The door in the private room slowly closed, completely isolating the waiters passing by in the corridor. Under the warm lights, the rich dishes on the table almost didn't move.

While taking out his cell phone and finding an acquaintance to ask, Su Yu looked up and said to Ji Tang: "It's OK for Deng Kang to have a seventh floor and above, so I don't know what he meant by his pigeon in the middle..."

Before this was finished, I was interrupted by the movement of the box being pushed open.

Su Yu thought it was the man who was back, and was smiling and about to get up to greet him.

The result was that Song Yumo, wearing a cut and tidy pure black suit, walked in slowly, and followed four bodyguards, maintaining three steps long distances very regularly.

As soon as he entered the private room, the last bodyguard closed the door with one hand.

That posture is like paying close attention to the big guys who play in the movie.

Su Yu didn't understand why he thought of this. He couldn't hold his phone firmly inexplicably and looked at him subconsciously.

When Song Yumo broke in without saying hello, Ji Tang was like nothing happened. His eyes were not raised, his knuckles were fair, and he tasted the delicious food on the table with chopsticks.

Song Yumo didn't say anything after sitting down. His eyes were deep and unclear under the golden silk frame. From the distance opposite, his eyes remained on Ji Tang without moving for half a second. The lights randomly zipped out the sharp outline of his facial features, which invisibly made people dare not speak loudly.

Su Yu couldn't figure out the attitude of this big boss. Logically speaking, the gods disappeared for so long, so he shouldn't have come to harass Ji Tang.

Soon, she had no chance to continue thinking.

The bodyguard came over and invited her out politely.

Su Yu looked at Ji Tang again and saw that she had served half a bowl of soup and ignored it.

In the face of capital forces, a small person like Su Yu couldn't stand it like dust and silently pulled open his chair.

As soon as she left, the four bodyguards followed her out, and finally did not forget to completely close the door of the private room.

The pouch spring seemed to hit the heart of a person.

...

Ji Tang tasted all the dishes on the table. She chewed them slowly and stroked a few strands of drooping hair on her cheeks behind her ears. She ate them halfway and stopped to drink.

She drank half of the bottle of red wine in front of her alone.

From beginning to end, Song Yumo didn't speak and sat quietly.

His eyes were staring straight, as if he was looking at her, as if he was trance.

Finally, Ji Tang was full and put down his chopsticks. Only then did his deep eyes change, and he pulled open the chair and got up.

Ji Tang opened the door of the box and wanted to go out. Song Yumo's bodyguard did not dare to stop her. She was wearing sharp high heels and a long green skirt tightly, so she couldn't walk fast. After a few steps, her bodyguard handed over her coat.

She took it, put it lightly on her shoulder, lowered her head, and swept it from the corner of her eyes to Song Yumo and followed her slowly.

As soon as you walk out of the club and stop in front of you, you are a familiar business luxury car.

In the passenger seat, Song Tu got off, and his bright smile first raised: "Madam..."

The expression on Ji Tang's delicate face seemed to be so transparent that there was nothing, and his eyes swept over and he was very cold.

After divorce, she still didn't change her name. The Song family knew about it, but she thought she used some means to bother Song Yumo.

When it comes to entanglement, the one who is not even separated is the man who is gradually approaching behind her.

Ji Tang's white fingertips were tightly clasped with his coat, and from the corner of his eyes swept the silhouettes of the two almost overlapping under the street light. The sharp high heels under his feet were about to move forward half an inch when he heard Song Yumo's voice as calm as the two of them came from his ears: "Ji Tang, let's talk--"

There was a traffic jam in front of Song Tu, and behind it was a group of bodyguards from Song Yumo.

Even if she has wings, it is difficult for her to fly. Moreover, since she signed the divorce agreement, the two have not formally negotiated.

It's time to sit down and have a chat.

After the negotiation is completed, you will be a stranger when you meet and don’t be beaten by anyone.

Ji Tang did not choose to play an escape game with Song Yumo for a few seconds, after weighing the interests, so she turned around slowly and finally looked at him, and her bright red lips spit out the first word tonight: "Okay."

Song Yumo wanted to talk about it, but it was not in the car.

He proposed to take a walk nearby. In this cold weather, if you go for a walk at night, Ji Tang must have rolled his eyes on the past. Now, unlike the past, how dare she roll her eyes on this man?

Thinking that this was only this time, Ji Tang hesitated and agreed.

At around 10 o'clock in the evening, a thin layer of snow had already accumulated on the street, and there were not many pedestrians on the road.

Ji Tang was wearing high heels, pointed and thin, unable to walk fast.

