Ex-husband, Behave Yourself

With that, he took out a glass of juice from his arms and reached for it. It was still warm.

Her remaining light glanced at the note on the desk, which was a string of telephone numbers and a simple word "Shan Rao". It must be said that the man\'s writing style is natural and unrestrained, like flowing clouds and flowing water, which is very complex to song Ran\'s mind.

But the next second, she will look back, after a simple thank you, and then the note back, "please, thank you."

This meaning has been very clear, take away brother quite a headache to continue to grasp the head, together with her other hand to hand over the juice also received, turned around and hurried downstairs.

When song ran finished his work and went downstairs, the clock on his watch had already passed ten o\'clock. He simply cleaned up the table, and then took the elevator all the way down. At the moment when he stepped out of the gate, he still saw the bright figure standing under the street lamp railing.

He seemed to be standing there on purpose, for fear that she might neglect it.

The wind at night also carries a little chill. The man wrapped his windbreaker coat tightly with both hands. After seeing the woman coming out of the door, he immediately adjusted his posture, straightened his waist, and looked serious.

Song ran raised her feet to the man with a faint smile. She approached the man and recognized his appearance. She just said to the man who chatted up with him at the auction two days ago, "what\'s the reason for waiting for me so long?"

She was straight to the point, without any exchange of greetings.

And the man saw her, he couldn\'t help laughing, eyes and mouth are hidden also can not hide the smile.

He looked at her with a smile. The evening wind lifted her long hair, and the ends of her hair swayed up and down in the air for a while. Finally, some of them inevitably brushed against her face.

She poked her hand back casually, then continued to look at him.

Finally, the man nodded with a smile and reached out to the direction of the parking space nearby. "It\'s windy here. Let\'s get on the bus."

Song ran Ning eyebrows, but did not follow.

What does this man mean? How can she not see it.

Just don\'t say that she is now married. Even though she has divorced shangrui, she has no courage to easily set foot in another relationship.

Moreover, this man --

she gazed at the generous back of the visitor, and was lost in her mind.

This man has a lot of similarities with Shang Rui, who just got to know her at the beginning. He has a tenacity. The means of chasing girls is not brilliant, but he is very persistent. At the same time, he still shows a bit of immature flavor from time to time.

Thinking of this, she chuckled at her ignorance.

It turns out that there is no fixed person in the world. Even miss song will inevitably fall into this pit.

So the best way is to take a detour to such potentially dangerous elements.

But in the gap between her stupefied, the man who took the lead in getting on the bus has already instructed the small attendant to drive the car to song ran, and then opened the door to invite her to go up. "If you don\'t get on the bus, I\'ll think about packing up and living in song\'s house tomorrow."

He said, the mobile phone chat information interface pestle in front of the woman.

Song ran takes a glance and sees the words "Uncle song" in the note, and then falls into a face. Then he lifts his feet and gets on the car.

It\'s not that her father\'s SMS inviting him to stay in Song\'s house threatened her, but she didn\'t want to drag on the boat, and planned to take advantage of this journey to explain some necessary words clearly.

"Mr. Shan\'s meaning is very clear, but I\'m sorry, I have no idea about you. If you can understand what I\'m saying and keep a proper distance, I may not make things too ugly in terms of the friendship between the two elders. "

Her refusal was tinged with warnings.

Shan Rao is a little shocked. He is not sure whether he should play Taiji or be tough in the face of such a situation.

So through the rearview mirror, I want to ask the driver\'s little Valet for help. However, he seems to have deliberately avoided his sight and drove the car very fast.

He almost forgot that Yan Xiaodi, who has been following him for so many years, is also a little emotional idiot.

After a pause, he had to cough awkwardly, "let\'s talk about it after today."

Song ran was a little bit stunned. Some of them didn\'t understand the meaning of his words. When he turned his head to the window, he noticed that the driving route was wrong, and he was alert and asked, "where is this going?"

"Didn\'t your little assistant tell you?" Shan Rao shrugged. "She said that the night show of your theme park is open today. I\'d like to see if the fireworks she said are the same as those in Shanghai."

After a pause, he turned his head, "Uncle song asked me how my reception was today. You don\'t want me to say that I haven\'t seen you all day?"When the car stops in the parking lot outside the amusement park, song ran pushes the door to get out of the car and instinctively wants to resist.

There was a faint nausea in her heart. This place was really not a good place for her to go, but on second thought, she stepped out of the room and came back.

The one who should escape and shrink should not be her song ran from the beginning to the end.

So he took a deep breath and looked at the constant influx of people from the door. Then he recognized the huge sign in the dark by the dim street lamp, and then stepped out.

"Let\'s go."

She answered faintly and walked along the crowd.

Shan Rao couldn\'t explain why. When she was walking side by side with Miss Song, she felt like a rabbit in her arms, and "Dong Dong" was jumping uncontrollably.

He didn\'t even dare to get too close. He kept a certain distance from her shoulder at all times, so that after the influx of a large number of people, they were scattered by the crowd.

With the advantage of her height, I looked around and saw the woman who was led to the front by the crowd. Some of them were anxious to get rid of the people around them.

On the other hand, the dutiful Valet next to him was glued to him like a gum and could not be pulled out.

"Gum" frowned and grabbed the man in front of him. "Young master, I\'m afraid it won\'t work. There are too many people."

He should not be satisfied with the one who should not.

Mr. Shan, who lost Miss Song, is a bit out of his mind.

And Miss Song followed the pace of the crowd, and did not care about the men who had strayed nearby. She was only immersed in her own world.

In fact, it seems that Miss Song, who seems to be superior, has rarely visited such a place in her life. Once she has an impression, it may have been more than ten years.

She was used to the silence, to the living room with lights and windows turned off, and to the empty footsteps in the vast space.

But now, suddenly in such a busy and noisy occasion, the passers-by are not lovers hand in hand, or friends walking together. She is the only one who walks calmly, and the expression on her face is also habitually stagnant.

She didn\'t feel embarrassed and anxious at all. Instead, she indulged in such a one person world.

So no matter what occasion you are in, the excitement is for others, and it has nothing to do with her.

Along the way, the flow of people gradually diverged, and there was not as crowded as at first. Miss Song stopped walking and showed some interest in the stalls along the way.

Peddlers selling fluorescent hair bands and small toys don\'t have to yell. Naturally, someone stops to stop. She finally goes to a stall, picks up a pink rabbit doll mask, and checks out.

She asked the mask seller, "how much is it?"

The old woman compared five fingers, and when she scanned the code to check out, she turned to 500 without any doubt.

When the woman found out she wanted to go after her, she had already disappeared.