After the divorce, the ex-wife kept losing her vest

Chapter 22 Her love is over

Nan Song was not lying when she said she had no time, she was really busy.

After returning to Nancheng, there have been constant dinner parties. She is busy with work matters, and so far she has not gone to any private dinners. She said that she would put her career first, and then she got cold faces from her brothers.

There is another work situation waiting for her tonight.

When the lanterns come on, Nancheng is the busiest time every night. The pedestrian streets are full of little sisters holding hands and young lovers kissing, adding a youthful and romantic atmosphere to this ancient city.

Nan Song leaned back on the chair, pulled down the window, and quietly stared at the world outside.

A couple was eating freshly grilled meat skewers on the curb. The woman fed the man. The man finished the meat and kissed his girlfriend. Then the girl looked at him and smiled sweetly, and the two held hands. Heading to the next food stall...what a simple and happy love routine.

That's all she wanted.

Tomorrow is the big day for him to marry another bride. The reason why she doesn't see him is because she doesn't know what to say to him.

As an ex-wife, as someone who has loved him for so many years, perhaps her most beautiful gesture should be to bless him generously, but she is a stingy person and cannot see him standing arm-in-arm with others.

"Put on a song and listen."

Nan Song gave an order, and Gu Heng, who was sitting in the passenger seat, turned on the car music, and a classic old song came softly from the speakers, "If those two words didn't tremble, I wouldn't have noticed that I was uncomfortable. It’s just a breakup…”

She slowly closed her eyes and listened to the song slowly reaching its climax——

"Ten years ago, I didn't know you and you didn't belong to me. We were still the same, accompanying a stranger and walking through the streets that became increasingly familiar. Ten years later, we are friends..."

Various appearances of Yu Jinwen over the past ten years flashed through Nan Song's mind. His proud appearance, his triumphant appearance, his painful appearance, and his sleeping appearance were all firmly engraved in her heart.

But the only thing she didn't want to know was what he looked like in front of his beloved.

She's seen it and been heartbroken by it.

Tomorrow, her love and her youth will all come to an end.

……

The dinner was held at the Lakeside Guild Hall, which was formerly the French Concession during the Republic of China. It retained a lot of the flavor of the Republic of China. The gramophone, oil paintings, rickshaws, etc. were all special features. The waiters all wore cheongsam.

Nan Song took her assistant directly into the box on the third floor. Today, she was invited by Yang Ke, the general manager of Nanhua Real Estate, who wanted to talk to her about the cooperation project for the land in the northern suburbs.

However, when they arrived at the box, the figure sitting by the window was not Yang Ke, but——

"Fu Yu." Nan Song narrowed his eyes and called out his name.

Mr. Fu was lazily leaning against the window. The window was so high, but his long legs could reach the ground steadily. At a glance, it was all legs.

Seeing Nan Song arriving, Fu Yu stood up and took a greeting posture, "Miss Nan, nice to meet you."

"Did I go wrong?" Nan Song asked calmly.

"No."

Fu Yu smiled softly, went around to the other side of the dining table to pull out a chair for Nan Song, and waved his hand in a gentlemanly manner, "Please sit down."

Nan Song stood still.

As soon as Gu Heng took out his phone, Fu Yu said: "No need to confirm, it's me. Because I want to cooperate with you, I let Yang Ke out."

This is extremely arrogant.

"Mr. Nan..." Gu Heng stepped forward to ask Nan Song for instructions, and was ready to call security to come up at any time and escort Nan Song out of here.

Nan Song looked at Fu Yu, who had a natural, casual and confident expression, and had no intention of leaving. She wanted to see what kind of tricks this peacock, who was always ready to open its tail, was playing.

After Nan Song sat down, Fu Yu snapped his fingers, and the waiters began to serve food and pour wine in an orderly manner.

Nan Song never had any desire to chat with people he didn't know well, so he went straight to the point, "Master Fu just said that he wanted to cooperate with me, but I don't know what he wants to cooperate with me for?" Fu Yu didn't show off, and took a business-like attitude, " I'm quite interested in that piece of land in the northern suburbs of Nancheng."

"Oh, really?"

Nan Song looked him up and down. He was wearing a deep V suit with a large slit. He had a pair of loving peach blossom eyes and a smile. He didn't look like he was here to discuss business, but more like he was here to pick up girls.

Fu Yu sat there, letting her look at her openly, and even took the initiative to strike up a conversation, "How about it, I look pretty handsome in this outfit."

He uses declarative sentences instead of questions, and he is full of confidence in himself.

Nan Song also never likes to tell lies and gave a fair evaluation, "It's not bad."

Fu Yu added: "The main reason is that the person who chose this dress has good taste."

The young man is on the road and can talk.

Nan Song chuckled, "Since you are so good at talking, I might as well tell you that the piece of land in the northern suburbs was bought by my second and third uncles, but I have no intention of building it into a golf course."

"Of course. The terrain and soil conditions of that land are not suitable for building a golf course. It is most suitable for building a horse racing track."

Fu Yu spread his hands, "So, heroes see the same thing, and we share the same goals."

Hearing "horse farm", Nan Song's expression stopped being tense and showed some interest, "What are the benefits of cooperating with Mr. Fu?"

"Master Fu" was changed to "Mr. Fu", and Fu Yu knew that the cooperation negotiation had reached 80%.

He laughed and said, "Our Fu family is quite domineering. When we cooperate with others, we usually have to take [-]% of the profit. But in order to achieve the goal of pursuing you, I am willing to give up [-]% of the profit. Let's give [-]% to [-]%. How about it?"

Nan Song was amused and said, "Master Fu is quite humorous. I'll pay for this meal, you can do it yourself."

She turned cold and stood up to leave.

Changing faces is faster than turning the pages of a book.

Fu Yu was stunned for a moment and was shaken by her face-changing skill. When he realized what he was doing, Nan Song had already strode to the door. He walked over in one stride, ducked in front of Nan Song, and blocked the door.

"Miss Nan, I'm not joking, Fu is serious."

Nan Song raised her eyes slightly and swept his face with cold eyes. She felt that after three years of training by Yu Jinwen's side, her patience was much better than before, and she could continue to talk nonsense with this man.

"First of all, I have always made a distinction between public and private affairs, and I hate the kind of men who take advantage of the opportunity to pick up girls under the guise of work. Do you think you are very attractive?"

"Second, your Fu family is domineering, but this is not Rongcheng, but Nancheng. Nancheng doesn't even have the surname Fu."

"Third, you come here to ask for cooperation and you want five, what are you dreaming about? I don't even want to give you three!"

After listening to what she said, Fu Yu nodded and thought what she said made sense. Then he asked in a good-tempered manner, "Just these three? Are there four more?"

This person is really shameless.

"Fourth," Nan Song responded to his request, took a step forward, and said coldly: "Poaching brothers, is this done by humans?"

Hearing this, Fu Yu blurted out without thinking, "Aren't you and Lao Yu already divorced?"

To kill someone, Nan Song rudely stepped on him with a high heel.

"Ah... hiss."

Fu Yu tasted the power of high heels for the first time. The pain and stimulation went up to his head. It was so satisfying.

Looking at Nan Song's cold figure as he left, he added without fear of death, "Lao Yu is getting married tomorrow, are you going? Let's go together."

(End of this chapter)