, subconsciously stopped his steps, and the whole person melted into a green bamboo forest behind him.

In the rustling voice, Qi Feng's voice was distinguished. From Shang Rui's point of view, she could see that she was trying to break away from the man and shouted: "yes, I am with him, so what? In what capacity and qualification do you have to question me now? "

Under the dim light, the woman took a long breath. I don't know whether it was because of emotional fluctuations or something else. At this time, she gasped heavily and flushed on her face.

She stretched out her hand and pointed to the road next to her. "Go away. Things have been made clear. We don't have to meet in the future."

"Even if you want to revenge me, can you not spoil yourself?" Gu Zheng's eyes were scarlet and his hands firmly clamped on Qi Feng's shoulder. "Shang Rui has a family. He's married, you know?"

As soon as these words came out, time seemed to stand still.

The two looked at each other, and finally Qi Feng took the lead in getting rid of him. He pulled down his palm with both hands and responded, "I know."

Before his shocked look dissipated, she sneered, "you're not married, so do you think you're better than him? At least in my eyes, he treats me sincerely. He doesn't treat me as air and doesn't circle me in the name of a good sister... "

Before the words fell, the man's kiss fell deeply without any time to respond.

But when she brushed her lips, she pushed it away with one hand, raised her palm and slapped it hard, "Gu Zheng, what do you think of me?"

A crisp sound stirred away. The man was a little sober for a few minutes, and his steps retreated, as if he couldn't believe everything.

On the other side, under a dark bamboo forest, a long and narrow eye light came straight. The man stood straight and looked at what had just happened calmly and coldly.