Marriage status: Ex-husband, please respect yourself

Chapter 513 Not an opponent's double meaning

The next day, before rushing back to Nancheng from Shanghai, Lu Yao had already read the news on the headlines of her mobile phone that "Miss Song's family in Kyoto made extraordinary moves and smashed 600 million for a rosewood folding fan".

Click on the content of the homepage, most of which are repetitive and provocative wording, what slightly interested Lu Yao was the publicity of Song Ran's donation data in the past ten years.

It proved that this mere 600 million was not worth mentioning to her.

This coincided with Song Ran's rather indifferent sentence of "It's all for donation anyway" after Lu Yao asked last night.

She was a little emotional, poked Shao Yunchen's shoulder with her mobile phone, and handed it over, "Tell me, how many Miss Songs are there in this world?"

Shao Yunchen took the phone over, glanced at it briefly, and smiled lightly when returning it: "There is only one Lu Yao in this world."

Lu Yao glanced at him, a little annoyed, "You know that's not what I meant."

Shao Yunchen could naturally figure out the deep meaning in her words, but as an outsider, he couldn't comment too much on the relationship between Song Ran and Shang Rui.

But he firmly believes that the influence brought by the original family is enough to cause the status quo that Song Ran and Shang Rui cannot integrate.

And Lu Yao, who blurted out the words, suddenly remembered what Song Ran said yesterday that she didn't need sympathy from others, so she stopped talking in time, waved her hand to signal the topic to pass by, "Forget it, let's go over there and sit down. "

Shao Yunchen closed his eyes and held his breath, and followed behind Lu Yao.

On the other side, Song Ran, who had just boarded the private jet, also saw the relevant news records on the mobile phone handed over by the assistant. She was tired of coping, and sat on the soft leather sofa chair with one hand pinching her brow bone to calm herself down. At the same time, she handed over the mobile phone He went out, "You can deal with this matter yourself, you don't need to ask me."

In the past, Song Ran didn't like being reported by the media in ways she didn't know, no matter whether the content was true or not, but looking at it today, she seemed really tired.

"Ok."

The assistant, who noticed all this, withdrew immediately, leaving her enough private space.

Lying on the sofa chair for a while, when the plane landed, I received a call from my mother, telling her to go back to the Song residence for dinner after finishing the work at hand.

He agreed without thinking too much, and Shang Rui was there when he went back unexpectedly.

When Song Ran stepped into the house, the meals in the kitchen were already being prepared, and her father and husband were sitting on the sofa chairs on both sides of the living room, playing games with each other facing the chessboard set up in front of them.

After the servant took the bag and the windbreaker she took off from her hand, she raised her foot and deliberately walked around the living room, glanced at the deadlock on the chessboard from the corner of her eye, and then slightly curled her lips as if joking, " After so many years, why haven't you learned something from our dad?"

After returning from Shanghai, he can still call "our dad" like a normal person, and what he said is full of sarcasm. Facing such a calm and sharp Song Ran, Shang Rui has long been used to it.

He also laughed, and followed the topic, "I admit defeat. I'm not good at skills, so I'm willing to bow down."

Looking at the chess piece that was about to be eaten, Shang Rui got up from the sofa, and looked at the woman next to him with a soft light while arranging the hem of his shirt, "It seems that I have to ask my wife to come out of the mountain and save me a little bit of trouble."

In the blink of an eye, the two looked at each other shallowly, each pursing their lips with faint smiles, as if they were confronting something.Those who don't know the truth will mistakenly think that it is just the tender affection between husband and wife.

After staring at each other for a moment, Song Ran raised his foot, passed the man next to him, sat down on the sofa chair, and bowed to help his father arrange the new chessboard.

Song Ran's chess skills were taught by Song's father whenever he was free when he was young, so he has the style of his old man, relatively calm and restrained, but well-organized.

Compared with Shang Rui, who plays aggressive and adventurous chess, he always has a little more patience.

