After the divorce of a luxurious ex-husband

Song Ran has attended several charity dinners in Shanghai on behalf of her father, but there have been few in recent years.

The main reason is that Shang Rui is usually there. For occasions like this, which are not very necessary, she will try to avoid two people attending together.

Probably so, the fact of their marriage has not been suspected or excavated by the outside world.

Some rare ones, such as Shao Yunchen's intentional investigation, were later suppressed by her father by various means.

The invitation to dinner is still sent to song's house every year. After receiving it in the past two years, song's mother directly didn't mention it, so she put it into the box specially containing waste documents in her study.

But I didn't expect that song ran would go out of his way this year and take the initiative to mention it, "Mom, please find me the invitation after dinner."

At the dinner table, song Ran's voice was faint. Under his mother's questioning, he didn't explain much. He just said, "I have to go this year. You don't have to worry about private affairs."

Song's mother drank the soup, looked at her cold daughter, and looked at old song on the main seat with some blame, "I learned all my temper from you."

Old song rarely smiled and commented, "there's nothing wrong."

The father and daughter looked at each other. It seemed that they exchanged some information, so they stopped talking. Only song's mother on the dinner table talked for a long time because she couldn't understand them.

Finally, after dinner, song's mother found the invitation from her study and handed it to song ran. When she stared at her skinny wrist, her nose suddenly sour, "Xiao ran, don't work too hard alone. Anyway, there are parents. We have the ability to let you live the life you want, you know?"

Song ran stood at the door of the study, quietly put the invitation into his bag, looked at his mother with drooping eyes, and then hooked his lips with a gentle smile, "I'm not hard."

A face of indifference and arrogance, as if he was the one who stayed out of the matter.

The words fell, and the old man's stuffy cough came from the direction of the living room. He knocked the ground twice with his walking stick, as if to express some dissatisfaction.

Song ran glanced back, said hello and left.

At the charity dinner the next day, Shang Rui took Qi Feng to the airport on the right flight from Kyoto to Shanghai, holding the woman's hand tightly all the way. He learned in advance from his assistant that song ran would attend the dinner. He had planned to meet him at the airport.

The expected scene did not appear. Later, I learned that song ran was taking a private plane.

Three hours later, song ran, dressed in a golden evening dress, arrived at the dinner party as a special guest and delivered a speech at the beginning of the party.

She has a proud figure and a distinguished aura. Her every move exudes irresistible charm to men.

Someone on the guest table looked straight. A young man sitting next to Qi Feng always had a light and soft smile on his face. He turned and asked his companion on the other side, "who is she?"

"The young lady of the Song family in Kyoto..." the companion was dumb and said he understood after patting the forehead. "Yes, you may not understand when you just returned home. Why, interesting?"

After a pause, he joked with a bad smile on his face and elbowed him, "I remember you said that you don't consider personal problems in the next five years?"

The man smiled and didn't say anything. He just raised his other arm and looked at the woman on the stage in the distance, and then showed his appreciation without stinginess.

The eyes of his companions blinked, and he was a little surprised.

"You won't come, really, young master?" He shook his hand in front of the young master and looked down his eyes. The woman who had just finished her speech was walking down the stage with her arm in the hands of her assistant. Naturally, her beauty and temperament need not be said more.

But I didn't expect how charming it would be to attract my stubborn young master.

Shan Rao's eyes floated with the golden light and shadow under the stage. He didn't have time to ask, "is this Miss Song married?"

"No, I haven't heard." The companion hesitated, revealing some concern and concern in his tone, "don't you people in the upper class get married with great pomp? You can check whether you get married or not on the Internet."

He took out his mobile phone, simply hit the keyboard and pestle the queried information interface to the man's eyes, "see for yourself."

Shan Rao reached for it and turned it up and down. There were few reports about her, but almost all the news materials were generous. Some media even compared the cool Miss Song to a lonely star in the sky, cold and beautiful, occupying a height that ordinary people can't reach.

He hooked his lips and smiled, gently spitting out her name: "Song ran."

His eyes were filled with a thick smile. When he handed back his mobile phone, he seriously asked the man next to him, "Shan Rao, song ran, don't you think it's a natural match?"

"Young master, have you finally figured it out?" The fingertips of the man who reached over to answer the mobile phone were trembling, and his eyes stared at the size of a copper bell. With a thick excitement, he was so excited that some tears filled his eyes, "great, this time the master will not doubt your orientation?"

Thinking of this, the man in his twenties looked bitter. He couldn't help recalling the unbearable experience of being suspected to be kept by the young master and finally sneaked into the lobby for "interrogation".

He wiped the empty corners of his eyes, touched his cell phone and was about to get up and go out, "I'll go and give the master a good report."

Shan Rao's face sank, stretched out his hand to pull people back, and coldly threw threatening eyes, "who raised you?"

In a word, the man immediately fell asleep and sat upright. In addition to Yu Guang glancing over from time to time, he dared not mention the word "master" any more.

Sitting next to Qi Feng, she was absent-minded to the speech on the stage, but listened to the whole interaction between the two men next to her. She could not help but look at it quietly in that direction. She saw that it was a man with a well-defined side face and a handsome face, gently smiling at the corners of his evil lips.

She turned her head again, and this time her eyes fell on Shang Rui's face.

A beam of soft light came straight through and just lit up his side face. This is also a man with clear three-dimensional outline and outstanding aura. It is also the husband of Miss Song family just discussed by them.

I just felt that the hand that had been clenched since entering the door was faintly numb. She moved slightly, and the man looked down.

Against the light behind him, you can clearly distinguish the soft emotion on his face. At the same time, there was his concern in a low voice, "what's the matter?"

Qi Feng shook his head and slightly adjusted his sitting posture. Then he pursed his lips and said with a smile: "it's all right."

After that, the man turned his eyes back to the stage. She didn't turn her head anymore. She just felt as if she was on pins and needles.

She couldn't guess whether Shang Rui heard the conversation between the two men just now. If he heard it, how would he feel. The man always looked calm and self-contained, as if he turned a deaf ear to the world around him.

Qi Feng doesn't understand that Shang Rui, who is so vigilant, doesn't pay attention to the interaction between the two people, and how he can easily reveal his inner thoughts.

This woman is too simple and easy to be seen through at a glance, but she can never see through others. She is just at the two extremes with song ran.

The auction of the dinner party is alternating with interactive links such as program performance. The organizer will invite some traffic stars to help. After Song Ran's speech, there is a performance, followed by a short break.

Taking advantage of the break, she communicated with her assistant, got down from the VIP seat and sat in the last row of the terrace.