After the divorce of a luxurious ex-husband

When Mr. Smith saw song ran, he didn't care about the feelings of his wife standing next to him. His eyes were always shining.

He received two glasses of red wine from the waiter passing by, and one of them was handed to song ran. "I've been here for two months and I've seen many beautiful women, but they're not as eye-catching as Miss Song."

A man always stops talking, but this does not affect his desire to express. After talking, the smile on his face becomes more obvious and the wrinkles around his eyes are gradually deepening.

Song ran took the glass and slightly raised his hand. "Mr. Smith is also elegant. Miss Yan has a good eye."

Yu Guang deliberately swept the woman standing next to her and saw that she was still smiling, and there was no half unhappy mood on her face.

The irony in her words could not have gone unnoticed.

So he paused, narrowed his eyes and politely said, "I heard that Mr. Smith's recent business focus is in Kyoto. When he is free, I must remember to let you know. I'm ready to prepare in advance and entertain you."

Referring to the business in Kyoto, the expression on Mr. Smith's face was obviously a little surprised, but it was just a moment. After Yu Guang noticed the face of his wife, he smiled quite officially, "must, must..."

It can be seen that, as Shan Rao guessed, Smith himself is not familiar with the business in Kyoto. All this is more likely to be the master of the nearby Miss Yan alone.

Presumably, having guessed the information he wanted, song Yanlin slightly converged his eyes before saying goodbye, looked at the woman who was looking at everything quietly next to him, and then smiled, "excuse me first."

With a slight nod, he raised his feet and stepped towards the depths of the banquet hall.

When the figure disappeared into the crowd, Mr. Smith frowned slowly. He changed his English to communicate with the woman next to him and asked her what Miss Song meant just now.

"Do you know the status of the Song family in Kyoto and even the whole country?" The woman gently raised her eyebrows and responded arrogantly to the man's questions, "I won most of the lost trade business of their family for you in less than two months... It's human nature for her to explore your details."

As she spoke, she shook the empty glass in her hand, and a proud and indifferent look gradually floated from the bottom of her eyes.

"I have no intention of spending too much time here." The man's dark blue eyes trembled, and then spread out his hands. The fundus of his eyes was filled with discontent. "You really have more and more ideas recently."

"OK..." then, without waiting for the man next to her to say anything, she frowned impatiently and interrupted, "I'll explain this problem to you slowly when I go back."

Most of the empty wine glass in her hand turned twice. Across the wine stained glass wall, she saw a man walking in another direction not far away. She smeared delicate red lips and suddenly hooked up, "honey, I'll see an old friend."

Shan Rao finally found the dark blue figure in the crowd. When he was raising his feet to catch up, he was stopped by a hand stretched out by his side.

He lowered his eyes, first looked at the blood red shining nails, and then recognized the tattoo on the other party's wrist, an exquisite peach blossom fan.

So you don't have to look up to recognize people, stare at the tattoo and hook your lips, "Miss Yan."

That's what he called her.

But after a while, he looked up again, looked at her, and then changed his mouth, "no, it should be Mrs. Smith."

In the face of the sarcasm in Shan Rao's words, Mrs. Smith did not change her face. She slowly took back her arm raised in the air and raised her eyebrows. "Why, go to find your miss song?"

After a pause, she wrapped her arms slightly and looked at the man up and down, "what attracts you to that woman? Is it because she was married, so it's more delicious?"

"Shut up." Poked into his heart, the man's face suddenly cooled down, and his eyes were soaked with cold breath. "I know that you were helping shangrui before Fengrui. I advise you to stay away from Song ran."

After saying that, the hand hanging on the side of the body tightened and pinched into a fist. The words were threatening, but there was not much threat in his eyes.

Some are only serious and serious.

Seeing him like this, the woman smiled, put her arms down slowly again, and her eyes paused on his face for a long time, as if she were observing something.

After a pause, she buried her head in a smile. "It's interesting. Your single son, how can women's taste be so strange? Can only divorced women enter your eyes?"

Smiling, the expression on his face slowly cooled down again. The last smile was stiff in the corner of his mouth. Then his eyes stagnated and counted carefully: "Shi Ran is like this, so is song ran..."

The man's heart beat suddenly at this moment, his eyes trembled, and there were only two words roaring in his ears - divorce.

"Song ran divorced?"

"She doesn't divorce. Why does Shang Rui deal with her so recklessly? You know, he will certainly not stay in Kyoto for long. Taking this move will cost a lot. "

Because she didn't express her surprise too strongly, so that the woman gave a slight meal after subconsciously answering, hooked her lips and said with a smile: "don't you even know these?"

That is to say——

In other words, song Ran's ex husband is Shang Rui.

In this way, many strange and inappropriate places have been explained before.

At the night of the amusement park that day, a woman could still behave so quietly in the face of her husband with soft Xiangyu in her arms. Now it's incredible to find out the situation and think about it.

After slowing down, he restrained all kinds of complicated emotions in his heart, lowered his eyes and coldly warned the woman in front of him, "I don't care what agreement you have reached with Shang Rui. For the things of the Song family, I only tolerate you to intervene in this step."

Mrs. Smith listened and chuckled with a sharp voice.

She slowly gathered her eyes, stared at the man's gloomy and deep face and said frankly: "to tell you the truth, I was not interested in the Song family. Who am I really interested in, do you know?"

Before the man could answer, she stretched out a finger and gently pressed it against his chest, like casually drawing a circle, "Shan Yuan is dead, but what he owes me has not been paid off. Including you, Shan Rao, if you hadn't brought Shi ran back to your single family, there wouldn't be so many things in the future... "

These words were originally simple and casual, but the more they went on, the more they showed some gnashing of teeth.

The man didn't wait for her to finish, he waved away her hand and looked coldly, "Yan Yan, about my brother's death, how many hands and feet did you do in it? Only you know best. His life is given to you. What do you think he owes you?"

It turned out that there was an untouchable boundary at the bottom of the woman's heart. She suddenly red her eyes and scolded, "the police have decided that Shan Yuan's death was an accident."

"Unexpected?" Shan Rao sneered at the speech, then stepped forward and pushed the other party's steps back, "is it really an accident?"

Slowly, they retreated to a corner together. After a silent confrontation, his body suddenly left and warned with reason and Indifference: "I haven't found you yet. You came to the door first. In that case, we'll settle the new accounts and the old accounts together."