After the divorce of a luxurious ex-husband

When Yan Hao arrived at the hospital, he received a message from assistant song ran. At this time, Shan Rao was communicating with the doctor and wanted to take his wallet out of his pocket to pay the bill.

But after reaching out and groping around, I didn't touch anything at last.

When he was frowning, the man behind him patted him on the shoulder, "young master, your wallet was picked up by Miss Song. Her assistant is going to send it to you."

Then he poked the mobile phone chat record in front of him.

Shan Rao didn't want to look at the content of the chat. Just hearing the words "Miss Song" was enough to make his slightly tight eyebrows completely comfortable.

"In that case..." he patted the man next to him on the arm. "This account can only be settled by you. I have no money in my mobile phone."

After that, he couldn't help touching the plush little guy who was cowering in the corner, "it seems that you've brought us a bridge. It's unreasonable not to take you in this time."

Naturally, the fluffy little guy couldn't understand what he was saying, so he could only respond with two soft "meows".

When the assistant went to deliver the wallet, song ran was having lunch in a nearby restaurant. After waiting for about 20 minutes, she saw the woman hurried back from the glass window, "Miss, Mr. Shan is coming."

Song ran sank her eyes and soon saw the man behind her, walking calmly with a snow-white flower ball in her arms.

The man stepped into the door, pulled a chair opposite song ran and sat down. He smiled and joked, "Miss Song, it's really fate."

Song ran had just finished the meal in front of her. Most of her attention was attracted by the unknown creature in the man's arms, "where did the cat come from?"

"I just saved it by the side of the road. If it weren't for it, we wouldn't have met so accidentally." As he said this, he gave way slightly and let the little guy show his face.

"I can't see that Mr. Shan is still a caring person."

Song ran stared at the cat and didn't show too much emotion, but on second thought, he quickly responded, "you didn't order the meal in the hotel yesterday?"

Before the man answered, she guessed through the subtle expression changes on the other party's face, and then asked, "you said you were on a business trip. What's the difference in coming to this small town?"

A series of questions made the man a little dumbfounded. He calmed down and automatically ignored the first tacit question and only answered the second, "business secrets. Miss Song wouldn't want to buy such important business information from me with such a small favor?"

"Business information?" Song ran suddenly understood something and said, "if I understand correctly, has the single family done a good job in tourism in recent years?"

When she guessed some possibility, her eyes became more sharp. "My father said you have unique insight. I don't know if Fenghuang ancient town can be regarded as a geomantic treasure to be developed in your eyes."

Referring to Fenghuang ancient town, the man's eyes trembled. When he looked at Song ran again, the bottom of his eyes slowly became meaningful.

He exclaimed to himself. Unexpectedly, he thought that the woman would have such sensitivity. In addition to being surprised, he was more filled with appreciation and admiration in that moment.

He likes smart women.

It's better to know his mind at a glance.

Shan Rao, who was exposed and hesitated for a short time, didn't hide it, but smiled and nodded, "I always feel that we two are in tune. This tacit understanding is not so easy."

When he finished, the little guy in his arms turned uneasily, put out his head, and then stretched out a claw in an attempt to climb onto the table in front of him.

At the moment, song Ran's inner thoughts are very different from this man.

This man's speech is frivolous. He has a pair of hooked peach blossom eyes, which are picked up and matched with the ruffian spirit. He really doesn't look like the second young master from the famous family.

It's more like a young man from the market class who makes a roll call. Such a person usually has enough hardships that ordinary people can't eat, so he will lie and wrap his ambition with that evil spirit.

On this thought, she couldn't understand him.

But at present, she still kept the usual coldness on her face and broke his fantasy with a smile. "If I'm right, Mr. Shan should come here a few days earlier than me. You learned about the plan of external bidding in Fenghuang ancient town in advance. Your first reaction is to find someone with the right to intervene in the city to communicate..."

She was not slow, her tone was light and slow. Shan Rao listened. She didn't feel a little interested. She nodded with her eyebrows, "is that so, what's wrong?"

He thought so. Yesterday, according to the expected plan, he talked about the communication to an ideal degree. This morning, he planned to visit the ancient town, but he met the little guy in his arms on the way, so he temporarily changed his way back.

Song ran didn't want to explain too much, but then he also put forward a clear position, "everyone strives for it according to their abilities. As long as it's not an informal means of competition, I can gladly accept any result."

At this point, Shan Rao naturally understood, and his thin lips gently stirred up, "so... I say I have a full tacit understanding with Miss Song, isn't it wrong?"

He didn't seem to care much about the result that they became competitors, but he was happy about it.

Song ran looked at him and finally gently pushed away the chair under him and stood up. "I don't think so. At least in terms of policy, we don't think the same."

Before leaving, she took a look at the little guy in the man's arms. The white fur was still stained with a few wisps of blood. The wound had just been treated in the hospital, but it didn't look very good.

"Mr. Shan has a cat?"

About cats, song Ran has some childhood memories, which are not very clear memories.

The topic involved individuals. Shan Rao was slightly surprised, and then showed his signature ruffian smile, "I have raised a lot, about hundreds."

Seeing that he didn't look like a serious conversation, song ran had no desire to go on. Before leaving, he only asked coldly, "Mr. Shan doesn't look like a person suitable for raising a cat. I advise you to think clearly before adopting it."

If you can't take care of it properly, it's better to find a better family for it at the beginning.

The man understood the meaning of song Ran's words. His long and narrow eyes stared at the figure and pushed open the door to go out. Only then did he gently hook his lips, "I think you don't know me enough."

But he thought optimistically that there would always be a chance for her to understand.

Song ran once had a cat. When she was very young, the cat was lost when she took it out to play, and she never found it again.

Since then, she has never thought about keeping pets.

Just like this time she got away from her failed marriage, she also planned to be lonely all her life.

She pushed the door out, and the little assistant who had been waiting outside the door caught up with her. Before she came to the parked body, she opened the door and waited.

Before stepping into the door, she lifted her eyes and glanced lightly, "the attendant of your Mr. Shan has a good relationship?"

The assistant quickly opened the door of the driver's seat and went in. When he was wearing his seat belt, he hurriedly responded: "no, I'm not familiar. I also want to set a formula from him to see if Mr. Shan deliberately followed you."

Song Ran's cold eyes didn't reveal anything.

The assistant seemed embarrassed for a while. When he started the engine, he glanced back and said with a smile: "I heard that Mr. Shan opened a pet shelter and adopted hundreds of cats and dogs in Britain."

The woman closed her eyes and didn't respond to her words.

But some thoughts in my mind turned around and just matched the conversation with him not long ago. At that time, I looked evil and calm with a smile, combined with the sentence "raised hundreds of them", which was not light and not heavy. It always made people unconsciously listen to it as a joke.