After the divorce of a luxurious ex-husband

After the two children returned to the Song family, song ran also sold the house in Beijing and directly moved back to the song house.

Except for those two little lives, her life seems to go back ten years ago.

At the end of the day, just before work, her assistant came in with an express box. She looked hesitant and said it was a package sent by Mr. Shan.

Song ran raised his hand and struck something on the keyboard. Hearing the speech, he only glanced at the small box and asked: "open it and have a look."

After opening it, the little assistant gave a slight "ah", took out a card and a handful of carefully wrapped dried flowers, "Mr. Shan is really interesting. He coaxed us miss song as an ordinary little girl."

She said, and emptied the foam in the box, and turned it over, confirming what diamonds and jewellery were hidden in it.

Song ran didn't care, but if it was really something valuable, she would just go back the same way. However, she didn't see a handful of dried flowers from the famous hall, which made her hesitate.

After stopping the action in his hand, he raised his eyes and saw that the assistant was taking off the plastic film wrapped outside the bouquet. Then he handed the card and the flowers to her and asked with embarrassment: "what should I do?"

Song ran sank her eyes, took the card first, opened it, and saw two lines of natural and unrestrained pen words.

"Three years ago, I went to Provence. It took me three days to understand that the purpose of my going there is to bring you back this handful of flowers."

There is a line of small words in brackets under the signature, "it matches the empty vase on your desk."

At the moment of closing the card, I felt uncontrollably for the whereabouts of the empty vase. I looked around my desk and didn't see it. I asked my assistant, "where's the vase I brought back from Japan?"

"Huh?" The respectful assistant stood a little stunned, then turned and pointed to a row of storage cabinets behind him, "you said you didn't like the aroma of the flowers, so I put it away."

Seeing that she had raised her foot to get it, song ran slowed down again in an instant and raised her hand to stop each other's footsteps, "forget it, put these things away."

She threw the card in her hand onto the handful of dried flowers, got up, picked up the windbreaker coat on the back of the chair, and went to the direction of the clothes hanger next to her to get the bag. "Go on a business trip with me tomorrow and go back to prepare tonight."

Having said that, he raised his feet and left. The assistant behind hurriedly packed up the things on the table. Seeing that people didn't want to stay, he hurriedly asked, "do you need any reply from Mr. Shan?"

Song ran had already stepped out of the gate and walked forward suddenly. After a short thought, he looked back, "come to song's house at seven o'clock tomorrow morning. My father asked me to bring back black tea from abroad. Also, you can send me a copy to old Mr. Shan and ask him to taste it in the name of general manager Shan."

When she had finished, she left straight away.

The little assistant watched the figure disappear into his sight. Although he didn't understand the meaning very well, he couldn't refute anything. He continued to pack his things after a slight "um".

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The next day, song Ran's assistant followed the instructions, returned to song's house after sending things, and picked them up to the airport.

The air ticket is booked in a riverside city near the south. She has traveled a lot with song ran on business, but this city is the first time since she joined the job.

"I heard there is a phoenix mountain. The phoenix trees on the mountain have been for many years. Now it's time to bloom. The mountains are red. It must be spectacular."

On the way to the airport, the assistant kept talking carefully. As he said, Yu Guang always looked at Song Ran's face through the rearview mirror.

The woman glanced her head out of the window and looked bleak, but she listened to most of her words, so she said, "you can take half a day off tomorrow afternoon to have a look."

The assistant pursed his lips. Somewhat surprised, he hesitated and asked, "why don't you go and have a look?"

Song ran worked when she should work and rested when she should rest. It was like divorce, which had no impact on her.

In the eyes of outsiders, she will inevitably think that she is pretending to be brave.

Therefore, the assistant's attitude towards her is more cautious than usual.

"No."

The woman slowly closed her eyes, gently spit out two words, and then added, "I'll sleep in the hotel."

The journey from Kyoto to Phoenix is not short. It was evening when the plane landed. They took a taxi at the airport and checked in directly at the hotel booked in advance.

Coincidentally, the only five-star hotel in the city is at the foot of Fenghuang mountain. The architectural style is quite local. For the occasion, they call the hotel here "inn".

The hall on the first floor of the inn is decorated in the local red wood style, but when you go upstairs, the layout of the rooms is no different from that of general star hotels. Song Ran's room is on the top floor, and the assistant's room is facing her downstairs.

I didn't want to go out for dinner, so I called the delivery service. Then I sat at the desk outside the suite, turned on the computer, took a look at the assistant who was packing for her, and told me, "you don't have to be busy here. Go back first."

When the assistant stood up and raised his feet to go outside, he heard a cold voice behind him, "take the ticket stub and send a circle of friends."

"Huh?" She walked and turned around with an unidentified face, so, "didn't you say that the whereabouts of daily business trips can't be easily..."

At this point, he suddenly stopped talking and said, "I know."

Miss song doesn't need to ask more reasons for what she wants to do.

And the woman who is buried in dealing with her work e-mail has no intention of answering her questions.

About ten minutes later, the circle of friends with photos of the hotel and the airport had been freshly released. The intimate assistant cut the picture and asked, "is this OK?"

She smiled and casually answered the word "good".

After getting a positive response, the assistant at the night market stall near Baidu, who went out with his slippers and was using his mobile phone, was more relieved and boldly prepared to buy food downstairs.

Because I kept my head down all the way, I didn't notice that when the elevator door just opened, the man who came out of the door and brushed past her stepped and stared at her with an incredible face for a long time.

Until she took her cell phone back into her pocket, the man hurriedly turned around and walked away.

After turning the corridor, he entered the next stairwell, smeared and climbed up one floor to the top floor, "bang bang" knocked on the door somewhere.

The man inside the door just came out after taking a bath, wrapped in half a bath towel and was going to wear clothes. After hearing the impatient knock on the door, he frowned, lost his clothes and walked over in three or two steps.

Open the door, support the door frame with one hand, and stare at the visitor with an unhappy face: "what's the matter with you?"

Facing the sight, it was the man's strong chest. Looking down slightly, it was the well-defined abdominal muscles. Yan Hao swallowed his saliva silently, stretched out his hand and pointed back, "this, I just saw Xiao Han..."

He stammered a little, and his eyes were nowhere to put.

Because he was suspected of having an improper relationship with his young master earlier, he would be more sensitive in this regard. As soon as he finished speaking, his ears turned red.

Shan Rao didn't know it. He pulled down the towel on his shoulder and wiped the water stains that spread from the tip of his hair to his chest at will. Ning Mei asked, "which little Han?"

"Yes, Miss Song's assistant!"

The words fell, and the shame covered bath towel in front of me also fell. My eyes just stared at the place where I shouldn't stare, and my heart jumped up in a moment.

"Little, young master..."

Yan Hao's throat tightened, stretched out a finger and pointed to somewhere in the man's body, "your bath towel, dropped..."

The next second, I heard a "bang". Suddenly, I was hit on my nose by the door. It hurt so much that I almost fell to the ground on the spot.