After the divorce of a luxurious ex-husband

Song Ran's business in Kyoto slowly settled down, because most of the cooperation projects were forced to be suspended. During this period, the main work of the group was to deal with the next tax and audit investigation, but she was idle.

In addition to the basic eight hour working hours every day, there is little need for extra overtime.

Even occasionally, she would steal a lazy, stay in the house with the two little guys, and let the assistant pack everything at work and bring it when she gets off work.

Two days later, she began to ask her father, "if I can't do song as well as you did when you were young, will you blame me?"

At that time, Mr. Song was holding two pink dolls over his head, happily teasing the two little grandchildren in the stroller. When he heard that he didn't even lift his head for a while, he asked song ran, "what is excellence in your eyes?"

Song ran put one hand on the edge of the cart and her five fingers hung down. When she was thinking, she felt a warm force wrapped around her index finger. She looked down and saw her daughter laughing. She smiled and shook her hand.

She stared at the little guy's pink face and lost her mind in an instant.

At this time, my father's voice sounded in my ear, "you can be an excellent leader or an excellent mother. The specific positioning and choice depends on yourself. I don't ask song to do much in your hands, but I just hope you can feel like me when you are old and aftertaste your life."

When outsiders see Mr. Song, especially those who have seen his style when he was young, they always think he is a decisive businessman. Men's shrewdness and wisdom are always hidden under the calm appearance. Over time, fewer and fewer people really know him.

When the old man finished, he narrowed his eyes and asked the two little guys, "is Grandpa right?"

The little guys didn't understand, but they all smiled with great face.

Song ran generally understood the meaning of his father's words and gently sipped his lips, "don't worry, I know."

Seeing his daughter getting up to leave, song Fu also slowly restrained his smile, got up, pushed the stroller from the living room to the side, and asked her, "come with me."

They came to the study one by one. Song Fu pushed the stroller to the French window, let the two little guys bask in the sun, and nunuzui said to the desk, "in two days, old man Shan's birthday, you go for me."

After that, he bent over, pointed to the row of iris outside the window, and asked with a kind smile, "this is what grandma planted. Do you like it?"

Song ran stopped at his desk and looked back at the window.

At this time, the afternoon sun shone in through the window, and a golden warm sun shone on the old man's slightly thin back, which clearly illuminated his outline.

In Song Ran's memory, he didn't seem to have seen his father so lax.

How to describe it? She thought about it. It should be that she smiled a little too shallow. Her face was obedient and flattering, which was very inconsistent with the aura and dignity that old Mr. Song should have.

But in the twinkling of an eye, he looked at the two little guys lying in the car, holding their hands and waving their teeth and claws, and felt that the picture was harmonious and false.

She sank her eyes, restrained her thoughts, then collapsed two steps forward, stopped directly in front of the desk and saw the red invitation sandwiched between the two books.

He took out a look, then closed it gently, raised his eyes and expressed his attitude: "I don't want to go. If you don't want to go, I'll ask Xiao Han to prepare a generous gift, saying that you're not feeling well and can't take the plane."

The old man didn't seem surprised that his daughter would have such an attitude. He still bent over with a smile and looked at the two little guys as if he didn't see enough.

Smell speech lightly and charge a sentence: "you have to go."

Staring at the huge "single" word on the cover of the invitation, song ran strengthened his mind, put the invitation aside, turned his head and leaned against his desk, and his eyes fell on his father.

"The little son of the Shan family, you can see what he is thinking. I don't think it's necessary to meet." She paused, and her eyes tightened again. "I advise you not to have that kind of mind."

After hearing this, the old man finally straightened up, turned his head and looked at Song ran, with a smile on his mouth, "I don't move that mind. You plan your own life, and I don't interfere."

He frowned and meditated for a while. He thought of Shang Rui uncontrollably in his mind, but on second thought, he restrained that remark.

"Shan Rao has a lot of characteristics. You don't know yet." He picked Shan Rao as the topic, then paused, and his expression became a little serious. "There are other reasons for letting you go this time."

"Why?"

Song ran was always unconvinced and looked suspiciously at her father.

The old man slightly raised his eyebrows, raised his lips and smiled, "do you think your old father really didn't hear anything outside the window after he retired at home? Shang Rui asked Smith for support, which must mean that he plans to develop business in Britain. If he stays in Kyoto for a long time, he won't benefit... "

As song Fu said, song ran nodded and asked, "what's the relationship with the single family?"

"Where was Shan Rao before he returned home?"

After such a mention, she suddenly understood something. Her eyes suddenly turned and responded with two words, "Britain."

The old man put on a meaningful smile and waved his hand gently in her direction, "there are some things you can't hide if you want to hide. It's better to go and see for yourself. Maybe you can have some unexpected gains."

When he finished, he bent down to tease the child, shook the rattle in his hand, and the sound of "Dong Dong" should be stirred in this space with the crisp laughter of the two little guys.

Song ran was silent and took the lead in retreating from the study. At this time, the domestic servant just came in and led her assistant towards this side.

The assistant walked in a hurry with some documents to be signed and reviewed in his hand.

Seeing this, song ran gave a look at the next stairs and led the man up the second floor.

In the study on the second floor, the assistant spread out a pile of documents one by one in front of song ran. After the basic work report was completed, he took out the last data in his arms.

Song ran sat at his desk, staring at the information in front of him, and unconsciously frowned.

The assistant sniffed, reached out and pointed to one of the unclear photos, "this Mrs. Smith, the information has been confirmed. She is the eldest lady of the Yan Family in Nancheng."

"Yan family?"

Thinking a little, she seemed to have a little impression of the Yan family.

The assistant nodded and bent over to turn the information back one page. While listening to her, song ran turned the information back and forth, and finally set her eyes on the personal resume of Miss Yan.

In his early years, he was a university and graduate student in Shanghai. His education and work experience were not bad. Later, he was transferred to Britain. Within two years, he became a British trade tycoon and the second wife of Mr. Smith.

Staring and thinking for a while, she immediately waved her hand, "I know. Go out."

When they left, she stepped on the stairs into the downstairs study, opened the door and looked at the old man who was still teasing the children. She leaned against the edge of the door and responded faintly: "I will go to Mr. Shan's birthday banquet."