Chapter 630

Yan Yan can't return to Nancheng in time because she is busy buying single trade projects in Shanghai.

When the acquisition process is halfway through, it is found that there is a shortage of capital flow and a fault in the interest chain. If we want to re engage, we must inject a large amount of capital.

Projects are money making projects, but she doesn't have enough money on hand.

Therefore, during this period of time, I have been running between Britain and Shanghai, but I have not spare time to go back to Nancheng.

Two months later, bad news came from Nancheng, and Yan Yuanqiao died in the hospital.

At that time, the woman had just returned to Shanghai from England, and had already agreed on a meeting time with Shan Rao. When she was caught off guard by the phone call, the whole person seemed to be distracted and sat down on the side of the road.

Soon, Shan Rao also got the news from Song ran.

The man leaned back on the sofa and grinned, "I heard that she and Yan Mo have never been able to get along with each other. Is this time completely broken?"

Song ran eyes, tapping the keyboard, "is not, go to see to know."

After hanging up the phone, the landline at hand rings again. Song ran thinks it's an internal line, so he doesn't pay attention to the caller ID. unexpectedly, after trying to get through, there comes a dull voice that hasn't been seen for a long time.

"It's done for you. Mrs. Smith has left England."

On the phone, shangrui's voice is stuffy and full of tiredness.

Song ran was still stunned for half a second. His fingers holding the phone subconsciously curled up and hooked the corner of his lips to respond: "I know. Thank you very much."

She was still as quiet as usual, even did not speak clearly, thinking of hanging up the phone.

Shangrui on the other end of the phone seemed to have guessed her mind and interrupted with a voice raised slightly, "you're not curious. How is the matter going?"

Song Ran's hand to hang up the phone was stiff. Then she looked up at the clock on the wall and said, "I'll have a meeting in five minutes."

"I'll make a long story short." Shang Rui narrowed his eyes and explained clearly: "Mr. Smith is not going to intervene in the market outside the UK for the time being, so he will not give Yan Yan any financial support. As far as I know, he is already preparing for a divorce."

The divorce was one of the demands made by song ran when he sent the book to shangrui.

She could see that Mr. Smith did not have much real feelings for his wife, so it was not difficult to stir up a relationship between the two.

As long as shangrui accidentally reveals some of Mrs. Smith's actions in China, there will be conflicts between them sooner or later.

Yan Yan married Smith in order to get revenge on Shan Yuan. As for Smith, it is simpler. He just wants to take advantage of Yan Yan to get Shan Rao's company property in England.

Therefore, it is not surprising that the two people who first joined up because of their interests eventually parted ways because of their interests.

So song ran heard these, but also quite quietly hook lips and smile, "I know."

Yan Yan's father's death has cut off Britain's backer. Yan Yan's current situation can be described as difficult.

Song ran, who hangs up the phone, chuckles and shakes her head as she tidies up the conference materials on her desk. She is a little curious about what kind of mental state is the high spirited Miss Yan.

She song Ran has seen a lot of people who break a good hand.

After the meeting, she sent a message of sympathy to Yan Mo with her mobile phone. The next day, she went to the cemetery in the eastern suburb of Nancheng to attend the funeral of Mr. Yan.

It happened to be a drizzle that day. Song ran stood at the end of the crowd in a black suit and a dark umbrella. He was as silent as the others.

At this time, under the umbrella suddenly came a touch of human figure, fixed a look, not surprisingly recognized that the person is Shan Rao.

The umbrella is just on top of the man's head. Song ran looks up and sees his dark eyelashes covered with small drops of water. His black suit is also wet, showing different shapes.

Originally want to drive the words also all swallow to go back, silently raised the umbrella a few minutes.

Seeing this, Shan Rao gave a very ungrateful smile, bent over her ear and asked, "how did you come?"

If you ask this question, you are prepared not to wait for a response.

Sure enough, song ran was just leaning towards him with an umbrella, and his whole body was full of air of refusing to communicate.

Shan Rao didn't give up. He wanted to say something, but he was caught off guard by a burst of noise coming from the front of the crowd.

Then, there were trivial arguments from the silent crowd. Some people pretended to move forward carelessly. Soon, the vision exposed to song ran was blocked.

As song ran expected, with Yan Yan there, Yan Yuanqiao's funeral will not be safe.

She turned her head in silence, and saw the figure standing in the shade of the tree in the distance, and with a faint smile on her lips.

Mu Ming, dressed in a gray jacket and his eagle like sharp eyes under his cap, was staring at the crowd in the distance. He stood for a moment, pulled up the zipper of his jacket, buried his half face under the upright collar, and walked away.When song ran turned back, he just saw the figure of the man when he left.

Just as she was about to take back her eyes, she suddenly noticed the surging of people around her, and her vision, which had been covered by the crowd, brightened up again. The woman's aura from the crowd was fierce and domineering, which provoked people to avoid.

Song ran was still, slightly picking eyebrows, waiting for someone to come.

Until she stood in front of her, she looked up and down with disdain and called out, "Mrs. Smith..."

After a pause, he changed his words as if he were suddenly enlightened. "No, should I call you miss Yan again now?"

Today's Yan Yan is wearing thick black smoky makeup, her long hair is tied into a bright black horsetail, and she wears a black pearl hat for decoration on her head.

"Miss, today is the Lord's funeral. Let's talk about it some other time..."

The old housekeeper followed her and held the umbrella for her. Seeing that the atmosphere was not right, he tried to dissuade her. However, he choked back by the other party's eyes. Then he pursed his lips and did not dare to say anything more.

Yan Yan's hands hung on the side of the body, tightly clenched into a fist, and soon all of her body was shaking with anger.

She knew that things would not be so simple. Her father should not die suddenly. Smith should not divorce her suddenly. Even in the trade industry in Shanghai, someone has dug a hole waiting for her to jump.

She knew she had chosen the wrong person to challenge, but she was still reluctant to admit her mistake.

"Song ran, I didn't allow you to come to my father's funeral." She said, caught off guard, she raised her hand, and slapped it very quickly and violently.

Song ran subconsciously evades, but the man's reaction is obviously faster. Before she can escape, the hand has been firmly clenched by him.

Shan Rao's eyes were full of anger, and the strength of holding each other's arm was obviously increased. Seeing Yan Mo's intention to stop him, he pushed the man away with a warning: "this is not the place for you to start."

Yan Yan is pushed and staggers into Yan Mo's arms.

See she still want to attack, the man immediately clasped her hands and clamped her in his arms.

Yan Yan, who couldn't get rid of it for several times, roared like a mad lion.

Song ran saw this, his face showed indifference, and he looked at her gently, "I'm sorry, Miss Yan, it's Yan Zong who invited me here. I think it's not you who are in charge of the Yan family now."

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