Since questioning that Song Yumo's insomnia was a bitter trick, it was like he had touched the bottom line of a man.

Ji Tang didn't see Song Yumo for several days, and the chef he hired received a high salary, and he did his best every day. He would take fresh ingredients half an hour after she got up.

To describe it in Lu Ning's words, it means: "Mr. Song is not good at cooking, so what's wrong with him? He's rich!"

Ji Tang calmed down and leaned against a brilliant floor-to-ceiling window mirror. Her graceful figure floated under the soft light, revealing the exquisite and beautiful white porcelain-like appearance.

In the world of fame and fortune, Ji Tang’s label is no longer the kind of wealthy ladies and vase wives that used to be.

She has an unsatisfactory charm of a woman. Even if she jumps from the pile of women to the fame and fortune market among men, she still has shining spots.

There are excellent suitors in all major fields. When the news of the unbundling of interests between the Ji family and the Song family, everyone outside was just half-believing and half-doubted, and was still waiting and watching. After a long time, they saw that the marriage between Ji Tang and Song Yumo had silently broken down as the rumors were, and those who were waiting and watching began to get ready to move.

Ji Tang had just chatted with Lu Ning for a few words, but was interrupted by an elite man who came up to pick up the conversation. He looked young and had a very good taste.

The other party said that he was the prince of the real estate company and Fu Shi.

Ji Tang talked to him for a while, and Lu Ning next to him whispered: "My face is quite white. I dare to promise that I will definitely want to sleep with you."

"What else is in your mind?"

While Ji Tang smiled, he also whispered to Lu Ning.

Lu Ning: "Tangtang, if you want to fall in love, I think you can find a entertainment industry, to develop or keep a stipulation. There are so many young puppies waiting for you to favor. If you want to find another elite, what is the difference between sleeping in Song Yumo?"

Ji Tang accepted the man's kindness with a reserved attitude, but he didn't think so far.

However, Lu Ning reminded her that there are more than Song Yumo in the world. She gave too few opportunities to go out before, so she was entangled by her ex-husband when she divorced and did not completely let go of the relationship that was broken in the marriage.

After the business party, Ji Tang allowed Fu Shi to send him home.

His words were very humorous. If he had no common topics, he would find people he knew to talk about, such as her elder brother Ji Shanghe, who was Fu Shi's senior or the one he had admired for a long time.

Ji Tang was quiet for two seconds, and the corners of his lips were faintly smiling; "You admire my elder brother very much..."

Fu Shishu didn't know that he was digging a hole and buried himself. His voice was low and his attitude was sincere and he told Ji Shanghe's glorious deeds when he was at school, and tactfully expressed his favor and praise for Ji Tang.

Ji Tang felt sad when he heard this. If you want to say this person, you will be impeccable in terms of family background and appearance, and you will have a gentle personality. Whether you are getting along with friends or are interested in cooperating with each other to invest, it is OK.

She would not subconsciously avoid it just because Fu Zhi showed a good impression of him.

And Fu Shi admired her elder brother instantly made Ji Tang feel cold.

When she thought that if she was with Fu Shi, the person next to her was obedient to her elder brother, would she still want to live!

Ji Tang's heart, which was trying to give other men a chance, silently took it back for an hour after tentatively appearing.

The car drove downstairs of the community. After Ji Tang and Fu Shi added contact information to each other, she got out of the car. The cold wind blew very cold, and her whole shoulders were huddled in her coat. She said to the man who didn't want to bother to continue to go upstairs: "Just get here, my bodyguard will send me."

Fu Shi advanced and retreated in moderation and maintained a gentlemanly manner: "Then you rest early."

Ji Tang nodded and soon walked into the hall. The sound of high heels on her feet was very crisp, step by step, and then she heard footsteps different from hers, with three-point familiarity and calmness.

Ji Tang subconsciously looked back and sure enough, he saw Song Yumo appearing in the hall.

The weather outside was very cold in the cold winter months. He wore a black coat and also had a cold breath. Before he got close, Ji Tang could already feel that he had just come in from outside.

Her fingertips were slender and white, and she slowly tightened her sleeves.

Song Yumo was holding a thermos in his hand, feeling like he came to send warmth in the middle of the night, but the other party gave him a green hat backhand.

The two looked at each other for a few seconds, and no one spoke.

Until the bodyguard spoke: "The elevator has arrived."

――

The cold door was opened and the lights were bright, reflecting the dim surroundings.

As soon as Ji Tang entered the house, she turned on the heating. After her hands and feet were no longer cold, she took off her coat. She didn't pay much attention to the man standing still in the footwear cabinet throughout the whole process.

Song Yumo stared at her with a calm look in her eyes. After a while, he stepped closer and slowly placed the thermos on the table.

I thought he would say something.

As a result, Song Yumo turned around and went to the kitchen to get the dishes and chopsticks. His back was clever. I don’t know if it was the illusion of the light or the fact that he looked a little thin after taking off his black coat.

