After the divorce of a luxurious ex-husband

"I will return to Hushang tomorrow. I will travel in different cities for a period of time. It may not be ten days and a half months to come to Kyoto, so I want to see you again before I leave."

After defending himself, he looked at her again with sincere and enthusiastic eyes.

Song ran stared at the face and raised her lips in disdain. When she was about to speak again, the little assistant who had slowed down for a while had already run over in three or two steps, with a guilty and uneasy face and a low head.

"I'm sorry, Miss Song. I didn't notice Mr. Shan's car following."

If Shan Rao hadn't just called in the car to arrange her work, she might not know it until now.

But now that things are irreparable, she is also ready to take punishment.

Sure enough, song ran only glanced at her with cold eyes, then raised his feet and left, "your rank evaluation will be postponed this year, and you can inform the personnel department yourself."

She has always been clear about reward and punishment. There is no reason to easily forgive such a mistake.

And Shan Rao saw the lonely face of the young girl in front of him. He couldn't bear it. He raised his feet to catch up with him and stopped him with one hand, "wait a minute..."

Song ran suddenly stopped and looked up indifferently, "you don't have to think I'm inhumane now."

Shan Rao stood still. The woman's indisputable attitude made him a little dumbfounded. When he hesitated, the other party was already reminding him: "besides, her fault is because of you."

Her attitude was cold enough, but unexpectedly, after the man in front of her reacted, he smiled and shrugged, turned and walked side by side with her, and asked, "then I'm also wrong. How do you want to punish me?"

Song ran was speechless, but the knuckles hanging on his side slowly curled up.

Until he walked all the way to the parking lot, the man like a gummy candy still didn't mean to go away. Song ran thought that since he had been chased here by him, he always had something to say clearly.

So before getting on the bus, the two eyes collided. She slightly converged her eyes, put one hand on the door and looked at the man around her, "if you want to talk, come with me."

After saying that, she lifted her feet and got into the car. After giving an order to "drive", she conveniently picked up a pile of complex information on the seat next to her, only glanced carelessly and put it down again.

The woman at the moment has her own expectations for what will happen next, but she is cold and determined. It's like going on a date without too much attention.

On the other side, the man half narrowed his eyes and watched the figure of the woman who had just stepped into the door. He also opened the door and asked the waiting little attendant, "follow the car in front."

The car drove out of the hospital gate and stopped under a building about half an hour later.

Shan Rao rolled down the window and looked up to see the huge "Fengrui" sign. Her eyes were gradually cold. At this time, song ran, who arrived in the parking area before her, had got off. The assistant behind her trotted all the way to convey her meaning.

"Miss Song said that if Mr. Shan is willing to wait, he will wait for her here. She has something to tell you."

Shan Rao nodded, "I'll wait."

Then he saw the thin figure trotting all the way to catch up, and song ran had already stepped into the building and disappeared in the man's sight.

His body slowly leaned against the back of the chair, and his eyes became long and narrow.

Even the little attendant who had always been slow in thinking could not help frowning and suspicious, "Miss Song doesn't seem to be in the right mood today. What's the relationship between her and President Shang of Fengrui? Do you need me to send someone to check it thoroughly?"

Shan Rao crossed his hands in front of him, leaned back on the seat, closed his eyes and took a nap. After hearing this, he raised his hand slightly, "no, wait a minute."

He could see that Miss Song had many secrets in her heart.

But he doesn't want to dig out these secrets yet, because he's not sure what the consequences will be.

On the other hand, the president's office on the top floor of Fengrui building was in a mess. The man sitting in the office chair had just waved off a decorative crystal sculpture, and the sharp corner scratched the back of his hand. At the moment, a large amount of bright red blood was blooming.

He seemed not to care. After clenching his fist, he pounded on the table, making a dull noise of "bang Dang", and roared to several subordinates standing timidly in the corner next to him.

"Is it so difficult for you to find someone for useless things? I'll give you three days. If you don't find her, you'll leave one by one! "

At the moment, the "dada" sound of high heels stopped outside the door in time. The calm and cold woman hooked her lips after listening to all the vent of the man just now, and her eyes couldn't help showing contempt.

She turned her eyes to the assistant next to her, and the other party raised her hand and knocked on the door in front of her.

After waiting for a while, there was no surprise that there was another roar and scolded: "get out!"

Then, the door was opened from the inside, and a group of flustered men rushed out of the office with their heads shrinking. As a result, they looked up and saw the women standing at the door. One by one, their legs and stomachs were soft with fear.

What happened in Jincheng yesterday, after one night's fermentation, has basically been sent back to Fengrui headquarters in Kyoto. Everyone knows who caused Shang Zong's anger.

So seeing this scene, everyone present did not know whether to advance or retreat, so they had to respectfully call "Miss Song".

When Shang Ruiguang heard these three words, the fire started at the bottom of his eyes. He couldn't help looking up in the direction of the entrance.

The next second, the door was pushed open again. When the big men left one after another, song Ran's thin body appeared in front of him.

Before raising her feet to enter the door, she turned and told the assistant behind her, "inform the old man to come in fifteen minutes."

Then he stepped in alone and took the hand behind his back to the office door.

It was a mess. She carefully looked for an open space where she could stay, approached the sofa in the reception area bit by bit, and then sat down.

At this time, I looked up and noticed that the man standing behind the office chair looked gloomy, and the forced eyes looked like he wanted to eat people.

Her lips were slightly hooked, and the smile at the bottom of her eyes was in sharp contrast to it.

After adjusting a more suitable sitting posture, he raised his hand in the direction of the opposite sofa and chair, "sit down, don't you have a lot of questions to ask me?"

Shang Rui raised his feet. The soles of his shoes stepped on the broken glass and made a "creaking" sound. He walked in front of the other party, looked down and asked her, "are you Shao Yunchen's mistress? So help him frame your own husband? "

This groundless remark was obviously just to annoy her. Song ran smiled and saw through his mind. He leaned his body against the back of the chair and looked at him.

"Do you think all men in the world are like you? Shao Yunchen is better than you, not just in the principle of being a man. "

Song Ran's words, word by word, see blood.

The man listened and his breath fluctuated violently. He restrained his inner impulse to do it. There was only a little reason left. Before reminding him to completely tear his face, he still hoped to get something back from the woman.

Just like many times before.

This woman wants to play with him, but she won't force him to a desperate situation. After a slap, there should be a sweet jujube.

So he calmed his breath, sat down and asked her, "what are you looking for me for?"

"Divorce."

The two words that the woman spits out are like thunder, ringing through his ears.

Turn around and look at her again. It's also the usual cold and indifferent expression. It seems that what I just said is just a trivial matter worth mentioning.

Shang Rui quickly gathered a touch of light at the bottom of his eyes. He looked at her carefully, then buried his head in a smile and smiled for a long time, so that his cheeks on both sides were slowly dyed red. He leaned against the back of the sofa and pinched his chin with one hand and asked her, "divorce?"

"What if I say I disagree?"

He smiled for a long time, and his face became gloomy for a moment, with a strong provocative look. "If you want to file a lawsuit with me, it is tantamount to announcing that you miss song have not only been married long ago, but also had an extremely unfortunate marriage. I will let the media know that you have two children dead here."