Mrs. Lu picked it up

"I advise you to be sensible, sign the divorce agreement, take the money, and return the place that doesn't belong to you to the master."

Song Li's heart moved, she looked over, and stared straight at Chu Yue: "What do you mean?"

"Literally." Chu Yue stretched out her hand, and Su Lan handed over a check. She pinched it with one hand, her fingers were slender, and then shook Song Li's face, whispering: "Song Li, don't forget, You were picked up by my brother on the side of the road, if your face is not similar to my brother's sweetheart, why do you think you are Mrs. Shang Lu?"

"What is false is false, it will never be true."

After Chu Yue finished speaking, he bumped into her shoulder and went upstairs.

The check floated to the ground, Song Li looked at Su Lan.

She is beautiful, with a just right smile on her face, "Madam, Mr. Lu asked me to discuss divorce conditions with you."

Song Li's face turned pale in an instant, and Lu Jingchuan really regarded her as the kind of person who could be dismissed with money.

Song Li lifted her lips: "I don't want anything, you tell him, it's just a divorce procedure, I'm a idler, I can do it anytime."

"I still have something to do, can I go out?"

Song Li is very beautiful, her amber pupils are clear and bright, looking at Su Lan at this moment, she has no emotion at all.

Su Lan smiled: "Ma'am, you should know him well after you have been married to Mr. Lu for one year. Since he chose to divorce, it means that he will have nothing to do with you anymore."

"Smart women have to think about themselves. If I were you, I would want money, a house and a car, because I have already suffered a loss in marriage, and I can't even have life security in the future, right?"

Song Li followed Su Lan and smiled: "Unfortunately, I'm not you."

She bypassed Su Lan and walked out of the villa.

What is the use of so much money for a single person?

She didn't want to be buried in the resplendent graves of high society and lose herself, and when she left, there was nothing but the smell of copper.

Song Li hailed a car, and when she left, the driver was already waiting.

Although the location of Greentown Champs is remote, it occupies a very large area, half of the hill, and there is only one villa in Greentown Champs.

If Song Li hadn't come out, the driver would have thought he had come to the wrong place.

"Miss, if you live in this kind of place and have this kind of person as your friend, do you still need to call a car?"

The driver looked over from the rearview mirror with delicate eyes.

Song Li smiled, she didn't need it before, and maybe there is nothing to do here.

After getting into the car, the driver asked again, "Miss, where are you going?"

Song Li licked the corner of her lips: "Where is the best place to find a job in Lincheng?"

An hour later, the night at the gate of the largest gold-selling cave in Lincheng was blurred, and the driver stopped the car and said, "Here we are."

Song Li stood on the steps, the tip of her nose was filled with the faint scent of acacia, the sun was scorching, but her heart was cold.

She thought of the subtle look in the driver's eyes again, and after realizing it, she thought she was the female publicist.

Ten meters away, a man with a pot belly, well dressed, snuggled into his arms a girl who was three or four centimeters taller than him, and the feeling of nausea in the morning swept over in an instant.

Song Li couldn't hold back, covered her mouth and ran to the trash can, spitting out a lot of acid water.

"Hi, are you new here? What's your name..."

The movement of vomiting caught the man's attention. He pushed the woman in his arms away, and strode towards Song Li with naked eyes.

Song Li took a step back, and her thigh hit the edge of the trash can. Pain came, and her face suddenly turned pale.

This kind of her is a little more delicate and charming, and the eyes of the man in front of her are brighter.

"Mr. Li..."

As if he couldn't hear the woman's cry, Mr. Li raised his eyebrows: "You look good, follow me, I'll buy you a bag later!"

As Mr. Li said, he stretched out his hand towards Song Li.

Without even thinking about it, Song Li slapped his hand away: "Don't touch me!"

The smile on Mr. Li's face faded: "What do you mean? Playing with me like a chaste girl?"

"That's right, don't you know how to flatter others, do you know who Mr. Li is? It's your luck to see you!" the woman echoed.

"My lord just fell in love with you. If you don't follow, you have to follow!" Mr. Li cursed, strode forward, and reached out to grab Song Li's arm.

He was so strong that he pulled forward suddenly. Song Liren fell forward and almost fell to the ground.

I don't know if it was because of the fright, Song Li's heart was beating like a drum, and even her lower abdomen was aching.

"If you do this again, I'm going to call the police."

Song Li was stern, and President Li laughed loudly when he heard this: "Call the police, and I will tell you that you are a social butterfly in the dark of night, and you are the one who seduced me. Don't steal the chicken and lose money, and make yourself miserable." Go to the police station."

"Before calling the police, play with me first!"

As he said that, Mr. Li dragged her to the car.

Song Li was even more frightened. She struggled to get the mobile phone in her bag with her empty hand, but the woman led by Mr. Li moved faster and snatched the mobile phone she had just taken out.

"Good sister, if you want me to say that you should follow President Li well, how many years of struggle can be saved, and what do you want by then? Right?"

The woman smiled slightly with the corners of her lips twitched, and stuffed Song Li's cell phone into her bag.

Song Li was a little desperate.

Consumption is relatively high in Misty Night, and most of the people who can come here to consume are famous people in Lincheng, and there are not many people in front of the gate.

She is Lu Jingchuan's wife, but people in Lincheng know him, but they don't know her.

When Song Li was disheartened, a car drove up, and her eyes lit up. She knew this car.

Not knowing where the strength came from, Song Li threw off Mr. Li and ran towards the car.

As soon as Lu Jingchuan got out of the car, a person rushed into his arms, with the familiar light and sweet smell of gardenia, he frowned slightly, and pulled the person out of his arms.

"A Chuan, save me, tell that person that I am not the lady here..."

There were tears in her eyes. During the past year in Lincheng, Lu Jingchuan loved her very much. In fact, she rarely faced the dangers of the outside world.

In her eyes, Lu Jingchuan is her god.

Song Li tightly clutched Lu Jingchuan's sleeve, her eyes were filled with dependence.

Mr. Li came over quickly with a woman. Song Li and Lu Jingchuan's names were intimate. He felt that he had provoked someone he shouldn't have provoked, so he nodded and bowed to Lu Jingchuan: "Mr. Lu, it's all a misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding, I don't know The relationship between this lady and you scared her, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

"Mr. Lu must give me a chance to make amends. In this way, Mr. Lu's expenses will be charged to my account tonight?"

He probed cautiously.

In Lincheng, no one dares to offend Lu Jingchuan.

"It's not that Mr. Lu can't afford a few bottles of wine, let him go."

The speaker, Song Li knew, was Lu Jingchuan's senior assistant, Sheng Lan.

It seems to be carved out of the same mold as Lu Jingchuan, like a piece of solid ice that cannot be melted, it is frighteningly cold.

When Song Li was about to breathe a sigh of relief, Sheng Lan reached out and hooked her shoulder: "And you, Miss Song."