Marry first, love later: wife, don't divorce

"About our marriage, I think it's better to keep a low profile," Song Bingjian continued to talk to himself: "After all, you just got divorced here, and Kim Jong Nam and Lan Ruoshui are going to get married with great fanfare, so... ..”

Therefore, she, the woman who has just been abandoned by Kim Jong-nam, the next-cousin wife who has just been kicked out by Xiaosan, should keep a low profile. I guess Song Bingjian subconsciously thinks that marrying a second-hand woman like her is a bit shameful, so she must Be low key.

Ruyu felt that Song Bingjian's words and deeds were very contradictory. Since Song Bingjian felt that marrying her was a shameful thing, why did he come here to propose marriage to her?

Could it be that the genes of men nowadays are all mutated, and they still rush to do even humiliating things?

Fortunately, the server had already brought her pasta at this time, and she was really hungry, so she quickly picked up the chopsticks and worked hard to deal with her bowl of noodles, spitting all over the mouth sitting opposite her. Splashing man, she completely chose to ignore.

In fact, the pasta in this French western restaurant is quite good. Of course, it cannot be compared with the local Italian ones, but because the overconfident man on the opposite side has been spitting all the time, it has affected her appetite, so , she only ate a third of it, wasting food, it was really a sin.

"Ruyu, it's still very early, how about we go to the bar for a drink and chat?" Song Bingjian went downstairs with Ruyu. In the elevator, he squeezed to Ruyu's side and handed her the 'autumn spinach'.

"Excuse me, I also invited friends to have a barbecue at the beach at night," Ru Yu's voice was indifferent and alienated.

"You dated a friend?" Song Bingjian's face darkened, obviously displeased, "Ru Yu, what kind of friend did you date?"

Ruyu was finally defeated by his thick skin, so she couldn't help but say coldly, "Boyfriend."

Song Bingjian was taken aback when he heard her words, then laughed again, and then said confidently: "Ruyu, don't lie to me, you've only been dumped by Kim Jong-nam for a few days now, I'm afraid you haven't recovered from your sadness yet. Where is the boyfriend from?"

When I said this, a greasy face moved close to Ruyu's ear, and said in an extremely ambiguous way: "Ruyu, let's go to the bar to drink and chat first, and then... um..."

Song Bingjian's last long-tailed sound was like a fly flying into his mouth, almost making Ruyu so disgusted that he vomited out the pasta he just ate, only hated that the elevator went down too slowly.

Fortunately, as soon as the elevator arrived, Ruyu's cell phone rang. It was Lei Zhenyu calling. She seemed to have grasped the straw to save her life. She took out the cell phone and pressed the answer button before holding it firmly.

"Ruyu," Lei Zhenyu's magnetic voice came, and Song Bingjian's eyes swished on her, Ruyu's voice trembled because of the excitement: "I'm at the entrance of the French restaurant, come here quickly Pick me up, didn't we agree to go to the beach for a barbecue, have you bought everything for the barbecue?"

"I'll be there in 8 minutes." Lei Zhenyu laughed knowingly: "Let's go shopping together."

Song Bingjian's face was extremely ugly, but he was also very patient. He was just hanging around the door of this restaurant, pretending to call and send text messages to check the time, but in fact, he just wanted to see what kind of man came to pick up Ruyu .

Sure enough, Lei Zhenyu arrived 8 minutes later. He drove a Bugatti Veyron and stopped in front of Ruyu, got out of the car very gracefully, and then helped Ruyu open the door very gentlemanly and helped her get into the car.