After the divorce of a luxurious ex-husband

Back to the single house.

At the dinner table, the man always hung his eyes and ate the food, and always answered his mother's questions.

Shan's mother asked him, "have you seen how the layout is over there, whether the process is clear, and whether there are some distinguished guests your father wants to entertain specially? Have you arranged a seat?"

The man pursed his lips and answered carelessly, "it should be."

"What is supposed to be?"

Shan's mother was annoyed and stared at her son. She turned her head and looked at Shi ran sitting next to her. She looked puzzled, "what's the matter with him?"

Shi ran got up, filled a bowl of soup for Shan's mother, and replied with a smile: "don't worry, aunt. We've confirmed there. There's no problem."

After dinner, Shan Rao probably calmed down at this time. He straightened his face and repeated, "it's all done. Don't worry."

Then he pushed away the chair under him, got up and went straight upstairs.

After taking a bath, Yan Hao worked in his study for a while. As usual, Yan Hao brought a bowl of hot milk and pushed the door in. "Young master, it's time to rest. There are still a lot of things to be busy tomorrow."

Shan Rao leaned against the office chair, holding a thick book in his hand. He didn't lift his head when he heard the speech. He just raised one hand and waved it to show people to go out.

Yan Hao coughed twice and put the milk aside. Then he turned around. As soon as he came to the door, he heard that the thick book was "snapped" closed. The man suddenly stood up and shouted, "don't go yet."

He turned around and saw that the man had gone from the desk to the sofa next to him.

Sitting down on an independent sofa, Shan Rao drank milk and looked through the old newspaper he hadn't cleaned up in time a few days ago. He pretended to be nothing and asked, "how's Miss Song doing in Kyoto?"

"I've already handed it in. I don't know how Miss Song plans to deal with it." Yan Hao raised his eyes to observe Shan Rao's look.

"Then she didn't say anything?"

He still didn't care. He didn't even lift his eyelids when asking questions.

"No more." The other party scratched his head, as if he suddenly remembered something, and "Oh" said, "by the way, she said she wanted to thank you for this. If you need help in the future, you can mention it to her at any time."

"No?"

"No... what else should there be?"

The man showed some annoyance, threw the newspaper aside, then looked up and drank the milk in his hand, and waved his hand to urge people to leave, "let's go, let's go, don't bother me."

Yan Hao pursed his lips, stared at the empty milk cup in his hand, and thought about whether to reach out to pick it up, but he looked like he wanted to eat people. He simply turned his head and left the room without looking back.

When the sound of closing the door sounded in his ears, the man who sat down again on the sofa became deep in his eyes. He stared at the white cup in his hand and whispered, "jealous?"

In a flash, he shook his head again, "it's impossible."

After several tangles, he simply got up and went downstairs with the cup in his hand. As a result, as soon as he came down the stairs, he heard a banging sound from the direction of the restaurant.

Taking advantage of the two wall lamps in the living room, he strode over and opened the door of the restaurant. He saw the woman sitting at the table holding a large bottle of red wine, "Gudong Gudong".

The man's face turned black in an instant. After stepping in, he brought the door back.

He knocked the cup in his hand heavily on the table, and his gloomy eyes fell down. After staring at the little panic, he recovered a calm woman.

After drinking more than half of a bottle of wine, Shi Ran's face was tinged with a faint blush. She narrowed her eyes and scolded with a smile, "why didn't she make a sound when walking? It scared me."

Shan Rao walked across from her, grabbed the wine bottle, shook the almost bottomed bottle body, and looked at her indifferently, "do you know how much this wine costs a bottle?"

The woman shook her head, held her chin in her hands and looked at him drunk. "Give it to me, finish it for me."

The chandelier above her head sent out a dazzling light. The woman raised her head high, and a pair of half squinted fundus was illuminated with a few glittering lights.

If you don't pay attention, your nose will be sour, and your voice will be torn and dull.

The man looked at her in silence. Finally, the smile on her face could not be stretched. The corners of his mouth trembled and gently opened his mouth: "brother, you look like your brother..."

Then, realizing that it was wrong, he lowered his head, put his hands on both sides of his cheeks, and covered his eyes with his palms. After a moment, the palms became wet.

Immediately, her shoulders trembled, so silently fought with the emotions in her heart, and finally endured most of the tears.

When she put down her hands again, she sighed deeply, stood up on the table, smiled and said, "forget it, I won't drink."

With that, she raised her feet to go out of the restaurant. When she stood at the door, she took two strong breaths before she opened the door in front of her.

"Drink."

Before she stepped out of the restaurant, the man put the bottle back on the table. "Drink if you want."

Shi ran turned his head and leaned against the door of the restaurant. He didn't go there. He just asked faintly, "do you miss him?"

What you get is the expected silence of the man.

"In my bedroom this morning, I saw my aunt secretly wiping her tears." She smiled again, a little deserted in her smile, "and uncle, he didn't go downstairs all day and didn't eat a mouthful of rice."

After a pause, she looked at the man standing at the table like a statue and asked again, "what about you, Shan Rao?"

"He's gone."

After a long silence, the man's voice was cold.

"Yes..." the woman's body shook and seemed to fall into some kind of memory. "Unknowingly, it's been a year."

She smiled twice. She didn't go on. She wiped two tears and sucked her nose. "Oh, forget it. There are still a lot of things to be busy tomorrow. Let's have a rest early."

The woman was thin, turned and stepped out of the kitchen. The shadow was quickly swallowed by the dim light in the living room.

But a man's heart seems to fall into the deep sea.

The sense of oppression from all directions almost suffocated him.

A year ago, the accident of the single family was the death of the young and promising young master of the family. As the second childe of the single family, Shan Rao, who has not been valued, had to abandon his hard won world in Britain and return to Shanghai to take over the important task originally undertaken by his eldest son.

So far, most people still think that the once powerful young master of the Shan family is studying abroad, and they don't know that he has left the world.

For his brother's death, the man has always buried all his emotions in his heart.

If Shi ran hadn't made such a fuss today, he might think he had really let go.

At the thought of this, he gave a little self deprecating smile, then took a bottle of red wine out of the nearby closet, took the wine and walked calmly upstairs.

He knew that Shi ran wanted to say that it had been a year unknowingly. If Shan Yuan had not died, she would have been Mrs. Shan.