When Yan Hao arrived at the hospital, he received a message from Song Ran's assistant. At this time, Shan Rao was communicating with the doctor and wanted to take out his wallet in his pocket to settle the bill.
But after fumbling around, he finally felt nothing.
When he was frowning, the man behind him patted him on the shoulder, "young master, your wallet was picked up by Miss Song, and her assistant is preparing to deliver it to you."
With that, she poked the phone chat record in front of him.
Shan Rao didn't want to see what the content of the chat was. Just hearing the words "Miss Song" was enough to make his slightly tight eyebrows completely open.
"In this case..." He patted the arm of the man next to him, "this bill can only be settled by you. There is no money in my mobile phone."
Finish saying, can't help but touch that cringe in the corner, fluffy little fellow, "it seems that you are a matchmaker for us, this time do not accept you also can't make sense."
Naturally, the fluffy little fellow couldn't understand what he was talking about, so he could only respond by "meow" twice.
When the assistant went to deliver the wallet, song ran was having lunch in a nearby restaurant. After waiting for about 20 minutes, she saw the woman rushing back from the window. "Miss, Mr. Shan is here."
Song Ran's eyes sank, and soon saw the man behind her. His steps were calm, and he held a ball of snow-white flowers in his arms.
The man stepped into the door, pulled a chair opposite song ran and sat down with a smile on his face. "Miss Song, it's really predestined."
Song Ran has just finished her meal in front of her. Most of her attention is attracted by the unidentified creatures in the man's arms. "Where's the cat?"
"I just saved it on the side of the road. If it wasn't for it, we wouldn't have met so coincidentally." With that, he gave way to the body and let the little guy show his face.
"I can't see that Mr. Shan is still a loving man."
Song ran stares at the cat and doesn't show too much emotion. However, after thinking about it, she quickly reacts, "you didn't order the meal in the hotel yesterday for me?"
Before the man could answer, she had already guessed through the subtle expression changes on the other side's face, and then asked: "you said you were on a business trip. What's the difference in coming to this town?"
A series of questions made the man laugh. He calmed down and automatically ignored the first tacit question. He only answered the second, "trade secret. Miss Song doesn't want to buy such important business information from me with such a small favor?"
"Business information?" Song ran suddenly understood something, but she did not feel that she was "if I understand it correctly, has the tourism industry of single family done very well in recent years?"
Guessing a certain possibility, she looked at each other with sharp eyes. "My father said that you have unique insight. I don't know whether Fenghuang ancient town can be regarded as a geomantic treasure land to be developed in your eyes."
Mention phoenix ancient town, the man's eyes trembled, and song ran again on the line of sight, that eye emotion also slowly become meaningful.
He exclaimed in secret. Unexpectedly, he thought that the woman would have such sensitivity. In addition to his surprise, he was more appreciative and admiring at that moment.
He likes smart women.
It's better to see his mind at a glance.
Seeing that he was exposed and hesitated for a short time, Shan Rao didn't hide it, but nodded with a smile, "I always think that we two are very in tune. This kind of tacit understanding is not so easy to have."
When he finished speaking, the little fellow in his arms turned uneasily, put out his head, and then put out a paw, trying to climb to the table in front of him.
At the moment, song Ran's mind is quite different from this man.
This man's words are frivolous, a pair of hook people's peach blossom eyes are picked up, with that kind of ruffian spirit, it is really not like the second young master from the famous family.
It's more like the young people of the market class who make a name call. They usually eat enough of the hardships that ordinary people can't, so they will lie and wrap their ambition with their evil spirit.
At this thought, she could not understand him.
But at the moment, she still kept her usual apathy and broke his fantasy with a smile. "If I'm right, Mr. Shan should have come here a few days earlier than me. You have learned in advance of the plan that Fenghuang ancient town will invite public bidding. The first reaction is to find people who have the right to intervene in the city to communicate..."
She is not slow, tone light slow, Shan Rao listened, unconsciously raised a bit of interest, Ning eyebrow nodded, "is this, where is wrong?"
He thought so. Yesterday, according to the expected plan, he talked about the communication matters to an ideal level. This morning, he planned to go to the ancient town to have a look. But he met this little guy in his arms on the way, so he temporarily changed his way back.
Song ran didn't want to explain too much, but then he made clear his position, "everyone should strive for it according to his own ability. As long as it is not an informal means of competition, I can accept any result with pleasure."
At this point, Shan Rao naturally understood, his thin lips gently raised up, "so I said that Miss Song and I have a good understanding. Is this not a mistake? "He didn't seem to care much about the result that the two became competitors. Instead, he was happy about it.
Song ran looked at him, and finally gently pushed aside the chair under his body and stood up. "I don't think so. At least in terms of policy, we think differently."
Before leaving, she took a look at the little guy in the man's arms. The white fur was still stained with a few wisps of blood. The wound had just been treated in the hospital, but it didn't look very good.
"Mr. Shan has a cat?"
About cats, song Ran has some childhood memories, which are not very clear memories.
The topic involves the individual, Shan Rao is a little surprised, and then reveals the smile of the famous ruffian, "raised a lot, about a few hundred."
Seeing that he didn't look like a serious conversation, song ran had no desire to go on. Before leaving, he only asked coldly, "Mr. Shan doesn't seem to be a suitable person for a cat. I advise you to consider it carefully before adopting him."
If you can't take care of it properly, it's better to find a better family for it at the beginning.
The man understood the meaning of song Ran's words, and his long and narrow eyes were staring at the figure and pushing the door to go out. Then he lifted his lips and said, "I think you don't know me enough."
But he thought optimistically that there would always be a chance for her to understand.
Song ran once had a cat. When she was very young, she lost the cat when she took it out to play and never found it back.
It's also since then that she hasn't moved her mind to keep a pet.
Just like this time from the failed marriage, she also planned to be lonely for life.
She pushed the door out, and the little assistant who had been waiting outside caught up with her. Before she went to the parked car body, she opened the door and waited.
Before stepping into the car door, she lifted her eyes and glanced at her faintly, "are you good with Mr. Shan's follower?"
The assistant quickly opened the door of the driver's seat and went in. When he was wearing the seat belt, he replied in a hurry: "no, I'm not familiar. I also want to get some routine from him to see if Mr. Shan intentionally followed you here."
Song Ran's cold eyes did not tear down anything.
The assistant seemed embarrassed for a while. When he started the engine, he glanced back and said with a smile: "I heard that Mr. Shan opened a pet shelter in England and adopted hundreds of cats and dogs."
The woman closed her eyes and didn't respond.
However, some thoughts in my mind turned round, just in line with the conversation with him not long ago. At that time, his face was full of evil charm and calm smile, combined with the sentence "hundreds of birds have been raised", which always makes people unconsciously listen to it as a joke.
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