After the divorce of a luxurious ex-husband

Yan Yan didn't have time to return to Nancheng because she was busy buying a single trade project in Shanghai.

When the acquisition process is halfway through, it is found that there is a shortage of capital flow and a fault in the interest chain. If you want to re engage, you must inject a large amount of money.

The project is a money making project, but she doesn't have enough money on hand.

Therefore, during this period of time, I ran between Britain and Shanghai and never made time to go back to Nancheng.

Until two months later, the bad news came from Nancheng and Yan Yuanqiao died in the hospital.

At that time, the woman had just returned to Shanghai from England and had already made an appointment with Shan Rao. She was caught off guard when she received the call. The whole person seemed to have been distracted and sat down directly on the side of the road.

Before long, Shan Rao also got the news from Song ran.

The man leaned on the sofa and smiled, "I heard that she and Yan Mo have never been able to get along. Has she completely collapsed this time?"

Song ran stared and tapped the keyboard, "is it right? Just go and have a look."

After hanging up, the landline at hand rang again. Song ran thought it was an internal line, so he didn't pay attention to the caller ID. unexpectedly, after he wanted to connect, there came a long lost dull voice.

"It's done for you. Mrs. Smith has left England."

On the phone, Shang Rui's voice was stuffy and full of fatigue.

Song ran, who responded, was still stunned for half a second. His fingers holding the phone curled up subconsciously, hooked his lips and responded: "I know, thank you."

She was as quiet as usual. She didn't even speak clearly, so she wanted to hang up.

Shang Rui on the other end of the phone seemed to have guessed her mind, slightly raised his voice and interrupted, "you're not curious. How's it going?"

Song Ran's hand about to hang up the phone stiffened, then looked up at the time of the clock on the wall and said politely, "I'll have a meeting in five minutes."

"Let me make a long story short." Shang Rui restrained his eyes and explained clearly: "Mr. Smith doesn't intend to intervene in the market outside the UK for the time being, so he won't give Yan Yan support in terms of funds. As far as I know, he is already preparing for divorce."

Divorce was one of the demands song ran made when she gave the book to Shang Rui earlier.

She could see that Mr. Smith didn't have much real feelings for his wife, so it wasn't difficult to provoke the relationship between the two people.

As long as Shang Rui inadvertently reveals some of Mrs. Smith's actions in China, there will be contradictions between them sooner or later.

Yan Yan married Smith in order to revenge Shan Yuan. As for Smith, it's even simpler. He just wants to use Yan Yan to get Shan Rao's company industry in the UK.

Therefore, it is not surprising that the two people who first combined because of their interests and finally parted ways because of their interests.

So when song ran heard this, he just smiled calmly, "I know."

Yan Yan's father's death has cut off Britain's backing. Yan Yan's current situation is difficult.

Song ran, who hung up the phone, was tidying up the meeting materials on the table while smiling and shaking her head. She was a little curious about what kind of mental state Miss Yan, who has always been arrogant, is at present.

Song ran can see a lot more in her life if she is a living person who breaks a good hand.

After the meeting that night, she sent a consolation message to Yan Mo on her mobile phone. The next day, she rushed to the cemetery in the eastern suburb of Nancheng to attend Mr. Yan's funeral.

It happened to rain that day. Song ran, dressed in a black suit and holding a plain black umbrella, stood at the end of the crowd and remained silent like others.

At this time, a human figure suddenly came in under the umbrella. When I looked closely, I didn't accidentally recognize that the person was Shan Rao.

The umbrella just pressed on the man's head. Song ran looked up and saw that his dark eyelashes were covered with small drops of water, and his black suit was wet, showing the outline of different depths.

I swallowed all the words I had to rush people back, and silently raised my umbrella a few points higher.

Seeing this, Shan Rao smiled very solemnly, bent over her ear and asked, "Why are you here?"

When you ask this, you are ready not to wait for a response.

Sure enough, song ran just tilted towards herself with an umbrella, and there was an atmosphere of refusing to communicate all over her.

Shan Rao didn't give up. He wanted to say something, but he was caught off guard and interrupted by a loud noise from the front of the crowd.

Immediately, trivial comments came from the originally silent crowd. Someone pretended to move forward inadvertently. Soon, the vision exposed to song ran was blocked.

As song ran expected, Yan Yan will not live in peace at Yan Yuanqiao's funeral.

In silence, she turned her head and saw the figure standing in the shade of the tree in the distance. She hooked her lips and smiled faintly.

Mu Ming was wearing a gray jacket. His eagle sharp eyes under his cap just stared at the crowded crowd in the distance. He stood for a while, suddenly zipped up his jacket, buried half his face under the erect collar, turned his head and strode away.

When song ran looked back, he happened to see the back of the man when he left.

When his eyes were about to take back, he suddenly noticed the surge of people around him, and the vision originally covered by the crowd lit up again. The women coming from them were fierce and overbearing, which provoked people to avoid one after another.

Song ran remained calm and slightly raised her eyebrows, waiting for someone to come.

Until she stood still in front of her, she looked people up and down with disdain and called, "Mrs. Smith..."

After a pause, he changed his mouth as if suddenly enlightened, "no, should I call you miss Yan again now?"

Today's Yan Yan wears a thick black smoky makeup, her long hair is tied into a bright black ponytail, and she is also obliquely wearing a black pearl hat for decoration.

"Miss, today is the master's funeral. Let's talk about it another day..."

The old housekeeper followed her and held an umbrella for her. Seeing that the atmosphere was wrong, he wanted to dissuade her, but he was forced to choke back by the other party's eyes. Then he sipped his lips and dared not say anything more.

Yan Yan hung her hands on her side and clenched them into fists. Soon her whole body was trembling with anger.

She knew that things would not be so simple. Her father should not die suddenly. Smith should not divorce her suddenly. Even in the trading industry in Shanghai, someone dug a hole and waited for her to jump.

She knew she had chosen the wrong person to challenge, but she was still unwilling to admit her mistake.

"Song ran, I didn't allow you to attend my father's funeral." As she spoke, she raised her palm and slapped it very quickly and fiercely.

Song ran subconsciously avoided, but the reaction of the men around him was obviously faster. Before she could escape, his hand had been firmly clenched by him.

Shan Rao's eyes were filled with anger, and the strength of grasping the other party's arm increased obviously. Seeing Yan Mo's intention to stop, he pushed people away and warned: "this is not where you start."

Yan Yan was pushed and stumbled into Yan Mo's arms.

Seeing that she was going to attack again, the man immediately clamped her in his arms with his hands.

Yan Yan, who couldn't break free several times, roared like a crazy lion.

Seeing this, song ran showed indifference and looked at her gently. "I'm sorry, Miss Yan. President Yan invited me to come. I don't think you are the master of the Yan family now."