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A man always stops talking, but this does not affect his desire to express. After speaking, the smile on his face becomes more obvious and the wrinkles around his eyes are gradually deepening.

Song ran took the glass and raised her hand slightly. "Mr. Smith is also elegant. Miss Yan has a good eye."

Yu Guang specially swept the woman standing beside her, and saw that she was still smiling, and there was no half of displeasure on her face.

The irony in her words could not have been unnoticed.

So he stopped, narrowed his eyes and politely said, "I heard that Mr. Smith\'s recent business focus is in Kyoto. When he is free, I\'ll let you know. I\'m ready to prepare in advance and give you a good reception."

Speaking of the business in Kyoto, Mr. Smith\'s face was obviously a little surprised. But for a moment, after Yu Guang noticed his wife\'s face, he gave a rather official smile, "definitely, definitely..."

It can be seen that, as Shan Rao guessed, Smith himself is not familiar with the business in Kyoto, and all this is more likely to be the master of Miss Yan alone.

After presumably getting the information he wanted, song ran Lin narrowed his eyes a little before saying goodbye. He gave a shallow look to the woman who was looking at everything beside him. Then he laughed softly, "then I\'ll excuse me first."

After that, he nodded a little, and then he raised his feet to the depth of the banquet hall.

Mr. Smith\'s brows began to wrinkle when the figure disappeared in the crowd. He exchanged English with the woman next to him and asked her what she meant by Miss Song.

"Do you know the status of the Song family in Kyoto and even in China?" The woman raised her eyebrows and replied haughtily to the man\'s question, "I took most of their lost trade business for you in less than two months It\'s natural that she wants to explore you. "

As she spoke, she shook the empty glass in her hand, and her eyes gradually showed arrogance and indifference.

"I don\'t intend to spend too much time here." A pair of dark blue eyes of the man trembled, then spread out his hands, eyes infiltrated with dissatisfaction, "your recent thoughts are really more and more."

"OK..." Then, without waiting for the next man to say anything, she interrupted with a very impatient frown, "this problem, I will explain to you slowly when I go back."

She turned the glass with half empty hands for two times. She saw a man walking in the other direction not far away from the wall of the glass stained with wine. She daubed her delicate red lips and suddenly put a hook on it. "Honey, I\'m going to see an old friend."

Shan Rao finally found the dark blue figure in the crowd. When he was raising his feet to catch up with him, he was stopped by a hand that had come out of his guard.

He lowered his eyes, first looked at the blood red shining nails, and then recognized the tattoo on his wrist, a delicate peach blossom fan.

So you don\'t have to look up to recognize people, staring at the tattoo shallow a hook lip, "Miss Yan."

That\'s what he called her.

But for a moment, he looked up again, looked at her in the eye, and then changed his mouth, "no, it should be Mrs. Smith."

In the face of the sarcasm in Shan Rao\'s words, Mrs. Smith did not change her face. She slowly took back the arm that was raised in the air, and raised her eyebrows and eyes. "How can I find your miss song?"

After a pause, she slightly circled her arms and looked the man up and down. "What\'s the attraction of that woman to you? Is it because she\'s married, so it\'s more tasteful?"

"Shut up." Poke in the heart, the man\'s face suddenly cold down, eyes soaked with cold breath, "I know before Fengrui thing is you are helping shangrui, advise you, away from Song ran a little bit."

After saying that, a hand hanging on the side of his body tightly squeezed into a fist. The words were threatening words, but there was not much threat in the eyes.

There are only serious and serious.

Seeing him like this, the woman laughed and put down her arms slowly. Her eyes stopped on his face for a long time, as if observing something.

After a pause for a moment, she buried her head and laughed, "it\'s very interesting, your son of a single family, how strange the taste of women is. Can only divorced women get into your eyes?"

With a smile, the expression on his face slowly cooled down, and the last trace of smile was stiff in the corner of his mouth. Then his eyes were stagnant and he counted carefully: "Shi Ran is like this, so is song ran..."

And the man\'s heart at this moment suddenly beat up, eyes trembling, ears roaring only two words - divorce.

"Song ran divorced?"

"She doesn\'t divorce. Why does shangrui deal with her so recklessly? Do you know that he will not stay in Kyoto for a long time in the future. It will cost a lot to take this move. "Because did not express this surprise too strongly, so that the woman subconsciously answered after a little bit of a meal, hook lip smile: "you will not even these do not know?"

In other words:

the man whispers in his heart, that is, song Ran\'s ex husband is Shang Rui.

In this way, many strange and inappropriate places have been explained before.

At the night of the amusement park, a woman could still be so calm when she faced her husband holding a soft fragrant jade in her arms. Now it is incredible to find out the situation and think about it carefully.

After calming down, he suppressed all kinds of complicated emotions in his heart and coldly warned the woman in front of him, "I don\'t care what agreement you have reached with shangrui. As for the affairs of the Song family, I can only tolerate you intervening in this step."

Mrs. Smith listened and chuckled with a sharp voice.

She slowly gathered her eyes, staring at the gloomy and deep face of the man, and said frankly, "to be honest, I didn\'t have any interest in the Song family at first. Who am I really interested in, you know?"

Without waiting for the man to answer, she stretched out a finger and gently pressed it against his chest, as if carelessly drawing a circle, "Shan Yuan is dead, but he still owes me something. Including you, Shan Rao, if you hadn\'t brought Shi ran back to your single family, there would not have been so many things in the future... "

This was a simple and casual remark, but the later it was, the more indignant it was.

While the man did not wait for her to finish, he waved his hand away from her, and looked coldly down at him. "Yan Yan, about my brother\'s death, how many hands and feet have you done in it? Only you know best. His life has been given to you. What do you think he owes you?"

Originally, the woman\'s heart also has an untouchable boundary, she suddenly red eyes, yelled, "the police decided that Shan Yuan\'s death was an accident."

"Accident?" Shan Rao sniffed, then walked forward and pushed the other party\'s step back, "is it really an accident?"

Slowly, they retreated to a corner together. After a silent confrontation, his body suddenly left. He warned rationally and indifferently, "I haven\'t found you yet. You\'ve found your door first. In this case, we\'ll calculate the new account and the old account together."