After the divorce of a luxurious ex-husband

Why did yuan's daughter try her best to follow the company and must rub Shan Rao's car to the dinner scene? At first, the man didn't quite understand.

He didn't notice the problem until the car stopped downstairs of the hotel, the woman got off the car with his arm on her face and walked forward in the surprised and curious eyes of the people around him.

With a cold face, he took the arm away from each other's hands, walked forward quickly and greeted some old elders who happened to get off at this time to celebrate their father's birthday.

While chatting casually, they raised their feet to the direction of the elevator entrance. Miss yuan was left aside and stunned for a long time.

After the reaction, he was about to catch up with his skirt and was stopped by Yan Hao, who was quick-sighted and quick-sighted next to him. "Miss yuan, it's inconvenient for us to be alone now. This man Zhou has a good relationship with our master and can't be neglected. If you have something to say, you might as well wait until he's finished..."

Yuan's daughter's powdery face collapsed. In the face of a cautious man, she was not capricious in the end. After a shallow smile, she raised her feet to catch up with them, keeping a distance of almost an arm from the two people.

Finally, the same elevator went to the banquet hall on the top floor. At this time, not many people came, but also many.

The two old people of the single family had already come in advance. Shi ran accompanied them to entertain the guests who had already arrived. As soon as master Zhou stepped out of the elevator and saw today's old birthday star, he naturally accelerated his pace and went to say hello.

Miss yuan seized the opportunity, put her long skirt back and lifted it. As she wished, she was stepped on by the same person who got off the elevator behind her, so she stumbled forward and suddenly grabbed the arm of the man in front of her.

Shan Rao only felt the force on his arms sink.

The color of the eyes was a little cold, and the steps were a little. Looking back, I saw the woman's red cheeks and a look of panic. The man who had just accidentally stepped on him was bending down and apologizing, "I'm really sorry, miss, I didn't pay attention. I'm really sorry..."

Miss yuan grabbed the man's arm and wanted to stick the whole face to each other to apologize to the visitor. She also looked wronged but put her hands in a reasonable way, "it doesn't matter. It's also my own carelessness."

Shan Rao stopped there, slightly moved aside and made way for the way from the elevator exit to the banquet hall.

There were people coming and going along the way. He glanced at the painful woman under him and asked without emotion, "are you okay?"

"Nothing." He shook his head and suddenly said wrongfully, "it seems that his foot is sprained."

Then his hands climbed more firmly, straightened up and pleaded with big watery eyes, "can you help me sit inside?"

The man still had no expression or conversation.

Just then, the next elevator door opened, and another wave of guests rushed over. Among the people getting off, there was a dark blue figure.

The woman is tall and tall. With ten centimeter high heels, she sets off the figure decorated by the introverted long skirt more eye-catching. It takes almost no effort to let the man standing there recognize it at a glance.

His eyes trembled unconsciously, and his throat rolled up and down.

But she didn't seem to see him. From the moment she came out of the elevator, she had been half lowering her eyebrows and talking to an old man with gray hair nearby.

There was a light smile on her face, which didn't seem alienated, but it didn't seem to be easy to get close.

At that glance, the man calmed down all afternoon, his heart jumped wildly, and his soul seemed to be hooked away.

He sank his eyes and raised his feet to catch up, but he had to think of the current situation. At the same time, he was hampered by the power on his wrist.

So he said coldly, "if you're not feeling well, I'll let Yan Hao take you to the hospital."

Then I have to feel my cell phone out of my pocket.

Seeing this, Miss yuan immediately panicked and stopped, "no, it's not so serious. There's no need to go to the hospital."

The mobile phone had been taken out. The man looked away from the screen. First, he looked at the woman's face, which had become wronged after a little panic, and then looked at the arm around her arm.

After a moment of silence, the other party finally released his hand and watched the person eagerly lift his feet and leave.

Song ran entered the banquet hall. The old man with her was an elder who had done business in Kyoto earlier. As soon as the old man entered the door, a woman in a white evening dress came to say hello.

"Mrs. Smith, why are you here?" The old man's muddy eyes lit up and then smiled and asked, "is your husband here?"

"He's here, too."

Mrs. Smith, with a not sincere smile on her face, said and pointed in the direction behind her. "He's standing there, the one in a white suit."

The old man looked in the direction of her finger and naturally raised his feet there.

Song ran, who was standing on one side, never spoke, but looked at the visitor with a smile like nothing in the corners of her mouth.

Obviously, the goal of Mrs. Smith will come is not the old man just now, but the Miss Song who stepped into the door with the old man.

"What a coincidence, Miss Song." The woman's face was thick with fat and powder, but her makeup was exquisite. She said hello politely and distantly, and then stretched out her hand.

"Miss Yan, it's a coincidence."

Song ran also responded with a smile of the same meaning and gently shook the delicate white hand.

She deliberately called the other party Miss Yan instead of Mrs. Smith, and the meaning was very clear.

Sure enough, although the expression on the other party's face was not much surprised, his eyelids hung hesitantly. Then he smiled and said, "I said that the meeting in the Japanese material store that day didn't seem like a coincidence. I shouldn't have such fate with Miss Song?"

This woman always has a domineering and strategic aura, which is different from Song Ran's alienated and cold temperament.

Facing the woman's speculation, song ran didn't mean to deny it. He just smiled and asked, "what does Miss Yan mean? I think I have the intention to investigate you?"

The two women looked at each other, silent for a while, and their complex and unrelenting emotions flowed in their eyes.

A moment later, a slightly old voice came out of my ears.

"Yo, madam, this beautiful lady is..."

The man's voice is thick, and the pronunciation of Mandarin is a little difficult.

Song ran took back her eyes and looked in the direction of the voice.

Mr. Smith is striding towards this side. He is wearing a white high set suit, holding a white coat with spotted red, white hair and obvious wrinkles on his face.

According to the information provided by Shan Rao, Mr. Smith is nearly 60 years old. Song Ran is not surprised to have such physical characteristics, but he is still somewhat unaccustomed to seeing him turn around twice before he and miss Yan.

However, it was natural for song ran to hide his emotions.

With a shallow smile on her lips, she listened to the smiling introduction of the woman in front of her, "this is the eldest lady of the Song family I mentioned to you before."

In the interval of speaking, the man had come over, quite intimate and naturally touched his wife's waist. At the same time, his eyes fell directly on Song ran, looked her up and down without scruples, and then his eyes brightened and brightened.

Song ran pretended not to notice, smiled and reached out, "Song ran, Hello, Mr. Smith."

The man was so busy that he took out the hand around his wife's waist, gently held song Ran's hand, then lowered his eyes and kissed her gently on the back of her hand, "I learned two words in your country. It's nice to meet you."

The man's eyes bent with laughter.