Ex-husband, Behave Yourself

Song ran still likes the feeling of sitting at the back, keeping a low profile and being able to control everything.

And she thinks that the low-key, sometimes is not satisfactory.

Because in this kind of occasion, often will face the strange man's chat up, on the one hand, because of her own attraction, on the other hand is the charm of her family background.

Therefore, she has to deal with more, and also relatively created her lonely atmosphere of refusing people for thousands of miles now. Usually, within three or two words, she chokes and makes people blush and leave in dismay.

So when she looked at the man who was not far away, carrying two glasses of champagne from the drinking area next door, she had a vague judgment from the bottom of her heart.

"Shan Rao." As he approached, he stood still in front of her. Shan Rao handed out a glass of wine in his hand and nodded politely and gentlemanly.

Song ran was silent for a while, staring at his well cut high set suit, "etiquette is very comprehensive, have you been to the west?"

Shan Rao some micro surprise, and then hook lips a smile, nod should be: "eight years."

Compared with those who would be flustered to incoherent, or too eager to show their own men, this always calm man in front of him finally let song ran breathe a silent sigh of relief.

She took the champagne and held it in her hand, but she didn't mean to drink it.

"You're dressed beautifully today." Some of the men hold the cup slightly, some of the flattery is stiff.

And the simple and arrogant "I know" from a woman made him laugh.

Half a minute later, song ran got up and handed the cup back to the man. He politely and apologetically indicated, "Sir, I understand your intention. I would like to remind you that effective judgment and timely stop loss are also the basic business abilities of a businessman."

This time, song ran didn't say it too hard, but it was enough to annoy the man after he thought it through. However, before the semi westernized man thoroughly understood her words, she had already followed the shadow of her eyes and started her steps.

For a long time, Shan Rao gazed at the empty seat in front of him, staring at his lips and laughing.

's small space is filled with the delicate and unique perfume of women. He looks at his champagne glass in his hand, and has hitherto unknown emotional experience to climb up the top of his heart.

I was wandering in such a state of mind that could not be expressed by words. Suddenly, a familiar and dull voice came to my ear and called out: "young master."

He regained his composure and looked at the panting man in front of him with some dissatisfaction. He poured his own glass of wine up and asked, "what's the matter?"

The man giggled twice, and his expression was a little obscene.

Shan Rao looked at him suspiciously, and his mood gradually changed from conflict to disgust. He raised his foot to avoid it.

"Young master, don't go away..." The man catches up and steps in a hurry, "young master, do you know that the master of Song family in Kyoto is also the honorary representative of this charity party. What kind of friendship does he have with our master?"

Hearing this, Shan Rao's hasty steps forward suddenly, turned his head and said, "what friendship?"

The man blinked his eyes and thought. He could not remember the conversation on the phone, but clearly remembered the excited and worried tone of his father.

After a pause, he just squeezed out a sentence, "I don't know. Anyway, there is friendship. It's up to the master."

"Bag?" Shan Rao's deep eyes brightened up and grabbed each other's collar with one hand. Some indignation, "did you call again to inform the news?"

Some of the man's grievances, finally broke free, and did not dare to look up at the young master's face expression, he retorted: "anyway, this is a good thing, isn't it?"

It is a good thing for him to finally clear the suspicion between himself and the young master.

Seeing Shan Rao's eyes no longer speak, he seems to be thinking about something carefully. He also slowly breathes a sigh of relief, and suddenly stares at the glass of champagne and grabs it over with a smile, "did you prepare it for me, young master? Thank you!"

Before someone reached out to stop him, he had drunk a clean drink with his head up.

The result of such impulsive and reckless action can only be a month's bonus deducted by the indifferent young master in front of him.

After a short period of aphasia, she stares at the empty glass in her hand and thinks to herself that it's a pity that she has just drunk too quickly and has not tasted the valuable wine. What is the taste of the wine that Miss Song has personally held.