In two or three minutes, he only took out a plate of exquisite ceramics, placed it on the table, and opened the thermos.

Ji Tang saw that the thermos contained hot chicken soup.

Song Yumo put the chicken soup into a bowl without saying a word and handed it to her. His eyelids were drooping, and there seemed to be a ray of light inside, which was Ji Tang's wonderful shadow.

After doing this, he smiled faintly, then picked up his black coat and walked out.

Ji Tang felt guilty and a little confused throughout the whole process.

He stayed downstairs in the middle of the night to give this bowl of chicken soup that looked ordinary?

For some reason, I was a little depressed by the funny laughter when Song Yumo left.

She sat on the sofa and did not get up and chased after her.

Why should I chase her? Not to mention being sent home by a man, she is also justified by being sent home by thousands of men.

Ji Tang was inexplicably angry with him. After a moment, his thick eyelashes swept towards the porcelain bowl in front of him, reached out to hold it up, lowered his head and drank it.

Next second.

She coughed softly and spit out all the chicken soup in her mouth.

The beautiful eyebrows were frowned more than ever. Looking at this bowl of chicken soup in surprise, it was too difficult to drink!

It has a scent of Chinese medicine, which completely covers the deliciousness of chicken soup.

Ji Tang couldn't drink it, so he got up and went to the kitchen to pour it out, and walked back to the gorgeous and cold living room. She shrank and sat on the soft sofa, pulled the big white pillow and hugged it. Her eyelashes stared at the bustling night view outside the floor-to-ceiling window without any focus until the phone on the side sounded.

Ji Tang subconsciously tightened his back, and after two seconds, his eyes slowly looked over.

Until the top of the screen, the message sender displayed is Fu Shi.

She felt relaxed again in an instant, and a very light emotion passed through her heart. She raised her hand and took the phone over.

Fu Shi sent a message, sincerely inviting her to dinner together tomorrow.

The two got along very well at the business party tonight, and Ji Tang had no reason to refuse. She searched through her itinerary tomorrow and found that there was no work arrangement for the evening.

Fu Shi was still waiting for her news. Ji Tang thought about it for a while and agreed to date him: "Okay, you can order the restaurant."

After giving the reply, Ji Tang did not continue to chat with Fu Shi.

She sat cross-legged on the sofa, took out the big white pillow in her arms, and faced each other, as if she was talking to Song Yumo. As a result, she was the one who asked and answered herself.

"I am single now and have the capital, so it's normal to date other good men?"

―“You don’t think about my feelings?”

"Why should you consider the feelings of your ex-husband? Your mother was planning to find the next one with you. I didn't look like a resentful woman. The behavior of putting down the chicken soup just now was like my big mistake. As for? Do you have to play missing for another month to relieve your anger?"

- "It's not that you don't want to see me."

"Yes, yes! I just don't want to see you. Song Yumo, you are so annoyed... Do I look like the little lover you raised outside? You know that the Song family will not accept me again and still come to pester me. Could it be that you still have an underground relationship? Forget it, I don't want to go back to serve your mother at all!"

...

Ji Tang vented all the anger that was pressed down on his heart, pinching the big white pillow with his fingers, as if he was pinching Song Yumo's face.

She never thought of facing these problems with Song Yumo. She had already been sure in her heart that he would not stand in his own camp, even though Song Yumo chose her last time instead of Jian Qing, who was pretending to be a hypocritical.

After Ji Tang's temper came out, he felt much more refreshed. He lay on the sofa as tired and stretched out his body. After a while, he got up again and went upstairs to take a shower.

In the Song family, it is almost half past eleven.

Song Yumo returned to the old house alone. As soon as he stepped into the living room, he saw his mother sitting on the sofa wearing a cheongsam.

Seeing him come back, he said with a gentle smile: "Yu Mo, mom has prepared a midnight snack for you, sit back first."

After saying that, he ordered the butler who was waiting on the side to serve the night snack.

Song Yumo was very taciturn. This black coat made his temperament look a little cold. He walked to the sofa and sat down, while Mrs. Song made him a cup of health tea to replace the tea.

Next, he asked about his well-being and cared about his sleep.

Song Yumo's slender and distinctive fingers held a ceramic cup without drinking, and his voice sounded a little hoarse, and he answered every question that Mrs. Song was concerned about slowly. When he was tempted to ask if there was a suitable girl around him recently, he paused for a few seconds.

Mrs. Song's whole heart was raised high, and her nails dyed into deep red unconsciously pinched her handkerchief and called out calmly: "Yu Mo?"

Song Yumo seemed to be reminded, and his eyes looked over, and his tone sounded extremely calm and natural: "Yes, but I have to wait for her to divorce."

Last time, Mrs. Song learned from Song Tu that this time she heard Song Yumo admit it with her own ears. She felt a little heart attacked and reluctantly kept her demeanor and smiled: "Second marriage?"

"Yes." Song Yumo's face was not turbulent. After moistening his throat, he added: "Just like me."

Mrs. Song's lips shook several times, and she wanted to refute this.
Chapter completed!