Ex-wife, please remarry me

The man turned around with a faint smile on his face, then went to a small table and sat down. He looked up at Song churan standing at the table and said with a smile, "sit down!"

"It's my treat today. You don't have to save money for me!"

Song churan looked at the plastic stool at his feet, and then at the folding table with a little oily light under the light. He was a little afraid.

It's not that she dislikes it. It's that the suit she wears costs more than 20000 yuan. It's hard to clean up if it's dirty.

"I didn't bring you here to save you money, but the taste of this shop is really good!" Qin Lang took out two chopsticks from the chopstick tube and put one in front of song churan.

Then two hands on the thighs, raised his head, a pair of deep eyes staring at Song churan's face.

His back was very straight, so there was an indescribable momentum all over him.

Like a soldier, there is a sense of dignity.

And this sense of dignity made song churan want to escape.

But she stepped back, and heard the other side say: "song churan, didn't you live such a life before?"

Hearing each other's words, song churan was stunned. She looked into each other's eyes and asked in surprise, "how do you know?"

"I have a long story to say. Are you sure you want to stand and listen?"

Song churan now also don't care what dirty, directly sat in front of each other.

She is not the Song family's own daughter, she is just an adopted daughter.

Therefore, in order to repay the Song family's kindness and honor, she can't divorce Lu Juncheng easily.

Because once divorced, she really has nothing.

She was curious, how he knew about her.

Because these things are a long time ago, no one will know.

How on earth did he know?

What does he want to do?

Song churan stares at each other's eyes with hesitation. She doesn't know what the other party wants to say when they bring her here, but she really doesn't want to remember the past!

Qin Lang looks at the tension on song churan's face. He doesn't say anything but keeps silent.

Soon, the owner of the noodle shop, an old man with gray hair, came out of the shed with a bowl of spring noodles in his hand.

Put on the table, a gust of wind blowing towards song churan, the aroma of noodle soup face to face.

She frowned and did not move her chopsticks.

After the boss put two bowls of noodles on the table, he gave them a small plate of pickles.

Qin Lang did not say anything, picked up chopsticks to eat.

Song churan stared at Qin Lang for a long time, then picked up the chopsticks on the table, picked up the noodles and sent them to his mouth.

I don't know how the boss makes this bowl of noodles. The soup looks very clear, but the noodles taste very good.

"Hand made noodles don't taste as good as those made by machines outside."

"I don't think you brought me here just for a bowl of noodles?"

Qin Lang looked up at Song churan, and then said with a smile, "don't talk to me in that kind of negotiation tone. My name is Qin lang. I don't mean to bring you here today, just because it's quiet here. No one will listen to you and spread your words around."

"It seems that your sense of confidentiality is quite strict, but you haven't answered my question just now. How do you know about me?"

After drinking a mouthful of delicious noodle soup, Qin Lang picked up a green vegetable and put it in his mouth. Then he looked up at Song churan and said with a smile, "how do I know? I'll tell you later, but don't worry, it won't come out of my mouth. I called you here today just to say a word to you

When Qin Lang said this, he suddenly stopped. He looked at Song churan, sighed, and then said, "if something happens between you and Lu Juncheng and you can't go back to the Song family, come to me!"

On the way back, song churan always thought about what Qin Lang's words meant.

She didn't remember this person, and she didn't quite understand why the man said these words to her.

After all, they are not very familiar.

But it's strange that although the man spoke with a threatening attitude, he didn't seem to have any malice towards her.

But who is he?

When I got home, it was almost twelve o'clock.

Turn on the light, close the door, stand in the porch to change shoes, song churan carrying a bag, the action is very light to open the bedroom door.

She thought Bai Jiao Jiao was still here, but when she saw that the quilt on the bed was neatly stacked by the light of the living room, she felt a little lost.

Turning on the light in the bedroom, song churan stood at the door, looked at the bedroom and then turned to the living room. She was the only one in the big house.

This kind of feeling, is really quite embarrassed!

Put the bath water, song churan took a glass of red wine into the bathroom.