"I'll go back to Shanghai tomorrow. I'll go on business in different cities in the future. If I want to come to Kyoto for ten days and a half months, I want to see you again before I leave."
After defending himself, he looked at her again, sincere and enthusiastic.
Song ran stares at that face, and rather disdains to hook the corner of his lips. Just as he is about to speak again, the little assistant who has been delayed for a while has already run over three or two steps, with his head bowed with guilt and uneasiness on his face.
"I'm sorry, Miss Song. I didn't notice that Mr. Shan's car was following."
If Shan Rao had not just called her in the car to arrange her work, she might not have known about it until now.
But since the matter is irretrievable, she is also ready to accept punishment.
Sure enough, song ran only glanced at her with cold eyes, then lifted her feet and left, "this year, your rank evaluation will be postponed, and you will inform the personnel department yourself."
She always has a clear reward and punishment, there is no reason to easily forgive such a fault.
When Shan Rao saw the lonely face of the young girl in front of her, she couldn't bear it. She lifted her foot to catch up with her and stopped her with one hand, "wait a minute..."
Song Ran's pace suddenly stopped, looked up when a face indifferent, "you don't have to think I'm inhuman now."
Shan Rao stood still. The woman's irrefutable attitude made him a little dumbfounded, and when he hesitated, the other side was already reminding him: "besides, her fault is due to you."
Her attitude has been cold enough, but unexpectedly, the man in front of her reacted and shrugged his shoulders, turned and walked side by side with her, and asked, "well, I'm also wrong. How do you want to punish me?"
Song Ran is speechless, but the knuckles hanging on his side are slowly curled up.
Until he walked all the way to the parking lot, the man who was like gum still didn't mean to walk away. Song ran thought that since he had been chased here, there was always something he should say clearly.
So before getting on the bus, two people's eyes collided, she slightly astringed her eyes, put one hand on the door and looked at the man beside her, "if you want to talk, follow me."
After saying that, she lifted her feet and got on the car. After saying "drive", she picked up a pile of complicated information on the seat next to her. She just glanced at it carelessly and put it down again.
At the moment, the woman has her own expectations of what will happen next, but she is cold and determined, just like going to a date without too much attention.
On the other side of the man's eyes half squint, watching the woman just stepped into the door of the figure, also opened the door in, told the waiting small attendant, "follow the car ahead."
The body drove out of the hospital gate, about half an hour later, it stopped at the bottom of a building.
Shan Rao rolled down the window, looked up to see the huge "Fengrui" sign, and her eyes grew chilly. At this time, song ran, who arrived at the parking area before her, had already got out of the car. The assistant behind her trotted all the way to convey her meaning.
"Miss Song said that if Mr. Shan is willing to wait, he will wait for her to come down here. She has something to tell you."
Shan Rao nodded. "I'll wait."
After seeing the thin figure, he trotted to catch up with him. Song ran had already stepped into the building and disappeared in the sight of the man.
His body slowly back to the chair, eyes become long and narrow.
"Miss Song seems to be in a bad mood today. What's the relationship between her and Fengrui's shangzong? Do you need me to send someone to check thoroughly?"
Shan Rao's hands crossed in front of him, leaning back on his seat, closed his eyes and took a rest. After hearing this, he raised his hand slightly, "no, wait a minute."
He could see that there were many secrets hidden in Miss Song's heart.
But for the time being, he did not want to dig out the secrets thoroughly, because he was not sure what the consequences would be.
On the other side, the president's office on the top floor of Fengrui building is in a mess. The man sitting on the office chair has just knocked out a decorative crystal sculpture. The sharp sharp corner has scratched the back of his hand. Now, there are large areas of bright red blood stains.
He seemed not to care. After clenching his fist, he pounded hard at the table top, making a dull "bang Dang" sound, and roaring at several subordinates standing in the corner.
"Is it so hard for you to find someone who is useless? I'll give you three days. If you don't find her out, you'll leave me one by one! "
At the moment, the "dada" sound of high-heeled shoes stopped outside the door in time. The calm and cold-hearted woman hooked her lips and listened to all the vent of the man just now, and her eyes could not help showing contempt.
She turned her eyes and motioned to the assistant next to her, and the other party raised her hand and knocked on the door in front of her.
After waiting for a while, there was no surprise that there was a roar from inside, shouting: "get out of here!"
Then, the door was opened from inside, and a group of panicked men filed out of the office with their heads cowering. As a result, they looked up and saw the women standing at the door, one by one, and their legs and stomachs softened.What happened in Jincheng yesterday, after one night's fermentation, has been basically transmitted back to the headquarters of Fengrui in Kyoto. We all know who is responsible for the general fire.
Therefore, seeing this scene, one by one did not know whether to advance or retreat, so they had to respectfully call "Miss Song".
When Shang Ruiguang heard these three words, he could not help but look up in the direction of the entrance.
The next second, he saw that the door was pushed open again. When the men left, song Ran's thin figure appeared in front of him.
Before she lifted her foot into the door, she turned her head and told the assistant behind her, "inform the old man to come in 15 minutes later."
Then he stepped in alone and took the door of the office with the hand behind him.
In a mess, she carefully looked for the space where she could settle down. Bit by bit, she approached the sofa in the reception area, and then sat down.
At this time, I looked up and noticed that the man standing behind the office chair looked gloomy, and the glare of his eyes seemed to eat people.
Her lips were slightly crooked, and the smile on the bottom of her eyes was in sharp contrast.
Adjust a more suitable sitting position, and then raise your hand toward the opposite sofa chair to indicate, "sit down, don't you have many questions to ask me?"
Shangrui raises his feet, and the soles of his shoes step on the broken glass debris, making a "creaking" sound. He strides forward in front of the other party. His eyes are forced to look down and ask her, "are you Shao Yunchen's mistress? To help him frame your own husband
This groundless remark of splashing dirty water is obviously just to irritate her. With a slight smile, song ran can see through his mind, and wilfully leans her body to the back of the chair and looks at his eyes.
"You think all men are like you? On the one hand, Yunchen's principle is not better than Shao Chen. "
Song Ran's words show blood.
Hearing this, the man's breath surged up and down. He restrained the impulse to do something in his heart. He had only a few senses left to remind him that he still had hope to get something back from this woman before he completely tore his face.
Like many times before.
If this woman wants to play with him, she will not force him to despair completely. After a slap, there should be a sweet date.
So he calmed his breath, sat down and asked her, "what are you looking for me for?"
"Divorce."
The two words that the woman spat out, like a thunder, resounded through his ears.
Turn to look at her, is also that as usual, cold and indifferent expression, as if just said, is just a trivial matter.
Shang Rui's eyes quickly gathered together a wipe of light, he looked at her carefully, and then buried his head and laughed for a long time, so that both sides of the cheek were slowly dyed red. He leaned on the back of the sofa, pinched his chin with one hand, and asked her, "divorce?"
"What if I say I disagree?"
He laughed for a long time, and his face darkened in an instant, with a strong and provocative look. "If you want to take a lawsuit against me, you will announce that Miss Song has not only been married long ago, but also had a very unfortunate marriage. I will let the media know that you have two children died here."