Madam, the entire entertainment industry is looking forward to your divorce

Chapter 791
Ye Junchen was dubious.

"Sister-in-law, is what you said true?"

Why is he so unbelievable!
Su Li, that stinky girl, has always been straightforward.

Never hide what's on your mind.

She's also not at all the type of person who would start another relationship just to avoid it.

Song Anhao looked straight into Ye Junchen's eyes: "Do you believe me?"

Her eyes seemed to have magic power, which made Ye Junchen's mind empty, thinking about nothing, so he nodded and said, "I believe, of course I believe my little sister-in-law."

Song Anhao patted him on the shoulder to comfort him: "So, don't be in a hurry now, and don't get angry! Just make it miserable, the worse the better. Of course, since it's a miserable situation, let her know, otherwise it won't be in vain. Is it sold?"

Ye Junchen blinked his eyes: "Selling miserably?"

Apart from crying and pretending to be pitiful, he will not act miserable.

Song Anhao gave him a blank look, and said speechlessly: "You don't know, then you always watch TV, right? What do you do when you lose love on TV? Drinking, drinking hard, drinking from morning to night, drunk to death ... Do you understand?"

Ye Junchen understood immediately, and nodded vigorously: "I understand!"

Song Anhao worriedly reminded: "Remember, I didn't really make you drunk, nor did I really make you drink alcohol. You just need to drink a little to make yourself smell a little bit alcoholic. Drinking too much alcohol is not good for your health, it will hurt your health." .I usually drink less."

Ye Junchen nodded in addition to nodding.

I have no doubts about Song Anhao's words.

After the conversation, before leaving, Song Anhao didn't forget to remind him: "You can go drink now, drink in a place where Su Li can see, and drink continuously! Don't drink too much. Otherwise, if you say something that shouldn't be said, Immortal Da Luo won't be able to help you."

Ye Junchen immediately understood Song Anhao's meaning, and looked at Song An as if he was an OK cleanup, and left in a hurry.

Song An was shivering from the cold.

She rubbed her arms with goosebumps vigorously, and was about to enter the hotel when she suddenly saw a tall figure standing under the loquat tree not far away, with her back to her side.

Even if it was just a back view, she couldn't see his face clearly, but she immediately recognized that the man standing under the loquat tree was her husband - Shen Xiuran.

Why is Shen Xiuran here?

When did he come?
He came to find her?

This thought flashed through his mind, and Song Anhao quickly denied it.

If she came out with another man, Shen Xiuran might follow suspiciously.

However, she came here to talk with Ye Junchen. Even if Shen Xiuran didn't trust the whole world, he wouldn't distrust Ye Junchen and his three brothers.

Besides, before she came out, wasn't Shen Xiuran talking to Mr. Shen?

Song Anhao walked over, and a pungent smell of smoke filled his nostrils.

"Cough cough..."

She coughed painfully twice.

Her voice immediately attracted Shen Xiuran's attention.

He turned around and saw Song Anhao standing not far behind him, covering his mouth and coughing uncomfortably, busily putting out the cigarette butt in the ashtray, took off his suit jacket and put it on Song Anhao's shoulder: "It's so cold God, I don’t know how to wear a coat when I go out, what should I do if my coat gets sick from the cold?”

"I have a baby warmer on me, so it's not cold!" Song An took a good look at the large and small cigarette butts in the ashtray in his hand, and frowned slightly.

"Uncle, what's wrong with you? Why do you smoke?"

Having been married to Shen Xiuran for so long, she knows Shen Xiuran too well.

Apart from irregular life schedule, he has no bad habits.

No smoking or drinking.

Even if you go out to socialize, apart from the slight smell of alcohol, you will definitely not smell of cigarettes.

And today, he was actually smoking.

It is enough to see that he must be in a very bad mood now.

Shen Xiuran didn't answer. He put the ashtray under the tree, walked up to Song Anhao, and asked with concern, "Did you choke you just now? I'll accompany you in to drink some water to moisten your throat."

Song Anhao shook his head and refused, "Uncle, did the old man say something to you just now that made you feel bad? Tell me, although I may not be able to help you, I can share the burden for you."

Shen Xiuran lowered his head.

The silver-white moonlight shone on Song Anhao's face, casting a faint radiance on her whole body.

Her clear eyes were like stars in the night sky, extraordinarily shining.

Song Anhao didn't force him, just looked at him quietly and gave him enough time.

(End of this chapter)