Ex-husband, Behave Yourself

Back to the single house.

At the dinner table, the man always looked down at the dishes and answered the mother's words beside him.

Shan's mother asked him, "after looking at the arrangement over there, have you made sure the process is clear, and there are some distinguished guests your father wants to entertain. Have you arranged a seat?"

The man pursed his lips and answered carelessly, "it should be."

"What is supposed to be?"

The single mother was angry and glared at her son. Then she turned her head and looked at Shi ran, who was sitting beside her. Her face was puzzled, "what is he doing?"

Shi ran got up and filled a bowl of soup for the single mother, and then replied with a smile: "don't worry, auntie, we have already confirmed there, and there is no problem."

Shan Rao, who had finished the meal, probably recovered from his mind at this time. He was right and his face was followed by a repeated sentence: "it's all done. You can rest assured."

Then he pushed away the chair under his body, got up and went straight upstairs.

After taking a bath, he was busy in the study for a while. Yan Hao, as usual, carried a bowl of hot milk and pushed in the door. "Young master, it's time to have a rest. There are many things to be busy tomorrow."

Shan Rao leaned on the office chair, holding a thick book in his hand. He didn't lift his head when he heard the speech. He just raised a hand and waved it to signal people to go out.

Yan Hao coughed twice, put the milk aside, and then turned around. As soon as he got to the door, he heard the thick book slammed shut. Suddenly, the man stood up and cried, "don't go."

He turned around and saw that people had gone from the desk to the sofa next to him.

Sitting on an independent sofa, Shan Rao was drinking milk while browsing through the old newspapers which had not been cleaned up a few days ago. He pretended to be indifferent and asked, "how is Miss Song doing in Kyoto?"

"I have already handed it over. As for what Miss Song intends to do, I don't know." Yan Hao said as he raised his eyes to observe Shan Rao's look.

"Then she didn't say anything?"

He did not care about it. He didn't even want to lift his eyelids when he asked.

"No more." The other party scratched his head, as if he suddenly remembered something, and then "Oh," she said, "by the way, she said that she should thank you for this matter. If there is any need for help in the future, you can talk to her at any time

"No more?"

"No more What else should there be? "

The man showed some annoyance, threw the newspaper aside, then looked up to drink the milk in his hand, and waved his hand to urge people to leave, "go, go, don't bother me."

Yan Hao pursed his lips, staring at the empty milk cup in his hand, thinking whether to reach out to take it, but seeing that he was trying to eat people again, he simply turned his head and left the room without looking back.

When the sound of closing the door sounded in his ear, the man who was quiet again in the sofa again had deep eyes. He stared at the white flowered cup in his hand and murmured, "jealous?"

In a flash, he shook his head again. "It's impossible."

After a few tangles, he simply got up and went downstairs with the cup in his hand. As a result, as soon as he got down the stairs, he heard a thumping sound coming from the direction of the restaurant.

With the two bright wall lamps in the living room, I strode past and opened the door of the dining room. I saw a woman sitting at the table, holding a large bottle of red wine, "Gudong Gudong" pouring down.

The man's face turned black in an instant. After stepping in, he took the door again.

He knocked the cup in his hand heavily on the table, and his gloomy eyes dropped down. After staring at a little flustered, he recovered a calm woman.

A bottle of wine was drunk more than half, Shi Ran's face was tinged with a faint blush. She squinted a pair of eyes and yelled with a smile, "how can I walk without a sound? It scared me a lot."

Shan Rao went to her opposite and grabbed the bottle. He shook the bottle, which was almost at the bottom. He looked at her coldly, "do you know how much this wine costs?"

The woman shook her head, put her chin in her hands, and looked at him drunk. "Give it to me. Finish it for me."

The chandelier on the top of the head gives out dazzling light, and the woman's head is raised high, and a pair of half squinting eyes are illuminated with a few glittering and translucent brightness.

A inattention, the nose is sour, the voice of the voice also shows a few tears of dark dumb.

The man looked at her in silence. Seeing the smile on her face, he finally couldn't hold on. The corners of his mouth trembled and gently opened his mouth: "brother, you look like your brother..."

After that, he realized that it was not right. He lowered his head and put his hands on both sides of his cheek. His hands covered his eyes. After a while, his palms became moist.

Then, her shoulder also followed to tremble, so quietly with the bottom of her heart to do the struggle, and finally put the tears to bear most of the back.

When she put down her hands again, she heaved a deep sigh, supported the table top, stood up, and said with a smile, "forget it, I won't drink any more."

With that, she would go out to the dining room. When she stood at the door, she took two strong breaths and opened the door in front of her."Drink it."

Before she stepped out of the restaurant, the man forced the bottle back on the table. "Drink if you want."

Shi ran turned his head and leaned against the door of the restaurant. He did not walk past, but asked faintly, "do you miss him?"

What you get is the expected silence of the man.

"In my bedroom this morning, I saw my aunt secretly wiping tears." She laughed again, a little desolate in her smile. "And uncle, he didn't go downstairs all day, and didn't eat a bite of rice."

After a pause, she looked at the man standing at the table like a statue and asked again, "what about you, Shan Rao?"

"He's gone."

After a long silence, the man's voice was silent.

"Yes..." The woman's body wobbles, as if trapped in some kind of memory, "unconsciously, has been a year."

Chuckling twice, she didn't go on. She wiped her tears and sniffed, "Oh, forget it. There are many things to do tomorrow. Have a rest early."

The woman was thin, turned and stepped out of the kitchen. The shadow was quickly swallowed by the dim light in the living room.

But the man's heart, is like falling into the deep sea.

He was almost suffocated by the sense of oppression that swept from all directions.

A year ago, the accident that happened to the single family was the death of the young and promising young master in the family. As the second son of the single family, Shan Rao, who had not been respected for a long time, had to abandon his hard-earned land in England and return to Shanghai to take over the heavy responsibilities originally undertaken by the eldest son of the family.

But up to now, most people think that the great young master of the single family is studying abroad, and they don't know that he has left the world.

For the death of his brother, the man has been all the emotions are deeply buried in the bottom of his heart.

If it wasn't for Shi ran, he might have thought that he had really let go.

Thinking of this, he chuckled a little, then took a bottle of red wine from the nearby closet, took the wine, and went upstairs with a leisurely pace.

He knew that Shi ran wanted to say that it had been a year unconsciously. If Shan Yuan had not died, she would have been his wife.