After the divorce of a luxurious ex-husband

The next day, before returning to Nancheng from Hushang, Lu Yao had brushed the news that "the eldest lady of the Song family in Kyoto made an extraordinary move and smashed 6 million for a red sandalwood folding fan" on the headlines of her mobile phone.

Click on the contents of the home page, most of which are repetitive feelings and inflammatory words. What interests Lu Yao slightly is the publicity of song Ran's donation data in recent ten years.

It turns out that six million is nothing to her.

This is consistent with song Ran's careless sentence "I want to donate anyway" after Lu Yao's questioning last night.

With some emotion, she poked Shao Yunchen's shoulder with her mobile phone and handed it over, "how many Miss Song in the world do you say?"

Shao Yunchen picked up his mobile phone, glanced at it roughly, and then smiled faintly when he returned it: "this is the only Lu Yao in the world."

Lu Yao glanced at him, a little angry, "you know I didn't mean that."

Shao Yunchen can naturally guess the deep meaning of her words. It's just about the relationship between Song ran and Shang Rui. As an outsider, he can't comment too much.

However, he is convinced that the influence brought by the native family is enough to cause the current situation that song ran and Shang Rui cannot be integrated.

Lu Yao, who blurted out her words, suddenly remembered what song ran said yesterday. She didn't need other people's sympathy, so she stopped the conversation in time, waved her hand and motioned for the topic to pass by, "forget it, let's go over there."

Shao Yunchen gathered his eyes and held his breath, following behind Lu Yao.

On the other hand, song ran, who had just boarded the private plane, also saw relevant news records from the mobile phone handed over by her assistant. She was tired of dealing with it. She sat in a soft leather sofa chair and pinched the eyebrow bone with one hand. At the same time, she handed the mobile phone back. "You can deal with it yourself. Don't ask me."

In the past, song ran didn't like to be reported by the media in an unknown way. No matter whether the content is true or not, she seems really tired today.

"OK."

Aware of all this, the assistant withdrew and left her enough private space.

After lying on the sofa and taking a nap for a while, when the plane landed, she received a call from her mother, asking her to go back to song's house for dinner after she was busy with what she was doing.

He answered without much thought. Unexpectedly, Shang Rui was also there when he went back.

When song ran stepped into the house, the food in the kitchen was already being prepared. His father and husband sat on the sofa chairs on both sides of the living room, playing games with each other facing the chessboard set up in front of them.

When the servant took the bag and the windbreaker coat from her hand, she raised her feet and walked around from the direction of the living room. Yu Guangchao glanced at the deadlock on the chessboard, followed it like a joke and gently hooked her lips, "after so many years, why haven't you learned something from our father."

When he came back from Hushang, he could call "my father" as if nothing had happened. Everything was ironic. In the face of such a calm and sharp song ran, Shang Rui had already seen it.

He also laughed and went down the front, "I admit defeat. If you are not skilled, you will be defeated. "

Looking at the chess pieces to be eaten, Shang Rui got up from the sofa and looked at the woman next to him with a light soft light when sorting out his shirt and clothes. "It seems that he still has to ask his wife to go out of the mountain and save some thin noodles for me."

Between the lightning and flint, they looked at each other, pursed their lips, and if there was a smile like nothing, it was like a confrontation. And those who don't know the truth will mistakenly think that it's just the deep feelings between husband and wife.

In a moment of staring at each other, song ran raised her feet, crossed the man next to her, sat down on the sofa chair, and bowed down to help her father sort out the new chessboard.

Song Ran's chess was taught by his father as soon as he was free when he was a child, so he has his old style. He is relatively calm and restrained, but the layout is meticulous.

Compared with Shang Rui, who is radical and adventurous in chess, he is always a little more patient.

But when father and daughter play chess, their thoughts are not all on this chessboard. Before the restaurant ordered to eat, Shang Rui couldn't leave. He sat down in a nearby chair and became a spectator at ease.

The mobile phone in his pocket shook several times. He didn't look at it. When he reached out and took the warm water from the servant nearby, he suddenly heard master song open a new topic.

"I heard you made a big show in Shanghai this time?" When talking, his eyes were still staring at the chessboard and his tone was very casual. He didn't seem to be in a hurry to prove anything.

Song ran pushed a chess piece to walk upstream of the chessboard. Hearing the words, he said, "don't you usually like to watch those unrealistic lace news?"

Song's mother had just finished her beauty upstairs. When she came down to the last floor of the stairs, she happened to hear the conversation. She took the fruit tray from the servant passing by and sent it to her in person.

The fruit plate was placed in front of Shang Rui and responded for song: "your father didn't know it by watching the news."

Shang Rui held the water cup in his hand and listened to the crisp knock on the chessboard. Old song took the lead in eating one of song Ran's chess pieces. At the same time, he took up the conversation.

"It's an old friend. When you were young, I took you to the single family in Jinling and Hushang. I don't know if you still have an impression."

Song ran stared, then ate one of song's chess pieces, and then responded: "no impression."

Song's mother, who couldn't understand the war situation but inexplicably liked the atmosphere, raised her tone a bit and joked: "Xiao ran was only two or three years old at that time. I remember the youngest son of the single family. How can she remember?"

Here, song ran still didn't seem to hear anything. Just after listening to her mother's words, she couldn't help looking up at her and smiled gently, "is it true?"

When the topic of previous years was brought up, song's mother's thoughts swam in her memory, as if she remembered something funny. "The youngest son of the single family had a big show when he was one year old. When he grabbed the week, people in the garden surrounded him to see what he could catch. As a result, without saying a word, you went up and took all the favorite things away, but the youngest son didn't do it, Hold your leg and cry... "

Referring to the events of that year, song's mother has a aftertaste.

After hearing this, song Ran's expression collapsed. He glanced in the direction of his mother and turned to look at the opposite father, "really?"

Song ran doesn't doubt the authenticity of the past described by song's mother. Although this absurd behavior can't be linked with her present self, song ran was not born with such a temperament, and she had a carefree childhood.

While listening to his daughter's inquiry, old song seemed to fall into some kind of memory. After slightly adjusting his sitting posture, he waved his hand, "that was a long time ago."

When the family recalled the past, Shang Rui inevitably became an outsider.

No one else seems to take his feelings into account, and no one will deliberately lead his words to him. In the past, when he was young, he tried his best to laugh with him, but that experience was also a long time ago in Shang Rui's memory.

He didn't want to mention that memory, and he was happy to stay out of it now.

Time passed quietly. About half an hour later, song ran stared at the covetous chess pieces on the chessboard and gently hooked his lips, "it seems that I'm not Dad's opponent."

She was very calm and never denied it.

Over the years, the only man song ran admires and admires and wants to rely on quietly in a helpless moment is his own father.

Song laofangruo heard the meaning of her words. When he raised his eyes, a pair of less clear eyes were soaked with sharp light.

He pushed the chess pieces he had eaten onto the plate and stood up with the armrest of the sofa chair. "You are my daughter, of course not my opponent."

They are a father daughter relationship. The father will support and protect his daughter all his life. How can he be willing to be an opponent with her.

After getting up, he ordered to prepare dinner. With the help of song's mother, he went to the restaurant. Shang Rui raised his feet and followed behind him. Song ran, the only one left in the living room, was still sitting there, raising her eyes and watching her parents leave, while her mind was still echoing her father's words back and forth.