After the divorce of a luxurious ex-husband

In the evening, driving south after the suburbs, two black cars just stopped in front of a dilapidated apartment building about ten kilometers away.

The door of one of the co drivers was opened, and a young man came down. He walked three or two steps to the back seat of the car behind him, opened the door, and welcomed down a cold woman.

Song ran was wearing a Black Slim narrow shoulder suit. After getting off the bus, she first looked up and looked at it. Then she frowned slightly and asked the man around her, "is this it?"

"Yes." Yan Hao stretched out his hand and pointed up, "people are on the third floor."

It was getting late. Several street lamps were lit outside the apartment building in turn, but looking up, there was a dark mass on those old lamps, which almost covered the light that was not bright enough, so that the line of sight was so dim that it could not even see the corridor in front of us.

The assistant nearby turned on the light with his mobile phone. Song ran raised his feet, stepped on the potholed cement path with high heels, and walked up carefully.

The apartment looks like a unfinished project many years ago. Only the basic outline has been built. There are still red bricks outside the wall. All the way up, the balcony of the staircase warehouse is not sealed, and the air is filled with a faint musty smell.

If he hadn't come in person, song ran could hardly imagine that there was such an unexplored boundary in Kyoto.

On the way to the third floor, a resident was connected to the left and right of the stairs. On the left was a wooden door, which was half open and didn't look like someone was living. Song ran naturally turned his body to the right, stared at the rusty iron door in front of him, and asked the man who followed him, "here?"

"Yes." Yan Hao nodded, took two steps up, raised his hand and knocked at the door.

After a while, the door was opened from the inside. Looking at them through the crack of the door was a strong man with stubble on his face.

Song ran frowned slightly, looked the man up and down, turned his head slightly, and glanced gently behind him.

The three or five men stood side by side, each big and strong, but they didn't look like ordinary local ruffians. Along the way, they didn't have a word of superfluous nonsense except to observe carefully from left to right.

Before lifting her feet and entering the door, she smiled faintly, "your single young master is really unfathomable."

Yan Hao sucked his nose, pretended not to understand, took the lead in pushing the door to the end, and then put on the posture of inviting people, "Miss Song, people are inside."

After crossing the threshold, the first thing to come into view is a square wooden table in the center of the living room. There are some water and food on the table. In addition, there is an earthy yellow sofa spread next to it.

Then she went on for a while and stopped in front of a lacquered wooden door. She looked at the people nearby. The bearded man stretched out his hand and turned the door handle open.

With a bang, the pushed door hit the brick wall next to it, bounced back, and was beaten back by the man's fist.

This was so startled that the woman sitting on the sofa hugging her knees shrank again, then raised a pair of frightened eyes from the end of her messy hair and stared at the visitor.

Apart from the three or five strong men, what she recognized at a glance was song ran.

"Miss Song..."

His dry lips moved up and down, then he fell down from the sofa, tore at his hoarse voice and repeated, "Miss Song."

Song ran frowned again. She stood outside the door and stared at the woman who looked a little embarrassed not far away. Her expression was gloomy at the speed visible to the naked eye.

"Miss Liao." Her red lips gently stirred up and asked, "should I call you Liao Qiu or Liao Qing?"

Two days ago, when she was blocked at the door by a group of strong men, she had guessed the specific reason. At this time, song Ran's appearance also confirmed her guess.

She stretched out her hand, pulled out the messy broken hair in front of her forehead at will, and simply said frankly: "the tax evasion of Fengrui is my hands and feet. Since you found it, I don't mean to defend myself."

"Yes." Song Ran's eyebrows gradually stretched, his eyes turned around in the narrow space, and finally fell on the shelf next to him. "You know, once such a high amount of financial crime is sentenced, will he be in prison for several years?"

A mountaineering bag was placed on the iron gray shelf. The zipper of the bag was open, revealing a pile of gray clothes. Song ran went to the side, picked up one of the White Chiffon sweaters with his fingers, and took out the passport pressed below.

The Mou Guang glanced lightly and said with a smile, "how many benefits does Shang Rui give you? He agreed to give you a British green card and even let your family move there. In this way, if you leave Kyoto forever, you can always get rid of the stain in your career. "

Referring to his family, Liao Qiu's eyes changed color, and a burst of fire gathered at the bottom of his eyes, "did you check my family?"

"It's not difficult to check."

Song ran didn't deny it. After closing his passport, he waved it gently and handed it to the assistant next to him. Then he looked at the old man again. "Your grandmother's operation has just been completed. At present, she has recovered well. She can be discharged in two months."

Song Ran is not good at threatening others. She thinks it's not a legitimate means, but this time in front of Liao Qiu, she took the lead in breaking the rule.

In fact, she didn't say a word of threat, but the other party had obviously felt the dangerous smell. As soon as she heard the word "grandma", her eyes flashed, and then her body fell to one side, holding the dusty ground with her hands.

"I'm sorry for you. I'm sorry for the Song family. I'm willing to go to jail and be punished. You can vent your anger as you want, but don't touch her. She has a bad heart and can't stand the toss..."

As he spoke, the salty and wet tears fell on the ground and were wrapped in ash.

"As long as you go to jail, the judgment will be sent to your family. She will know sooner or later."

With her eyes down, song ran stared at the woman under her, numb and calm in her heart.

After that, she was silent for a while. Jing watched her continue to cry until she was tired. She leaned against the sofa leg next to her. The bottom of her eyes was dead silence.

The light on the top of her head was dim, which made everything around her look a little old. Song ran raised her wrist and looked at it for a while. Then she said calmly: "the harm you have done to song is an established fact. Whether your crime is known to the public or not, the situation facing the Song family is irreparable. This is also the reason why Shang Rui won't really help you, Even if you are caught, it has no big impact on him. "

After a pause, before the other party asked questions, she went on: "I can promise not to move or let Shang Rui move your family, but before that, I need you to do something for me."

The air was silent for two seconds, and the woman who slowed down opened her eyes. Then she trembled and asked, "what's the matter?"

When asked, the hope ignited in the bottom of her heart at that moment was annihilated again. Her lips and teeth moved and shook her head helplessly, "I won't hurt anyone again. Shang Rui just wants to send me out now, and he won't believe me again..."

"Harm?" Song ran flashed a light of contempt at the bottom of his eyes, and then sneered, "I won't let you hurt him, but he will send you to England. He should always arrange for you how to settle down after you go. After all, you sold your life for him. It's not too much to ask... "

The room opened a window to the south. The old glass sliding window was shaken by the wind and made a sound of "bang bang bang". Song ran Ning eyebrows held his breath and felt that the musty smell in the narrow space seemed to be stronger after the wind had just passed.

Without this leisure, she turned to the door and asked her assistant, "I'll leave other things to you. I'll wait for you on the bus."