After the divorce of a luxurious ex-husband

"Shan Rao is not like an ordinary rich young master. He was used to being raised since childhood. Before his brother's accident, he didn't have deep contacts with his family. His career in Britain also depends entirely on himself, bit by bit."

Referring to the past, Shi Ran's lips lightly pursed a faint smile, and only said two words, the look spread away, as if trapped in his own memory.

Song ran still didn't bother, holding one hand in front of his chest and holding the tea cup in the other hand, took a sip.

In fact, she is still a little curious about Shan Rao.

Sure enough, after a pause, she continued with a smile: "before he graduated, he cooperated with several classmates and started trade and investment in the UK. In the early stage, he lost a sum of money because of experience and market problems. Later, those partners who cooperated with him chose to stop one by one, so in the end, he was the only one left in the five person team who was still insisting."

"For this reason, he suffered a lot. After graduation, he was short of funds. He rented other people's waste balconies and ate overnight rotten rice. Because in foreign countries, it was more difficult for Asians with yellow skin and black eyes to start a business. From time to time, someone came to make trouble, and he became that evil bastard temperament."

Speaking of this, she suddenly turned to ask song ran, "do you also think that he is different from the young masters who come out of ordinary rich people's homes?"

"Yes." Song ran collected her eyes and recalled seeing the scars on the man's back in the hospital. She couldn't deny it.

"Later, his trading company slowly improved and expanded from a small company to a large enterprise. Before he knew it, he became a famous local trading tycoon. Of course, all these are his hands down rivers and mountains. No one is qualified to question his harvest... "

After a pause, the woman's shallow smile, which had been infiltrated in the fundus of her eyes, faded, and the conversation changed. She said with some regret: "unfortunately..."

"Unfortunately, it hasn't been two years. Because of the changes at home, he had to give up everything there and turn back to Shanghai. When he came back, I saw him nest in his study all day, doing only two things day and night, studying copywriting data and smoking. "

With a laugh, he raised his eyes and observed song ran, "did I say a little more?"

For the first time, someone whispered some irrelevant words in her ear, but she didn't have the feeling of rejection in her heart. Even listening, she would unconsciously form a picture in her mind.

The young master of the single family, with his fluffy broken hair on his head, nestled in the dark study. While holding a cigarette, he frowned to look up the data, which is very consistent with his image in Song Ran's mind.

So quietly, he put down the teacup and asked, "you seem to know him very well?"

Hearing this question, Shi ran was stunned at first, then buried his head and smiled: "I have been following him since his third year of business. I know what hardships he has suffered most. Can you imagine a famous young master in Shanghai who fought with local ruffians on the streets of England because of the problem of collecting protection fees, and then broke his head, and insisted on not going to the hospital because of the problem of medical expenses? "

After thinking about it, she shook her head slightly. "There are too many such things. At that time, I once thought that he was a college student supported by his family like me."

In the future, Shi ran didn't seem to have the meaning to say it again, because it would inevitably associate with Shan Yuan, the man who only appeared in her life for less than a year, but brought a lifetime of pain.

Song ran always listened quietly, didn't disturb that emotion, and didn't reveal his attitude too much. However, after a long silence, he obviously felt a bit of moist smell in each other's eyes, and his voice suddenly contained a thick nasal sound.

She drew back her eyes and looked away.

Shi ran took the opportunity to wipe the corners of his eyes, calmed his mood, sighed briefly, and then got up, "I have to accompany my uncle and aunt to entertain other guests. If you don't like the noise outside, Miss Song, take a rest here. I told the waiter outside that no one will disturb you."

"Yes." With a faint, um, sound, her eyes became soft. After watching people step out, she suddenly took them back and looked at her with her side eyes, a look of wanting to talk and stop.

"Is there anything else? Miss Shi. "

She raised her eyes and asked.

Shi ran scratched his lips, thought for a moment or explained, "Shan Rao's experience abroad, even the two old people at home still don't know. In fact, I have nothing else to say to miss song. I hope you don't think I'm talkative."

After a pause, she smiled again, "I can see his thoughts on you, Miss Song. This is the first time in so many years. In fact, I am very happy for him. Although he is sometimes ruffian, in fact, the real words in my heart are buried in my heart. So no matter what your attitude is, I always hope to have a chance to let you know more about him. "

After saying that, she didn't wait for song ran to make a statement. With a slight nod, she raised her feet and stepped out towards the entrance.

Leaving song ran, he stared at the tea that had cooled down in his hand, and his eyes gradually became dark.

At most, she is willing to admit that she appreciates Shan Rao.

Because she appreciates all promising young people like him who rely on their own personal efforts. In contrast, Shan Rao's soul is much more upright and pure for those who try to find a shortcut by making friends with the upper class on the pretext of unfair life experience after birth.

In this way, there seems to be an essential difference between him and Shang Rui.

I don't know why. Song ran, who was aware of this, was not in a good mood. She looked wan. She put aside the tea cup in her hand, looked around in the private room of the lounge, then got up and raised her feet to the door.

As soon as song ran left the lounge, the man hurried from the other side. He looked down at the waiter at the door and asked, "who's in there?"

The waiter nodded cautiously, "just now Miss Shi told me that Miss Song was resting inside, but just now someone went out again."

"Out?"

Shan Rao's eyes stagnated, turned his head and looked at the shuttle crowd.

At this time, song ran was washing her hands in the bathroom and raised her feet to the banquet. When she passed a busy bar, she heard a slightly sharp voice shouting.

"You took the wine away before I finished drinking it. Do you mean to find me no pleasure?"

The voice was somewhat familiar. Song ran took a step and looked sideways. Sure enough, he saw that the little daughter of the yuan family was poking a waitress's head with her index finger, venting her dissatisfaction.

The waitress bowed her head and made a submissive apology. "Sorry, miss, I'll prepare a new one for you right away."

In fact, it was not someone who accepted her wine that made Miss yuan dissatisfied, but the person who accepted her wine but didn't recognize her as the miss of the yuan family.

Sure enough, seeing this, song ran raised her foot and walked over, stretched out her hand and blocked the finger she was going to stretch out again. The waitress next to her was saved, so she immediately burst into tears and shouted two words of "Miss Song" gratefully

Song Ran is Miss Song, while yuan's daughter is only a miss.

Miss yuan's face turned black and her expression became more ugly.

Song ran looked down at the woman without saying a word. For only a moment, she could see that people were hairy all over and instinctively avoided her sight.

Seeing this, she didn't say anything more. She just turned her head and gently asked the waiter, "you can go."

"Ah..." Miss Yuan passed behind her and wanted to speak again. Song ran bluffed again.

"This is not your home, Mr. Shan. Even if your father comes, he will give you some thin noodles."

She gave a faint reminder, and then she didn't mean to deal with too much. She raised her feet and walked forward again.