Ex-husband, Behave Yourself

At first, the men didn't quite understand why yuan's daughter tried every means to follow her to the company, and she had to ride Shan Rao's car to the dinner party.

He didn't notice the problem until the car stopped downstairs and the woman took his arm to get out of the car and walked in the surprised and curious eyes of the people around him.

With a cold face, he took the arm away from the other party's hand, and quickly walked forward to greet some old people who happened to get out of the car at this time to celebrate his father's birthday.

While chatting casually, she lifted her feet to the direction of the entrance of the elevator. Miss yuan's family was left aside and was stunned for a long time.

After the reaction, he led the skirt and was about to catch up with him. Yan Hao, a quick eyed man beside him, stopped him and pulled him down again. "Miss yuan, it's not convenient for us to be single now. This man Zhou has a good friendship with our master and can't be ignored. If you want to say something, you can wait until he is finished..."

Yuan's daughter's powdery face collapsed. Facing a cautious man, she was not willful in the end. After a smile, she raised her feet to catch up with them, keeping a distance of about one arm with the two men.

Finally, the same elevator went up to the banquet hall on the top floor. At this time, not many people came, but also many.

The two old people of the single family had already arrived in advance, accompanied by Shi ran to entertain the guests who had arrived. As soon as Mr. Zhou stepped out of the elevator and saw today's birthday, he naturally accelerated his pace and went to say hello.

Miss yuan seized the opportunity and lifted her long skirt back. She was trampled on by the same person who was walking down the elevator behind her. She staggered forward and suddenly grabbed the man's arm in front of her.

Shan Rao only felt the strength on his arm.

The eye color also followed a little bit cold, step a little bit slightly, looking back to see the woman's red cheek, a look of panic, and the man who just accidentally stepped on him was bending down and apologizing, "I'm really sorry, miss, I didn't pay attention, I'm really sorry..."

Miss yuan grabbed the man's arm and wished that the whole face would be pasted on the other side. In response to the apology of the visitor, she also put her hand on the face of grievance, but with a reasonable attitude, "it doesn't matter. It's my own carelessness."

Shan Rao stopped there, his body moved slightly to the side, and made way for the way from the elevator exit to the banquet hall.

Along the way, someone came and went. He glanced at the woman with painful expression under him, and asked without any emotion: "are you ok?"

"It's OK." Shaking his head, and suddenly wronged to say: "the foot seems to be sprained."

With both hands climbing more firmly, he straightened up and begged with big eyes full of water, "can you help me to sit in it?"

The man still has no expression, and there is no reply.

At this time, the elevator door nearby opened, and another wave of guests came. The crowd of people who got off the bus in front of and behind the car was carrying a dark blue figure.

The woman is tall and tall, with ten centimeter high heels, which sets off the figure decorated by the introverted long skirt more eye-catching. It hardly takes any effort to let the man standing there recognize it at one glance.

His eyes trembled unconsciously and his throat rolled up and down.

But she didn't seem to see him. From the moment she came out of the elevator, she kept her eyebrows half lowered and talked to a gray haired old man nearby.

There was a light smile on her face, which did not seem alienated, but it did not seem to be easy to get close to.

So at a glance, the man calmed down for an afternoon, and his heart jumped wildly, and his soul seemed to be taken away.

His eyes sank and he raised his feet to catch up with him, but he had to think of the current situation. At the same time, he had to think about the current situation. At the same time, he also had the power on his wrist that could not be dispersed.

Then he said coldly, "if you don't feel well, I'll let Yan Hao take you to the hospital."

I'm going to come out of my pocket.

Miss yuan saw this, immediately some flustered, a stop out, "don't, not so serious, do not need to go to the hospital."

The mobile phone has been pulled out, and the man moves his eyes away from the screen. First he looks at the face of the woman who is a little flustered and then becomes aggrieved. Then he looks at her arm which is around his arm.

Silence for a moment, the other party finally released his hand, and watched people can't wait to lift their feet to leave.

Song ran entered the banquet hall. The old man who was with her was an old man who had done business in Kyoto earlier. As soon as the old man came in, a woman in a white evening dress came to say hello.

"Why are you here, Mrs. Smith?" The old man's turbid eyes lit up and then asked with a smile, "is your husband here?"

"Here he is."

Mrs. Smith, with a smile on her face that wasn't sincere, said and pointed in the direction behind her, "he's standing there, the one in the white suit."

The old man looked in the direction of her fingers, and naturally raised his steps towards that side.

Song ran, who was standing on one side, did not speak. He only looked at the visitors with a smile in his mouth.Obviously, the target that Mrs. Smith will come to is not the old man just now, but the Miss Song who came through the door with the old man.

"Miss Song, what a coincidence." The woman's face was thick and pink, but her makeup was exquisite. She said hello politely and alienated, and then reached out.

"Miss Yan, it's a coincidence."

Song ran also responded with a smile of the same meaning, and gently shook the delicate white hand.

She intended to call each other Miss Yan instead of Mrs. Smith, and the meaning was very clear.

Sure enough, although the expression on the other side's face was not much surprised, his eyelids drooped hesitantly. Then he chuckled and broke through: "I said that it was not a coincidence that we met in the Japanese material store that day. We should not have such a fate with Miss Song?"

This woman always has a domineering and extremely inclined aura, which is different from Song Ran's aloof and aloof temperament.

Facing the woman's conjecture, song ran didn't mean to deny it. She just laughed and asked, "what does Miss Yan mean? I think I have the intention to investigate you?"

The two women looked at each other and were silent for a while. Their complex and unrequited emotions flowed through their eyes.

A moment later, an old voice came out.

"Well, ma'am, this beautiful lady is..."

The man's voice is thick, and the pronunciation of Putonghua is difficult.

Song ran takes back her eyes and looks in the direction of sound.

Mr. Smith is striding towards this side. He is wearing a high white suit, holding a spotted red in the white. His hair is also white, and his face is obviously wrinkled.

According to the information provided by Shan Rao, this Mr. Smith is nearly 60 years old. Song Ran is not surprised to have such physical features. However, he is still somewhat unaccustomed to seeing him and miss Yan around twice.

However, the matter of hiding emotions for song Ran is not a problem.

With a shallow smile on her lips, she listened to the smile of the woman in front of her, "this is the eldest lady of the Song family that I mentioned to you before."

In the interval of speaking, the man has come over, quite affectionate and natural to his wife's waist, but at the same time, his eyes are straight on Song ran, and he looks her up and down, and then his eyes are bright again.

Song ran pretended not to be aware of it and reached out with a smile. "Song ran, Mr. Smith, how do you do?"

The man was so busy that he took out the hand that he held on his wife's waist and gently held song Ran's hand. Then he lowered his eyes and kissed her gently on the back of her hand. "I learned two words in your country. It's called" lucky to meet you. "

The man's eyes were bent with laughter.

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