Ex-husband, Behave Yourself

On the third day of new year's day, another snow fell in Kyoto.

Just after lunch at the Song family table, shangrui raises his wrist and takes a look at the time. After that, he pushes aside the table under his body and gets up. Obviously, he doesn't mean to stay any longer.

"The company has a project meeting, so I'll go back first." He nodded with the old man sitting at the main table, maintaining basic politeness and respect.

The old man's expression is dignified, but just not light not heavy ground should a, rush to the person wave, "go."

I didn't look up for a second look.

Shangrui looks as usual and greets his mother song before leaving.

He and song ran didn't have much communication. Before leaving, they didn't even ask her for her opinions. The two old people just looked at their daughter's quiet eating and did not speak much.

Just as I was about to step out of the restaurant and go to the door of the villa, the aunt who served at home suddenly pushed the door in and reported, "master, someone is visiting."

The old man's face did not change, only asked: "who?"

Shang Rui's steps suddenly stopped because he heard that it was not other people who came to visit him. It was Shao Yunchen, the former president of Longteng.

Although he tried to restrain himself, there was still a little shock on his face.

He kept silent and continued to raise his feet to the gate. As he passed the gate, he happened to brush his shoulder with Shao Yunchen, who was coming towards him. They looked at each other and kept a basically peaceful smile.

When Shao Yunchen came in, Mr. Song had already moved from the restaurant to his study. He ordered people to make good tea and invited him to his seat with a smile. "I guess you're coming too."

Shao Yunchen sat down opposite the old man of Song Dynasty with a respectful look. "I should have come to visit you. I hope I don't blame me for being late."

Shao Yunchen is not sure whether you Mao will be able to make a good start as soon as the time for you Mao to officially put into operation is approaching.

"I'm a businessman. I pay attention to win-win cooperation and mutual benefit. I hope Mr. Shao will not disappoint me."

In the afternoon, my aunt knocked on the door and continued two pots of water, but they were still chatting with each other.

The father of Song Dynasty is a straightforward man in his heart. The family status of the Song family today is the result of several generations of inheritance, among which the father of song can be called a first-class meritorious official.

Seeing that it was not early, Shao Yunchen got up, tidied up the buttons of his suit, and responded with a smile: "please don't worry. Part of my confidence in you Mao comes from myself, and the other part is from you, Mr. Song."

After saying goodbye to the Song family, he wanted to take a taxi to the airport. Walking on the roadside, a silver gray car suddenly stopped in front of him. He stared and saw the man in the back seat of the car.

"Before the end of the year, Mr. Shao took the trouble to come to Kyoto." Shangrui said coldly, then opened the door, and said: "the car is not easy to play, so I'll give you a ride."

After a brief confrontation, Shao Yunchen grinned.

It was not intended to refuse, but at this time an empty car happened to pass by, and he reached out to stop it.

He opened the door, turned to shangrui and said with a smile: "it seems that there is still a little bit of fate between my monk and me."

With his long legs, he bent into the car and told the driver to go to the airport if he had no spare time.

In the silver gray car, the man's eyes were suddenly gloomy to the extreme, and his whole body exuded a fierce and frightening aura. His elbow supported the window glass and ordered the assistant in the front passenger seat to "check the old man's recent activities."

Habitually answer the voice, a way: "know, still general."

After that, he felt a shadow close by. The assistant looked at the past and subconsciously exclaimed, "Miss Song..."

When Shang Ruixun's reputation passed, he saw song ran, wearing a light gray down jacket, standing by the window and staring at him, "do you want to intervene in my father's affairs now?"

Her words were cold, but somehow she was contemptuous and sarcastic.

Shangrui opens the door and looks at the woman across the body after getting out of the car. Calm should face: "it's not a hand in, just understand."

Song ran chuckled and refused to comment.

She put her hands in the pockets of her down jacket, and one of them held the car key. She put the key on the roof of the car and threatened to leave.

"I'll live here for a while and drive your car away."

She turns to walk, shangrui's eyes from Song ran, picks up the key to the roof, and then runs to the garage of song house.

Rare, two people walk side by side, toward the same destination, when they don't talk to each other, the picture is permeated with false and beautiful illusions.

Finally, not surprisingly, or the man first broke the silence, "your father invested in Shao Yunchen?"

She did not answer with a mockery of her lips.

As she said goodbye in front of the garage, she looked up at the indifferent and alienated man and reminded him, "in a sense, he is also your father."

This is extremely ironic to shangrui, but he does not refute it.Now he's more concerned about other things.

Song ran looked through it and chuckled, "I don't mean to invest in you Mao. I'm sorry, I can't help you this time."

Before turning to the entrance of the villa, he seemed to suddenly think of something. "Oh," he turned back. "The expected income of this investment is a considerable number. After the operation mode is stable within half a year, he will have the energy to clean up the mess of Longteng. Don't blame me for not reminding you in advance."

Looking at the tall figure stepping into the villa gate, shangrui looks gloomy to the extreme, and then goes around to the garage to pick up the car. When driving along the street, he still repeats song Ran's words in his mind.

It only takes half a year. He firmly believes that half a year is enough for Shao Yunchen to stabilize more than half of the market in Nancheng if Mr. song really supports him. After that, you Mao and Long Teng are at the same time. Maybe the scale of profits will be far greater than that of Fengrui.

There was a fire in his eyes when he thought of it.

Indignantly, he slapped the steering wheel, then suddenly made a sharp turn at a crossroads, and the car body sped away in another direction.

In winter, it's always dark and fast.

By the time he stopped at the door of the familiar amusement park, his sight was dim.

After getting out of the car, I went all the way to the photo studio along the path. The dim yellow streetlights set off the snow that had not yet melted, which made the world in front of us pale.

Shangrui in such a white line of sight, occasionally looked up, saw the two entangled together.

Eyebrows slightly twisted, subconsciously stopped the pace, the whole person into a green bamboo forest behind him.

Qi Feng's voice can be distinguished from the rustling voice. From shangrui's point of view, we can see that she is trying to break away from the man's hand and yell: "yes, I am with him, so what? In what capacity and qualification do you have to question me now? "

Under the dim yellow light, the woman breathed out a long breath of mist. I don't know whether it was because of the mood fluctuation or something else. At this time, she was panting heavily and her face was flushed.

She pointed to the side of the road, "you get out, things have been made clear, we do not have to meet in the future."

"Even if you want to revenge me, can you not spoil yourself?" Gu Zheng eyes scarlet, hands firmly clamped Qi Feng's shoulder, "shangrui has a family, he is married, do you know?"

As soon as he said this, time seemed to be still.

Two people look at each other shallowly, and finally Qi Feng takes the lead in pulling off his hands, and responds: "I know."

Before his shock faded, she sneered, "you're not married, so do you think you're better than him? At least in my eyes, he really treats me. He doesn't treat me as an air, and he doesn't use the name of a good sister to surround me... "

Before the voice falls, the man's kiss falls deeply, without any reaction time.

However, the light and shallow stroke across her lips, she pushed away, raised the palm and severely fan up, "Gu Zheng, what do you think of me?"

A crisp sound of agitation open, the man this just slightly sober up a few minutes, step backward, as if to everything incredible.

On the other side, under a dark and silent bamboo forest, there is a long and narrow eye light coming directly. The man stands upright, calmly and coldly watching what just happened.