Ex-husband, Behave Yourself

"Shan Rao is not like a rich young master. He was used to raising him since he was a child. Before his brother's accident, he had no deep contact with his family. His career in England was entirely on his own, working hard bit by bit."

Referring to the past, Shi Ran's lips lightly pursed a faint smile, only said two words, that look then Huan scattered, as if trapped in self memory.

Song ran still did not disturb, one hand in front of the chest, the other hand holding a tea cup, light sip.

In fact, she did have a little curiosity about Shan Rao.

Sure enough, after a pause, she continued with a smile: "before he graduated, he cooperated with several classmates and started trade and investment in the UK. In the early stage, because of experience and market problems, he lost a lot of money. Later, those partners who worked with him chose to stop. So in the end, he was the only one left in the team of five It's a good idea

"For this reason, he suffered a lot. After graduation, he was short of money. He rented the old balcony of other people's home and ate the rotten rice overnight. Because in foreign countries, it was more difficult for Asian people with yellow skin and black eyes to start a business in the early stage. From time to time, someone came to make trouble, so he became a kind of perverse temperament."

Speaking of this, she suddenly turned her head and asked song ran, "do you also think that he is different from the young master who comes from the rich family?"

"Well." Song ran gathers her eyes and remembers that she saw scar after scar on the back of a man in the hospital. She can't deny it.

"Later, his trading company gradually improved and expanded from a small company to a large enterprise. Unconsciously, he became a famous local trading tycoon. Of course, all this is the result of his hand-in-hand fighting. No one has the right to question his harvest... "

After a pause, the woman's eyes originally infiltrated with a faint smile, and the conversation turned from this to another. She said with regret: "it's a pity..."

"It's a pity that he had to give up everything there and turn back to Shanghai because of the changes in his family. When I came back, I saw him stay in his study all day, doing only two things day and night, studying copywriting data and smoking. "

Finish saying to laugh a, lift Mou to observe song ran one eye, "am I saying some more?"

For the first time, someone was babbling in her ears and saying some irrelevant words. However, there was no rejection in her heart. Even when she listened, she would unconsciously form a picture in her mind.

The young master of the single family, with his head full of fluffy broken hair, nestled in the dark study, holding a cigarette in his mouth and frowning to search the data, which is in line with his image in Song Ran's mind.

So quietly, he put the cup down and asked, "you seem to know him very well?"

Hearing this question, Shi ran was stunned and then chuckled: "since his third year of business, I have been following him. I know what he has suffered. Can you imagine a famous young master in Shanghai who fought with local ruffians for collecting protection fees on the streets of England, and then was knocked out of his head and refused to go to the hospital because of the medical expenses? "

After thinking about it, she shook her head slightly again. "There are too many things like this. At that time, I thought that he was a college student who was supported by his family and sold iron through the pot."

After that, Shi ran didn't seem to have any meaning to go on, because if she said that, she would inevitably associate with Shan Yuan, the man who only appeared in her life less than a year, but brought a lifetime of pain.

Song ran always listened quietly, not to disturb that emotion, nor to show his attitude too much. However, after a long silence, he clearly felt that the other side's eyes were moist and moist, and his voice suddenly contained a thick nasal sound.

She narrowed her eyes and looked away.

But Shi ran took the opportunity to wipe the corners of his eyes, calmed down after a shallow sigh, and then got up, "I have to accompany my uncle and aunt to entertain other guests, Miss Song, if you dislike the noise outside, you can have a rest here. I told the waiters that no one will disturb you."

"Well." Her light um a sound, the eye color becomes soft, after seeing the person step out, suddenly took back again, side eyes looked at her, a pair of desire to talk but stop appearance.

"Is there anything else? Miss Shi. "

She raised her eyes and asked.

Shi ran shallowly hooked his lips and thought about it or explained, "Shan Rao's experience in foreign countries is not even clear to the two old people in his family. In fact, I have nothing else to say to miss song. I hope you don't think I'm too talkative."

After a pause, she laughed again, "I can see his thoughts on Miss Song for the first time in so many years. In fact, I am very happy, happy for him, do not look at him sometimes ruffian, in fact, the real inner words, are buried in the bottom of my heart. So no matter what attitude you are, Miss Song, I always hope to have a chance to let you know more about him. "

After saying that, she did not wait for song ran to express her attitude, and with a little nod, she lifted her feet and stepped out toward the entrance.Leaving song ran, he looks down at the tea which has already cooled off most of his hands. His eyes gradually become dark.

At the most, she is willing to admit that she appreciates Shan Rao.

Because she appreciates all the promising young people like him who rely on their own efforts. In contrast, the soul of Shan Rao is much more upright and pure to those who, after birth, take unfair life as an excuse and try to find a shortcut by making friends with the upper class.

In this way, there seems to be an essential difference between him and shangrui.

For some reason, song ran, who realized this, was not in a good mood. She looked listless. She put her tea cup aside and looked around the compartment in the rest room. Then she got up and lifted her feet to the door.

As soon as song ran got out of the lounge, the man came from the other side in a hurry. He looked down at the waiter at the door and asked, "who's in there?"

The waiter nodded cautiously, "just now Miss Shi told me that Miss Song's family was resting in it, but just now she went out again."

"Out?"

Single Rao Mou color a stagnant, turn head again toward body, later to shuttle crowd to see past.

At this time, song ran, after washing her hands in the bathroom, lifted her feet in the direction of the banquet. As she passed a busy bar, she heard a slightly sharp voice shouting.

"I haven't finished drinking this wine, you take it away for me. Do you mean to find me unhappy?"

The voice is a little familiar. Song ran stops and looks at the past. It turns out that the youngest daughter of the yuan family is poking a maid's head with her index finger, venting her dissatisfaction.

The waitress bowed her head and apologized, "I'm sorry, miss. I'll get you a new one right away."

In fact, what made Miss yuan dissatisfied was not that someone had accepted her wine, but that person had accepted her wine, but had not recognized her as a miss of the yuan family.

Sure enough, song ran saw this, raised her foot and stepped over to block the finger that she was going to reach again. When the maid was rescued, she immediately cried out with tears and gratitude, "Miss Song."

Song Ran is Miss Song, and Yuan's daughter is only a young lady.

Miss yuan's face turned black and her expression became more ugly.

Song ran looked down at the woman without saying a word. After only a moment, she could see that she was hairy and instinctively avoided her sight.

Seeing this, she didn't say anything more. She just turned her head and told the waiter, "you can go."

"Ah..." Miss Yuan passed behind and wanted to speak again, but song Ran's eyes again bluffed her.

"This is not your home. Mr. Shan has a big birthday. Even if your father comes, he will give him some noodles."

She did not have a hint to walk forward.