But when the father and daughter play chess, their minds are not all on the chessboard.Before the restaurant called for dinner, Shang Rui couldn't leave, so he sat down on the chair next to him, and was a spectator at ease.

The phone in his pocket vibrated several times, but he didn't look at it. When he reached out to take the warm water from the servant next to him, he suddenly heard Mr. Song start a new topic.

"I heard that you went to Shanghai to show off a lot this time?" When he spoke, his eyes were still fixed on the chessboard, and his tone was very casual, as if he was not in a hurry to prove anything.

Song Ran pushed a chess piece to move around on the chessboard, and pursed her lips lightly when she heard the words, "Don't you usually like to read those unrealistic gossip news?"

Song's mother had just had her face done upstairs, and happened to hear this conversation when she went down to the last floor of the stairs, so she took the fruit plate from the passing servant and delivered it to her personally.

The fruit plate was placed in front of Shang Rui, and at the same time responded for Mr. Song: "Your father didn't know about it from the news."

Shang Rui remained calm, holding the water glass in his hand, and listening to the clear knock on the chessboard, Song Lao took the lead in eating one of Song Ran's chess pieces, and at the same time continued to talk nonchalantly.

"It's an old friend from before. I took you there once when you were young. The Shan family in Jinling Shanghai. I don't know if you still have any memories."

Song Ran stared, and then ate one of Song Lao's chess pieces before responding: "I have no impression."

Song's mother, who couldn't understand the situation of the battle, but inexplicably liked the atmosphere, raised her voice a little bit, and jokingly said: "At that time, Xiao Ran was only two or three years old. I remember that the youngest son of the Shan family celebrated his first birthday." , how could she remember?"

At this point, Song Ran still didn't seem to understand anything, but after hearing what her mother said, she couldn't help but look up at her, and smiled gently, "Really, it really happened?"

Recalling the topics of previous years, Song's mother's thoughts also wandered in her memory, as if she remembered something funny, "The youngest son of the Shan family celebrates his first birthday, and there is a lot of ostentation. I just wanted to see what he could catch, but you went up and took all his favorite things away without saying a word, and his youngest son quit and hugged your leg and cried..."

When it comes to the events of that year, Mother Song has an aftertaste.

When Song Ran heard this, her expression collapsed a little. She glanced in the direction of her mother, then turned to look at her father opposite, "Really?"

Song Ran didn't actually doubt the authenticity of the past that Song's mother described. Although this absurd behavior could not be linked to her current self, she, Song Ran, was not born with such a temper. Carefree childhood.

On the other side, Mr. Song seemed to be caught in some kind of memory after listening to his daughter's question. After slightly adjusting his sitting posture, he waved his hand, "That was a long time ago."

The family here recalls the past, and Shang Rui inevitably becomes an outsider.

No one else seems to care about his feelings, and no one will deliberately lead the words to him. In the past, when he was young, he would go to great lengths to laugh along with him, but in Shang Rui's memory, that experience is also It was also a long time ago.

He didn't want to mention that memory, and he was happy because he could stay out of it now.

Time passed silently, and about half an hour later, Song Ran stared at the coveted pieces on the chessboard, and gently curled her lips, "It seems that I am not Dad's opponent either."

She was very frank and never denied it.

For so many years, the only man Song Ran admired and admired, and the only man who wanted to rely on quietly when he was helpless, was his father.

Song Laofang seemed to understand the meaning of her words, and when he looked up, a pair of eyes that were not so clear were soaked in a sharp light.

He pushed the eaten chess piece onto the board, and stood up while leaning on the armrest of the sofa chair, "You are my daughter, of course you are not my opponent."

They are a father-daughter relationship. The father will support and protect his daughter all his life, so how can he be willing to become an opponent with her.

After getting up, he ordered to prepare dinner, and went to the restaurant with the support of Song's mother, Shang Rui raised his heels behind him.In the living room, only Song Ran was still sitting there, looking up at the back of her parents leaving, while her father's words just now echoed back and forth in her mind.

(End of this chapter)