He asked chubbaba to pass the cup out. "Young master, can this be worth the money?"

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next door to the auction hall is the free drinking banquet hall. After leaving the venue, song ran drinks a small glass of red wine in the banquet hall, and then follows the figure into the bathroom.

She deliberately waited for a while, so when Qi Feng came out of the bathroom and washed her hands in the sink, she just lifted her feet in. The two people look at each other casually through the glass mirror. Song Ran's expression is always cold, but Qi Feng's eyes flash with panic.

"Zi La" sound, the water spray from the water splashed all over her body, she hurriedly avoided her eyes, drew paper from the side to wipe, and then walked away.Not long after, song ran came out of the bathroom again, and the rest of the light glanced at the figure, and then gently hooked his lips with a smile.

When I want to leave again, I suddenly catch a glimpse of the wrist watch with white diamond inlaid on the edge of the hand washing table. After a close look, I repressed the idea of catching up.

When Qi Feng came back in a hurry, she was standing in front of the bar nearest to the passage, with a beautiful plate in front of her, holding some fruits.

"Miss Qi." She was careless and stopped the hasty steps of the visitor.

Qi Feng hears song Ran's voice, his body instinctively stiff. He turns his head and looks at the direction. His eyes are in uncontrollable panic. He doesn't know whether to go or stay for a while.

And song ran hook lips, if there seems to be no smile, some micro turned around, until and she looked at each other, only bright hands of things, "you are looking for this?"

Quiet for a while, and staring at the watch in her hand, Qi Feng took a long breath of air conditioning, or walked over, "thank you, Miss Song."

When the voice dropped, he reached for it.

Song ran put down some slightly raised arms, but did not say much. She just held up the wrist of the other party, gently and slowly, and put the watch back on for her.

Then, staring at those slightly fleshy arms, he lost his mind for a short time. "This watch is really better for you."

She laughed, and there was something else in her words, but she expected that Qi Feng might not understand.

The man who gave her the watch was more suitable for her.

Qi Feng takes back his hand in a panic. Because he can't feel the other party's mind, he is even more helpless. He looks around him, but he can't find Shang Rui's figure.

"When he comes here, he has half the time to socialize. Even if you see him, you can't easily disturb him." Song Ran is careless, and the other fingertip on the table of the bar taps on the wall of the red wine cup in his palm.

"Miss Song..." Before Song Ran's posture of laziness, indifference and inexplicably repressive spirit will devour her only remaining calm and rational, Qi Feng quickly retracts her arm and opens a distance with the visitors.

She raised her chin. "I'm curious. You hate me. Why can you talk to me like that? Why can bear not to ask my trouble all the time? You don't want to divorce. It's proof that you still love shangrui, don't you? "

Looking at the face gradually covered with crimson color, song ran was stunned for a second, and immediately laughed in his heart, but his face was still cold.

"I'm not particularly averse to you, and you're not worth wasting my spare time dealing with it. I just want to advise you that since you have chosen to communicate in the upper class, you should not think of people as simple as you were when you were a student. It is good for you to keep an eye on people. "

The meaning of the words is still ambiguous. While Qi Feng is still contemplating, song Ran's body has left the bar, crossed the woman in front of her, and went straight to the venue next to her.

In the two body brush shoulder, Qi Feng's ear suddenly sounded a scornful cold hum, "I don't want to divorce, is he telling you?"

When her eyes trembled and turned around, she had already lifted her feet and left. Only the bright golden light and shadow floated with the crowd and gradually disappeared in front of her eyes.

It took her some time to calm down and listen to the warm-up music coming from the venue. Just as she was about to take a step, she suddenly felt a steady force coming from her waist. She turned her head in a panic and was facing shangrui's calm and calm eyes.

"What's the matter with you?" He was concerned in a low voice.

Qi Feng shook his head and clasped his arm with one hand. He motioned slightly towards the direction of the meeting ground, "I'm ok. Let's go."