After the divorce of a luxurious ex-husband

When the time passed zero, there were fewer and fewer vehicles on the street. All the way, except for the light of street lights, the area belonging to commercial activities was basically a dark shadow, quiet and desolate.

Song ran leaned against the back of the co driver's seat and rested with his eyes closed. During this period, his throat moved several times. Because he was hungry in his stomach, the car bumped again, and there was a wave of nausea.

Mu Ming drove and looked around for two times. He still turned around and asked the woman around him, "now all the restaurants are closed except the small stalls in the night market. Why don't I take you home? You call your aunt to prepare something to eat first?"

He originally wanted to invite song ran to his apartment. He was good at cooking and served her a meal. But on second thought, it was not appropriate to go in and out like this because he was lonely and widowed and late at night.

Song ran didn't guess his worries, but when he heard about returning to song's house, he slightly waved his hand and rejected the proposal, "just go to the nearby night market and have some noodles."

Song's house is nearly half an hour's drive from here. Song ran knows her current state. If she doesn't eat anything, the sour water in her stomach may be uncontrollable at any time.

Besides, she didn't plan to go back to song's house today. After eating, she had to go back to the company. After taking a nap, there were still a lot of things waiting for her to do.

Just because she doesn't panic doesn't mean she has nothing to do.

Mu Ming hesitated after hearing her words, but he turned the steering wheel and went to the night market.

Less than ten minutes' drive, they got off in a crowded parking area nearby, then walked to the nearest noodle restaurant on the street and ordered two bowls of noodles.

After all, the sanitation of the stalls in the night market was worse. Mu Ming looked around and found a fairly clean square table. When he was taking a paper towel to wipe it back and forth, song ran, who was next to him, had already stepped out of his long legs and sat down.

"Go after eating. It's not so particular."

Her lips were white, looked a little weak, and her voice was torn.

Mu Ming stooped slightly, then smiled, put the paper towel aside, and calmly sat opposite, "I thought you wouldn't get used to it when you came."

In his impression, the college sister was cold, aloof and had a serious obsession with cleanliness.

"Why not get used to it?" Song ran took a pair of chopsticks from the side and glanced in the direction of the boss with facial paralysis. "I'm not a senior lady. I'm served three meals a day. It's impossible to waste a few hours a day to go to those high-end restaurants for food and clothing."

She also suffered a lot, but because of this identity, people will naturally think that it was just her good life and cast the right fetus.

Even Shang Rui always thinks so.

Song Ran's simple explanation convinced Mu Ming, but he still laughed when he thought of things in college. "I remember when the university just entered, you were a teacher assistant and collected our paper homework instead of him at the end of the term. One of the girls' homework was wrinkled. You immediately called back and said that others' paper was not clean."

At that time, he and song ran didn't know each other. It was also because of this matter that he felt for the first time what kind of person song beauty with different praise and criticism in that group of people was.

To tell the truth, when she looked at her holding other students' homework and left arrogantly, she didn't have a good impression of her.

Song ran Ning's eyebrows seemed to be thinking, but she had no impression of the past mentioned in Mu Ming's mouth.

"Really?" She hooked her pale lips. "I don't remember."

Thinking of the past, the originally locked eyebrow was stretched for a few minutes. At this time, the boss with facial paralysis happened to bring her face. She stretched out her hand to take it and listened to him go on.

"Later, the girl directly handed the paper to the teacher. After a while, she received a punishment for copying her homework." Mu Ming's noodles were also brought up. He picked up a handful with chopsticks, but when he saw the other party eating quietly, he unconsciously put it down and looked at her with his eyebrows. "Later, I learned that you mean when you say her paper is not clean."

After Mu Ming's reminder, song ran was also vaguely impressed, but at that time she was already preparing for graduation, and her family's enterprise work had begun to take over. She had less time to stay in school, so she didn't pay attention to these anymore.

"I've also studied your subject. I've read both large and small papers at home and abroad. Her paper starts with plagiarism and should be punished."

At that time, she had been reminded from the side, but the other party thought that she was deliberately finding fault or handed in her homework intact. The final result was not worthy of half of others' sympathy.

She likes to leave room for song Ran's work, but if the room left is also overstepped, the other party should be prepared to bear the final result in advance.

Thinking of this, she ate another mouthful of noodles. A little spicy flavor mixed in the soup rolled into her throat, choking her cough twice and her face soon turned red.

Mu Ming noticed it and turned to see the muddy barley tea in the transparent teapot next to him. After thinking, he still got up and went to the vending machine not far away, "I'll buy you some water."

The man got up, raised his feet and walked away. Song ran slightly adjusted his breathing. When he sat still, he suddenly felt two figures nearby.

Slanting eyes looked at the past, they saw two rascals with flower arms and sleeves deliberately rolled up on their shoulders.

One of them also carried a baseball bat on his shoulder, deliberately tilted his fluffy head and looked at the woman in front of him, "beauty, why don't you come to dinner with your boyfriend?"

When he said that, he wrinkled his brow and freed up a hand to touch his chin, "what's the meaning of eating only noodles? Why don't you come with me, brothers? Take you there and eat whatever you want. "

Song ran Duan was sitting there and saw a group of staggering young people standing behind the two gangsters.

She probably understood something. Her eyes gradually tightened, crossed the crowd and looked at the man who had just stood in front of the vending machine and was unaware of all this.

Then he slowly lifted his thin lips, and a sharp cold light flashed in his eyes. He raised his eyes and looked straight at the little gangster headed by him, "I've found the right time. I'm afraid I've been staring at it for a long time? Who hired you? Did you find out before you started? What will happen to you if you offend the Song family? "

In front of this woman's powerful aura, the two men who were originally aggressive were stunned one after another. After looking at each other, the little gangster carrying a baseball bat weighed the pole back and forth in his hand, and then smiled with a ruffian face.

"What song family? I don't know what you're talking about? I just like you. I want to flirt. If I get caught, I just go in and squat for two months. It doesn't matter. "

With that, she quickly gave a look to the people behind her, and someone rolled up her sleeve to pull her arm.

"Have dinner with brother Kun. It won't do you any good. Don't worry..."

Song ran hid sideways. The little gangster threw himself into the air. He was already a little unhappy. He took two steps forward and persuaded him maliciously.

The aunt fishing for noodles saw it and quickly lost the bowl in her hand to persuade, but she was directly overturned to the ground by a small gangster nearest to her.

She sank her eyes and saw the middle-aged woman lying on the ground crying. She bent down to help people up, got up slowly and looked coldly at the gangster, "I'll go with you."

This surprised the group of people, especially the little gangster weighing the baseball bat. At this time, touching his chin, he was really interested in the woman in front of him.

"It's a little interesting." He smiled, pushed away the little attendant behind him and made way with them, "then go."

Song ran held her breath and stepped forward. When she was thinking about how to deal with it, she saw the man who had just flashed from the side and stepped in front of him in three or two steps.

He was broad and thick, put his hands in the pockets of his trousers, blocked her way with his body, and looked over with a little ruffian smile.

"Mr. Shan?"

She was more or less surprised, but she made up her mind inexplicably.