Song Yumo intended to cooperate with her, with her figure particularly upright and her steps were very steadily. Under the lights on both sides, the suit was still neat. The dark green tie made the collar of the shirt look snow-white, and indirectly made his facial features look very rigorous and difficult to mess with.

After walking for a few minutes, Ji Tang was waiting for him to speak, thinking about how to deal with it after thinking about it.

If she had no feeling in her heart, she would have been in bed with him for a while, but she deliberately suppressed this feeling of discomfort.

The cold wind blew over and it was chilly. Ji Tang was halfway through and couldn't help but turn his head to look at the particularly taciturn man. His beautiful eyebrows frowned: "Aren't you going to talk?"

Song Yumo slowly copied her slender and powerful fingers on her pants pocket. Facing her, she looked very calm and said, "Your clothes and jewelry are still in the villa, and you haven't taken them away."

Ji Tang frowned again: "You throw it away."

She didn't take it away because she didn't want to go back to the villa and run into Song Yumo to avoid getting more trouble.

Song Yumo had his double eyelids particularly deep, and he stared at her and said, "I don't have time."

It is probably a big project to throw away her jewelry, high-end dresses, bags, and bottles of skin care products. But he doesn't want to do it, so he will give him a command and a bodyguard will replace him.

Ji Tang thought so in his heart and said it.

Song Yumo still had the calm attitude and refused to throw these things for her.

"If you don't have time to come here, go to the villa tonight to take it away."

“…”

Ji Tang didn't want to go, so he didn't say anything.

Before she nodded, Song Yumo continued to walk forward slowly without saying a word, and this time she ignored her high heels.

Until Ji Tang started standing there and did not leave, his dark eyes fixedly looked at his back and said, "Okay."

After nodding in agreement.

Song Yumo didn't even have to worry about the car, and told Song Tu, who was driving not far away, to come over immediately.

This set of things is like making arrangements in advance.

Ji Tang said nothing and got into the car quietly.

She hadn't returned to this villa for a long time. As soon as she stepped in, a sense of strangeness arose. The heating would drive away the cold outside. The living room was empty and looked particularly deserted, without a trace of popularity.

The nanny didn't see it on weekdays, and soon even the bodyguards left.

Ji Tang went upstairs silently, and the high heels stepped on the floor and made a crisp sound, which coincided with the sound of the man's footsteps. The lights were turned on one by one, and the warm yellow halo was sprinkled on his body and hair.

Indirectly, the outline of the beautiful face also makes the appearance of a little blurry.

As soon as he walked into the cloakroom full of luxury goods, Ji Tang took off the coat that was lightly placed on his shoulder, stood in the center, and slowly turned around, his expression on his face was gone, and he didn't even have the desire to be polite or Song Yumo smiled, and asked him directly: "What do you mean."

He appeared in the private room without warning, and did not speak. He asked her to accompany him to walk around the cold winter months, but he did not speak.

Even though she knew she was wearing high heels, she would compromise soon after she walked.

It was just to find an excuse to deceive her back to the villa. Ji Tang just tolerated it and couldn't see through it.

Song Yumo still had to look that way, and he locked the door of the cloakroom slowly, and his eyes fell on her: "Ji Tang, I have been observing you for the time I left the Song family, and you seem to be doing well."

"Is there any problem?"

She did not deny it, could a divorced woman give up on herself like a wealthy woman?

Ji Tang looked at him and was controlling his long-depressed emotions.

Song Yumo slowly stated: "You are doing well, but I am not doing well."

This is the conclusion he came to after observing for a long time.

Ji Tang smiled coldly: "So you plan to make it difficult for me? Song Yumo, didn't your mother tell you everything right before I signed the divorce agreement? To put it bluntly, I have never been officially accepted by the Song family, but just temporarily quit your wife's identity, and everyone takes what they need."

When she didn't pretend, every word she said was like a sharp blade, and she stabbed the man's heart without blinking.

Song Yumo's eyes were dark and heavy, and he stared at Ji Tang with complex emotions. Only children with insecure would like to use sharp language to actively attack others and protect themselves.

He leaned against the cold door of the cloakroom. It took him a long time to relieve the dull pain in his chest, and his voice was low: "Ji Tang, I knew you had never really loved me. In this marriage, I have been learning how to develop feelings for you. I hope you can have a little bit of it, even for a moment."

Therefore, Song Yumo couldn't understand why Ji Tang could abandon their marriage without hesitation.

Ji Tang said without blinking: "Do you really want to know?"
Chapter completed!