Chapter 900

Su ran takes a deep breath, and looks at the breathless hotel where the man is as tall as a lion, and the handsome and charming man standing in front of the door waiting for her for a long time.

The hard lines of his face are like the masterpieces of God. That pair of ink sharp eyes and her window.

She saw her well-dressed face in the mirror of the car.

Su Mo said that she would not dress up and made herself a yellow faced woman. She didn't agree. She is just short of the eye-catching and straightforward of the young girl. What she has is Cong Ronghe who has accumulated and precipitated through time.

She has snow-white skin and delicate figure. She is a pure jade and a dusty pearl. As long as she is polished a little, it will burst into amazing light.

Rong Mingyuan seems to be impatient. His assistant comes up to knock on the door. Su ran slowly swallows the cramped sense of suffocation, mentions the noble black evening dress skirt that has been carefully prepared for a week, and steps out of the door.

Tonight, she is beautiful, with her perfect smile, she saw Rong Mingyuan's shock.

He would never have expected his wife to shine at this time.

Su ran comes forward gracefully, holds his strong arm, and walks into the red carpet like a couple of beauties with him.

They don't have a wedding, so every time they walk on the red carpet, Su ran imagines them walking into the auditorium. But this time, she is glad that she didn't profane the most sacred marriage before.

Three years of stable and comfortable marriage smoothed out all her original ambitions and edges. Her life and her world only revolved around the man around her.

To have a child for him is something she has been working hard for so many years. But she is so hard, still defeated Su mo of quietly intervene.

She's not sick, but she just can't get pregnant.

In the past three years, I have checked it countless times, but I can't find out the reason.

So, she didn't lose to Su Mo, she just lost to herself

***

men with excellent appearance, noble background, successful career and standing at the top of the pyramid are destined to become the hot spots for women.

She is like a stranger standing on a bridge to see the scenery. She smiles nobly and alienated, and she is a little mentally dissociated. She suddenly realizes that Rong Mingyuan has tightened her waist and is deeply hurt.

He whispered to her, "let's talk about it later."

She didn't seem to hear it. She pulled her hand out of his arm with a smile: "I'm a little uncomfortable. I'm going to have a rest next to him, so I won't accompany you to socialize."

From the moment she entered the door, all the eyes of resentment, surprise, envy, irony and jealousy never left her.

Mrs. Rong's aura is brilliant.

Standing in a quiet corner, she quietly appreciates Rong Mingyuan's skillful walk among the guests for the last time.

Even if the elite gathered, he is still the best one, standing out from the crowd, dominating everything.

My heart is still full of pain, but what she decides will never turn back.

Then, with firm and powerful steps, she walked through the crowd, stepped into the center of the stage, took the microphone in the hands of the host, and lit a beautiful and soft voice: "gentlemen, ladies, dear guests and friends, I am Su ran, Rong Mingyuan's wife. Before the reception, I have something to announce to you."

Looking at Rong Mingyuan under the stage, she saw the fierce storm in his eyes, and his silent warning. At this moment, she laughed and laughed very freely.

Ignoring the whispers below, she announced clearly and loud: "I, Su ran, only hereby officially announce that the marriage relationship with Mr. Rong Mingyuan has officially broken down. Since then, men's love and women's marriage have nothing to do with each other."

After a brief silence below, there was a strong discussion.

But all this has nothing to do with her.

Once again with Rong Mingyuan, looking at the burning flame in his eyes, she raised her mouth with pride.

She threw off her skirt, turned around nobly, and her skirt was flying. No one thought that Mrs. Rong, who looked weak and slender, would make such an amazing move.

Stretch out your hand to pull the curl on your head, and your head is covered with green silk like a waterfall. The charming flying hair is like her long-standing folded wings, and it's soaring again.

Even if the future world has nothing, at least she has her own.

*

as strong on the surface, as weak on the inside.

She can pretend that she doesn't care in front of people and turn around smartly, but she can't deceive her painful heart behind people.

Leaving the banquet hall, far away from the public, Su Ran's tone, which she had been forced to hold, collapsed for thousands of miles. Days of torture and trouble swept over her. She leaned against the wall and fell down.

However, before the complete fall, the soft body was hugged by a pair of strong Xiang.

Strong male hormone penetrated into her nose and made her dizzy

***

the divorce plan was launched as she wanted, but it took all her efforts.She squinted, trying to see the person in front of her, but there was only a fuzzy ghost shaking in front of her. Her legs were weak, and she had to stand against each other.

She knows something is wrong, thanks, and wants to push the other side away. Rong Mingyuan comes out with a black face. Then she sees his wife, who has just disgraced herself, leaning close to a handsome and charming man and whispering in his arms.

His self-esteem suffered an unprecedented setback, and Su ran disobeyed him for the first time.

He pulled Liu Fufeng's su ran out of the man's arms and said coldly, "Su ran, who agreed with you to do this? Have you ever considered the consequences? I always thought you were a good wife. Today, it really opened my eyes." he suddenly aimed at the man holding her, "is it a new marriage?"

Su ran endured a sharp pain in her wrist, and her beautiful eyes seemed to be unable to open. She was charming: "I learned from you, but I can't if you have a new love?"

