After the divorce of a luxurious ex-husband

Her footsteps stepped out, and unexpectedly, the woman behind her hurriedly chased out. Before she wanted to rush up, she was suddenly buckled by the man with beard.

When song ran looked back, she saw that her face was red and her hands were powerlessly tapping the hand on her neck. She looked like she was going to die at any time.

She was slightly dissatisfied. She glanced faintly at her cross eyebrows and stopped drinking: "let go."

The bearded man hesitated, but obediently released his hand. Then his body stubbornly blocked between Song ran and the woman. He reached forward and said fiercely, "if you have anything to say, stand away."

Liao Qiu held the wall for a long time before he took a breath. Then he stretched out his neck and tried to look into song Ran's eyes. "I agreed to all the conditions you said. I still have the evidence that I was cheating on the tax accounts at that time. Will my grandmother really be all right?"

"Don't worry."

Song ran took his eyes back from the man who looked like a mountain in front of him. "I've got all the evidence you said. If I can't do it, I can't come to see you today. Just find someone to send you directly to the prosecutor's office."

After saying that, she turned her head again and walked out of the door all the way.

When he went down the stairs again, Yan Hao and the man he named to follow were still behind him.

One of the men held his mobile phone over Song Ran's head with a light and protected it carefully all the way. The other man followed her all the time, neither fast nor slow.

Aware of this, song ran turned to ask Yan Hao, "what kind of business does Mr. Shan do? He needs a group of well-trained bodyguards around him?"

Stepping on the last step, Yan Hao, who was caught off guard when he heard the problem, scratched his head, "it has nothing to do with business. Our young master is..."

Halfway through the conversation, he noticed something wrong and simply waved his hand and stopped saying, "in short, our young master is a good man. He arranged for them to come because he was afraid of Miss Song's insecurity."

Song ran stopped at the door of the car, turned his head and looked at the man next to him who still stubbornly held his mobile phone. His light eyes swept over. The man quickly responded, extinguished the light of his mobile phone, and retreated a few steps back to keep a short distance.

"All right." She took back her sight, looked at Yan Hao, opened the door again, bent down and stepped into the car. Before she stepped into the car, she calmly expressed her attitude, "just know what kind of person your young master is."

Then he nodded gently, "but thank him for this."

Listening to song Ran's tone relax, Yan Hao smiled shyly, "our young master hurried back to Hushang to prepare the master's birthday banquet, and he will come back again. If you thank him, you can keep it and tell him in person when he comes back."

Song ran stooped down and sat in the car. Hearing this, she raised her eyes and glanced faintly. Then she didn't answer anything, so she took care of herself and brought the door.

What should be said, she had made it clear that day. I think Shan Rao is not an indifferent person. Moreover, she has no intention to investigate those trivial matters.

At present, there are things that interest her more.

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Two days later, in a star Japanese food store in Kyoto.

Shang Rui was led by the waiter in kimono. After turning a few corners, he finally opened the curtain of one of the private rooms, changed his shoes at the door, and stepped in again.

Behind him was a young woman wearing a mask and a cap.

The young woman followed him into the door. After changing her shoes, she stood by the door and looked at the woman who was kneeling at the table and cooking a cup of sake.

Looking at her appearance of about thirty-five or six years old, she was wearing a dark and straight thick hat behind her, wearing a light gray beret and delicate heavy makeup.

Her posture is comfortable and leisurely, like a person who pays attention to life. There is a sense of picky nobility between her gestures. However, she has a pair of upward looking Danfeng eyes. With her makeup, she looks a bit aggressive.

Liao Qiu only glanced at it and paused there. After a standoff, he raised his feet and walked in.

The woman took up the porcelain green sake pot and glanced carelessly when pouring wine into the cup in front of her, "are you the girl Mr. Shang said? Take off your mask and let me have a look. "

The voice fell, and the wine pot knocked gently on the table in front of me, making a sound that was neither light nor heavy.

When Liao Qiu heard the speech, he gently "um", took off his mask and hat and put them aside. Then he knelt down on the side, "I'm Liao Qiu. President Shang recommended me."

Shang Rui glanced at Liao Qiu, smiled and stretched out his hand, "this is Mrs. Smith, and Mr. Smith are mainly engaged in foreign trade in Britain."

In the gap between the men's openings, Mrs. Smith had raised her eyes again, looked at the woman in front of her carefully, and then lifted up her bright red lips with a smile.

"It looks really smart. When you arrive in the UK, I can give you the right to operate a branch. As long as you have the ability, your future is all right."

Women always speak slowly, with a superior momentum.

Liao Qiu raised her eyes and observed quietly. After a pause, she summoned up the courage to question, "I'm not sure that the promises you gave can be fulfilled at that time. After all, Britain is a strange country to me. Before leaving here, I must confirm some information."

"How do you want to confirm?" Liao Qiu's insidious aggression in her words angered her. In between, she gently picked up the wine glass and swept her eyes while drinking. She reminded her, "don't forget, you have a case now. The longer you stay here, the greater the chance of being watched by the Song family."

"So..." Liao Qiu's brow tightened when he grasped the key information. "Ask me to trap Fengrui for tax evasion. Mrs. Smith is also very clear about this?"

"It's not something you should worry about." The visitor's eyes were alert for an instant, but without waiting for a response, Shang Rui had coughed in advance with a cold warning, "I'll give you three days to consider. Whether you go or not after three days, Yunteng won't take you in again."

The conversation on this side was at an impasse for a moment, while in the private room on the other side, song ran was looking at the computer picture in front of her eyes.

The shaky picture sometimes reflects Shang Rui's face and sometimes the face of a woman with red lips.

"She's not English?" The woman condensed her eyebrows, operated the mouse to cut off a fairly clear picture, "check what background."

The assistant's cell phone just rang "Ding Dong". She opened the screen, stared at the picture on the interface, and gently "um" said, "I'll check it right away."

Leaning against the back of the chair, he half narrowed his eyes and looked at it for a while. He seemed to be thinking about something. At this time, the picture in front of him shook again. The woman in the picture was getting up from her seat and raising her feet to the door.

Then there was a light sound of opening the door next door.

Song ran briefly hooked her lips, closed the computer in front of her, waited for a while, then stood up, "I'll go to the bathroom."

Along the low eaves, turn a few corners and finally come to the door of a bathroom.

When she opened the door and went in, she saw a well-dressed woman mending her makeup in front of the vanity mirror. Song Ran's eyes didn't turn for a moment and went straight to the innermost compartment of the bathroom.

When she came out again, her steps were about to go to the washing table. The woman turned unexpectedly, took the lipstick in her hand, and stabbed song ran in front of her chest.

She reacted, stepped aside and stood still with a calm expression on her face.

Mrs. Smith looked a little surprised, but she put away her lipstick in time and smiled apologetically, "sorry, didn't pay attention and didn't dirty you?"

"It doesn't matter." Song ran also followed shallow to hook his lips, "it's just a lipstick. Even if it's dirty, it's harmless."

After that, he slightly collected his eyes, ignored the people around him, and continued to go to the washing table to wash his hands.