After the divorce of a luxurious ex-husband

On the third day after Song ran returned from Shanghai, the second young master of the single family came directly to Kyoto in the name of market development.

Song's phone call followed, telling her to put off the work at hand and concentrate on the reception. Song ran on the phone answered casually. After hanging up, he continued to be busy with what was in front of him.

The assistant standing aside received all the call information just put out. At this time, he was embarrassed. After opening the itinerary in his hand, he asked: "there are still two meetings in the afternoon. Do you need to change the notice to another time period?"

"No." The woman who buried herself in the work of document review didn't lift her head when she heard the speech, and her answer was very straightforward and straightforward. It seemed that there was no entanglement at all.

Seeing this, the assistant closed her record sheet again and asked carefully, "where's Mr. Song?"

The smooth pen movement finally paused. Song ran finished writing the last line of words and closed the pen. He looked up and gently asked, "go for me."

Then he didn't explain too much. After closing the documents in front of him, he turned the topic back to work, "call the chief financial officer in. I have something to ask him."

As song Ran's assistant, she always has to bear some additional pressure. For example, at the moment, although she has many doubts, some questions will only lead to impatience, and she can only bear them all. She calmly responds to the request and silently retreats out of the office.

About an hour later, the assistant came to the airport to pick up the plane according to the instructions of old song on the phone.

Without seeing song ran, Shan Rao seemed a little disappointed, but after a slight smile, he nodded quite understandably, "like her temperament."

She is Miss Song. Naturally, she will not be easily restrained by anyone.

When the little attendant behind him was still chattering, he had already stepped into the car with his long legs and one hand on the door. He stared at the guy who was still complaining on his hips and said that Miss Song didn't give face.

"Give you two seconds. If you don't get on the bus, we'll go first. Buy your own ticket and go back."

Yan Hao shut up and walked around to the other side of the door to get in.

The assistant stepped on the accelerator and drove the car to the main road. At the same time, he observed the two people in the rearview mirror. After having a basic judgment, he made a speech and mocked the little attendant who had just had a bad attitude.

"Miss Song is not a young lady who has nothing to do at home, beauty and shopping. Her work revolves around. If anyone comes to receive her in person, won't she have to sleep and rest?"

Sure enough, the little attendant hesitated twice and wanted to refute. He was swept by the man next to him, and faintly shouted, "sit down for me."

The position division has been very clear. Yan Hao, who knows that he can't avoid being kicked out of the car, silently shut his mouth, turned his face out of the window, and whispered: "before he saw this man, the soul was hooked away first."

Naturally, the volume was so well controlled that he couldn't hear himself in the sound of the engine.

After successfully sanctioning the little attendant, the assistant secretly smiled and took the man all the way to a hotel restaurant according to the plan before coming. The private room is reserved in advance. Except for the two signature features, the other dishes are waiting for the main master to order by himself.

Shan Rao sat on the dining chair in the hotel. His clean and slender knuckles casually flipped the menu in his hand and asked, "will miss song come later?"

"No." The assistant stood aside with a clear voice.

This time, the man finally frowned, "does she have to eat?"

"I'm not here. Miss Song is busy preparing for the afternoon meeting. The lunch will be settled in the company." After a pause, he explained, "she often does this."

Shan Rao couldn't help thinking of some past events. He closed the menu in his hand with a smile, threw it on the table in front of him, and shouted to the waiter waiting next to him, "do you have fried rice? Give us three. "

"Fried rice?" The waiter was stunned and looked around. He was surprised to see the two standing next to him. He asked in embarrassment, "what about the main course?"

"No, I don't want to serve what I ordered before. Just give us three fried rice with eggs." He raised his hand in a tone that was not negotiable.

Although the waiter still had doubts, she knew that the box was reserved by Miss Song family. Before coming, the restaurant manager also told her to be well entertained, so she had to respond and then quit.

When the door was closed, the confused assistant said, "you can order anything you want, Mr. Shan."

Shan Rao did not take up the topic, but looked up and asked interestingly, "what do you miss song eat for your usual working meal? Can you eat fried rice with eggs?"

He smiled at the corners of his mouth as if he were looking forward to the answer.

Assistant Ning Mei thought for a moment, then nodded his head, "occasionally, I will."

Song ran doesn't choose. He never lets his assistant prepare his work meal alone. He eats the same as his colleagues in the company, so fried rice with eggs sometimes.

But she didn't understand the meaning of the man's question.

Unfortunately, song ran came back from the reference room with a boxed lunch given by the colleague in charge of ordering when he just passed by the general affairs department.

When I got back to the office, I sat down and opened the lunch box. I saw a bowl full of egg fried rice.

She seemed accustomed to eating without saying a word.

After lunch, there was still a short break. At this time, the assistant sent a message, saying that he had taken the single young master to familiarize himself with the landscape of Kyoto. At the end, he stressed: "he seems to have a heart to see you. He asked several times when you have time."

Song Ning eyebrows, light back to the past two words, "push it off."

Put down her cell phone, she leaned back on her office chair. As soon as she closed her eyes, a sense of sleepiness swept through. She was physically and mentally exhausted. She didn't have the heart to deal with a single family and two young masters who suddenly appeared from nowhere.

Her assistant didn't return to the company until about 7:00 p.m. at that time, song ran had just finished the meeting. After the crowd dispersed, she was slightly tired and pinched her eyebrows. Then when she wanted to get up again, she saw the figure burst in and took away a stack of documents in front of her.

When they went all the way to the office, the assistant was still reporting the key points of the trip this afternoon. Song ran didn't want to listen. When he was about to get to the elevator, he picked up the stack of documents and told him, "there's nothing else. You can go back first. You can pick up the single childe tomorrow morning and continue to visit the garden without reporting to the company."

She said, holding the hand holding the water cup and pointing in the direction of the elevator door, "let's go."

Then he tried to continue to the office. The assistant hesitated, but did not leave. Instead, he followed up and asked, "what about you? Are you ready to get off work?"

Hearing the speech, song ran looked up at the time displayed on the wall clock, "I'll be busy for a while. What's the matter?"

Finish saying some tiny Ning eyebrows, aware of the abnormality of the person in front of him, he adjusted his standing posture, turned his body to face her, "just say what you have to say."

The assistant hesitated, his face looked ugly for a few minutes, and then stretched out his hand and pointed down, wondering: "the young master of the single family asked his assistant to rent a car. Now he is waiting for you downstairs. It's useless for me to say until you get off work."

As he spoke, he dared not look directly into song Ran's eyes.

But she was also helpless. After all, the other party's identity was there. It was obviously impractical to find a security guard to drive away.

After listening to this, song ran just frowned slightly, then turned her body to the direction of the office, and responded without salt before stepping away: "I know, you don't have to take care of this matter. Go back first."

If you're willing to wait, wait. It's not her time that's lost.