Beneath her gentle appearance lay a soul that could not be insulted.

He raised his head and looked at the man in front of him. His fierce eyes suddenly burst out a cold light: "Qiao Yunshen, is that you?"

"It's me." Qiao Yunchang is standing tall, holding Su Ran's waist and smiling gently, "Mingyuan, I haven't seen you for many years. You're all right."

This is a man who shouldn't be here.

Rong Mingyuan's deep complexion stretched out his hand to Su ran: "go back with me."

"We're divorced." Su Ran is closer to Qiao Yun.

Rong Mingyuan gritted his teeth: "I didn't agree!" Then he clasped Qiao Yunshen's hand, "let her go, my woman is not your turn to intervene!"

Qiao Yunshen, dressed in a navy suit and a black bow tie, politely takes out a snow-white business card from his pocket and hands it to Rong Mingyuan: "Ranran has entrusted me to be her divorce lawyer earlier. This is my business card. Let's call later."

Old friends meet again, but the air is filled with a strong smell of smoke, sparks.

"You've been in touch for a long time?" Looking at the wife who nestles in Qiao Yun's deep arms and whose eyes are closed, Rong Ming's unprepared appearance makes him unhappy and impulsive.

No one is allowed to touch his things.

But Su Ran's unilateral announcement of divorce not only swept his face, but also made him have to re-examine the woman who had been waiting for him for three years. This time, he seemed to see a different Su ran.

He always thought that she was soft and considerate, but he didn't expect that her sharp teeth would bite his neck heavily.

Aloof, stubborn, strange, such as thorny rose in full bloom.

Qiao Yunshen is noncommittal: "sorry, Mr. Rong, Dyan is not comfortable. Let's talk about it another day." With a smile, he broke Rong Mingyuan's hand and bent down to hold Su ran up like a treasure.

Under Rong Mingyuan's sharp stare, he laughed and said calmly: "Mingyuan, she's in her heart. No matter what Ranran does, she can't get into your heart. This kind of marriage is torture to you and her. Su Mo is pregnant again, so you'd better let her go. She deserves better. "

"Her better is you?" Rong Mingyuan is full of ridicule.

Qiao Yunshen admitted: "yes, I let go three years ago, and I won't let go again after three years."

"What are you fighting with me?"

Qiao Yunshen looked humble: "wait and see."

***

from one night to another, the city is full of storm.

The news of Rong Mingyuan's divorce is like a spring breeze all over the streets.

Three years ago, Su ran became lucky and became Mrs. Rong, which attracted much attention. Three years later, she became an abandoned wife, and she became a hot topic again.

Even if she offered to divorce, she would only become the object of ridicule.

Su ran wakes up and looks at this strange room with clear black and white and low-key luxury.

Blinked, the memory before fainting, such as the tide, slowly all poured in. And she seemed to hear --

"you're awake."

Su ran looks along the voice and sees the man on the reclining chair in front of the French window putting down his poetry collection and taking her mobile phone. He is wearing a linen shirt and trousers, clean and clean. On his face, he looks like the warm smile of Tsinghua moonlight outside the window: "Ran Ran, long time no see."

"Yunshen, it's really you!"

It's really a long time ago.

Su ran sat up from Chuang in shock. Qiao Yun stuffed a pillow behind her thoughtfully: "it's me. Don't be so excited."

Before she fainted, she thought she had tinnitus and dizziness. When she woke up, it was true.

Qiao Yun deeply looks at Su Ran's haggard face, wants to stretch out his hand, and stifles it. He changes her soft hair to mo. even so, she still seems too intimate. Su Ran is not used to the men outside Rong Mingyuan's so close, and some uncomfortable people don't open their heads: "that night, thank you, but it's late, I should go home."

"Do you have a home to go back to?" It's so sharp that Su's face is bloodless.

Qiao Yunshen couldn't bear it and brought her a cup of hot tea: "it's late. You'll stay here tonight and have a good rest. If you have something to do, you can talk about it tomorrow.""But I --"

"I know. Don't worry. I'll take care of the rest."

Su Ran is not stupid: "how could you be there at that time, and when did you come back?"

"There happened to be a seminar held there by the bar association. I went to attend the conference, but I didn't expect to meet you."

"Then you must be a very good lawyer." Thinking of the past, Su ran was full of guilt and apology, "sorry, Yunshen, I --"

he shook his head as soft as water: "don't mention the past. The important thing is that I have talked with Rong Mingyuan in the future, and I will be responsible for your divorce."

Su ran bit her lip: "I can handle it myself."

"I know that our Ranran was also a famous talented woman in the law department." Qiao Yun affectionately stroked her white and tender face like an egg in the past, "but today is different from the past. Rong Mingyuan has a strong team of lawyers. In case he refuses to divorce you, you'd better give it to me."

"How can it be!" Think of pregnant Su Mo, Su ran suddenly heart plug, how can he not divorce. And even if he doesn't leave, she will.

In the end, she was convinced by Qiao Yunshen that she had the full power to deal with it, and she stayed obediently.

Because she's really homeless