After the divorce of a luxurious ex-husband

So I turned into the office and left it behind.

During the busy period, he ordered takeout and went upstairs. The little brother who came to deliver the meal scratched his head and handed a note to song ran in great difficulty. "Miss, a gentleman asked me to give it to you and this."

With that, he took out a glass of fruit juice from his arms and touched it. It was still warm.

Her Yu Guang glanced lightly at the note on the desktop, which was a string of telephone numbers and a simple word "Shan Rao". It has to be said that the man's writing style was natural and unrestrained, like flowing clouds and water, which was very complex with song Ran's mind.

But the next second, she took her eyes back, simply thanked her, and handed the note back, "excuse me, thank you."

This meaning has been very clear. The delivery boy continued to grasp his head with a headache, took the juice handed over from her other hand, and turned around and hurried downstairs.

When song ran finished what he was doing and went downstairs, the clock on his watch pointed past ten o'clock. He simply cleaned up the table, and then took the elevator all the way down. At the moment he stepped out of the gate, he still saw the bright figure standing under the street lamp railing.

He seemed to stand there on purpose for fear that she would deliberately ignore it.

The wind at night was still a little cool. The man wrapped his windbreaker coat tightly with his hands. When he saw the woman coming out of the door, he immediately adjusted his posture and straightened his waist, pretending to be serious.

With a faint smile, song ran raised his feet to the man, approached him and identified his appearance. He was just right to the man who accosted him at the auction two days ago, "wait for me so long. What's the matter?"

She came straight to the point without the slightest greeting.

When a man saw her, he couldn't help laughing. There was a hidden smile in the corners of his eyes and mouth.

He looked at her with a smile. The evening wind lifted her long hair, and the thin ends of her hair swayed up and down in the air. Finally, some inevitably brushed on her face.

She reached back casually and continued to look at him.

Finally, the man smiled and nodded, stretched out his hand and pointed to the direction of the parking space not far away, "it's windy here, let's get on the bus."

Song Ning eyebrows, but did not follow up.

This man means, how can she not see through.

Just don't say that she is married now. Even if she has divorced shangrui, she doesn't have the courage to set foot in another relationship easily.

Besides, this man——

She stared at the generous figure of the visitor and was distracted.

This man has many similarities with Shang Rui, who just met her at the beginning. He has a tenacity. The means of chasing a girl is not very clever, but he is very persistent. At the same time, he will show a bit of childish breath from time to time.

Thinking of this, she curled her lips and smiled for her ignorance.

Facts have finally proved that there is no immutable person in the world. Even miss song will inevitably fall into this pit.

So the best way is to bypass such potentially dangerous elements.

But in her stunned gap, the man who took the lead in getting on the bus had asked the little attendant to drive the car to song ran, and opened the door to invite her up, "if you don't get on the bus, I'll consider packing up and living in Song's house tomorrow."

He said, pestling the chat information interface of the mobile phone in front of the woman.

Song ran glanced gently and saw that the remark was "Uncle song", so she completely collapsed her face and immediately raised her feet and got into the car.

It's not that her father's text message inviting him to stay in Song's house threatened her, but she didn't want to drag along and planned to take advantage of this journey to explain some necessary words.

"Mr. Shan's meaning is very clear, but I'm sorry, I have no idea about you. If you can understand me, keep a proper distance and look at the friendship between the two elders, I may not make things too ugly. "

Her refusal was tinged with warning.

Shan Rao was a little shocked. He was not sure about his lack of personal feelings and experience. In the face of such a situation, should he play Tai Chi or be tough.

So through the rearview mirror, he wanted to ask the little attendant driving in the driver's seat for help. However, the other party seemed to deliberately avoid his sight and only drove the car fast.

He almost forgot that Yan Xiaodi, who had followed him for so many years, was also an emotional idiot.

After a pause, he had to cough awkwardly. "We'll talk about it after today."

Song ran was a little stunned. He didn't understand what he said. When he turned his head out of the window, he realized that the driving route was wrong, so he asked vigilantly, "where are you going?"

"Didn't your little assistant tell you?" Shan Rao shrugged. "She said that the night show of your theme park is open today. I'd like to see if the fireworks she said are the same as those in Shanghai."

After a pause, he turned his head again, "Uncle song asked me how my reception was today. You don't want me to say I haven't seen you all day?"

When the car stopped at the parking lot outside the amusement park, song ran pushed the door to get off and instinctively wanted to resist.

There was a faint nausea in her heart. This place was really not a good place for her, but on second thought, she stepped back.

The one who should escape and shrink should not be song ran from beginning to end.

So he took a deep breath, looked at the crowd pouring in from the door, identified the huge sign in the night through the dim yellow street lamp, and stepped out.

"Let's go."

With a faint reply, she walked along the crowd.

Shan Rao couldn't tell why. When walking side by side with Miss Song, he was like carrying a rabbit in his arms, "Dong Dong" jumped uncontrollably.

He didn't even dare to get too close. He kept a certain distance from her shoulder at all times, so that after a large number of people poured in, they were not surprised to be dispersed by the crowd.

With the advantage of height, I looked around and saw the woman who was coerced by the crowd to the front, and some were anxious to get rid of the people around me.

But the dutiful little attendant next to him stuck to him like a gum and couldn't open it.

"Gummy" frowned and grabbed the man in front of him. "Young master, I'm afraid it won't work. There are too many people."

Shan Rao frowned and glanced at him. He was quite dissatisfied. He wondered why he didn't lose the one he should have lost, but he lost the one he shouldn't have lost.

Mr. Shan, who lost Miss Song, was a little out of his mind.

Miss Song walked along with the crowd, completely ignoring the scattered men next to her, and only immersed herself in her own world.

In fact, it seems that Miss Song, who seems to be high above, rarely comes to such a place in her life. Once she has an impression, it may have been more than ten years.

She was used to the cold silence, the living room with the lights and windows off, and the empty footsteps in such a large space.

But now, suddenly in such a lively and noisy occasion, the people passing by are either lovers moving forward hand in hand or friends walking together. She is the only one with calm steps and the expression on her face.

She did not feel embarrassed and anxious at all, but was particularly intoxicated in such a world with only one person.

So no matter what occasion she is on, the excitement is others' and has nothing to do with her.

Along the way, the crowd gradually diverged, and it was not as crowded as at first. Miss Song walked and stopped, showing a little interest in the small stalls along the way.

Vendors selling fluorescent hair bands and small toys don't need to shout. Naturally, someone will stop. Finally, she went to a stall, picked up a pink rabbit doll mask and checked out.

She asked the old woman who sold the mask, "how much is it?"

The old woman held out five fingers. When she scanned the yard and checked out, she turned 500 without doubt.

When the woman found out she was going to chase, she had long disappeared.