Ex-wife, Remarry to Me

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

"Today's meal is my treat. You don't have to save me money!"

Song churan looked at the plastic stool at his feet, and then looked at the folding table which was slightly greasy under the light.

It's not that she dislikes it, but the clothes on her body cost more than 20000 yuan, which is not easy to clean up if it is dirty.

"I didn't bring you here to save you money, but the taste of the store is really good." Qin Lang takes out two chopsticks from the chopsticks can and puts one pair 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 his body.

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just like soldiers, they have a sense of dignity.

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

But her step back a step, heard the other side not anxious, not slow said: "song churan, you used to lead such a day?"

Hear each other's words, song churan a Leng, she looked at each other's eyes, very surprised to ask: "how do you know?"

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

Song churan now also does not care what dirty, directly sat in front of each other.

She is not the daughter of the Song family. She is just an adopted daughter.

Therefore, in order to repay the kindness of the Song family and the honor and disgrace of the Song family, she could not easily divorce Lu Juncheng.

Because once divorced, she really has nothing.

She was curious about her, how he knew about her.

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

How on earth did he know?

What on earth does he want to do?

Song churan is full of hesitation staring at each other's eyes. She doesn't know what he wants to say when he brings her here, but she really doesn't want to remember the past!

Qin Lang looks at the tension on song churan's face. He says nothing but keeps silent.

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

Put it on the table, a gust of wind blows towards song churan, and the aroma of noodle soup is facing us.

She frowned and did not move her chopsticks.

After the boss sent two bowls of noodles to the table, he gave them a small dish of pickled vegetables.

Qin Lang didn't say anything. He picked up his chopsticks and started eating.

Song churan stares at Qin Lang for a long time, then picks up the chopsticks on the table, picks up the noodles and delivers them to his mouth.

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

"The taste of hand-made noodles is not comparable to that 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, 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. It's just because it's quiet here, and no one will listen to or pass on your words."

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

After a mouthful of delicious noodle soup, Qin Lang picked up a green vegetable and put it into his mouth. Then he looked up at Song churan and said with a smile, "how do I know? I'll tell you when I have a chance. But don't worry, this thing will never come out of my mouth. I have called you here today only 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 happened to you and Lu Juncheng, and you can't go back to the Song family, come to me!"

On the way back, song churan has been thinking about what Qin Lang's words mean.

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

After all, they don't know each other very well.

But it was a little strange that although the man spoke with a bit of threatening attitude, he did not seem to have any malice towards her.

But who is he?

By the time we got home, it was almost 12 o'clock.

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

She thought baijiaojiao was still here, but when she saw the quilts on the bed by the light of the living room, she felt a little bit lost.

Turn on the bedroom light, song churan stood at the door, looked at the bedroom, and turned to look at the living room, so big the house is only her.This kind of feeling, is really quite embarrassed!

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