Ning An originally had some feelings for this place, but when he heard Mo Xiu's words, he was furious.

He is such a harsh person to speak.

"I understand, I just call you and tell you, take care of yourself, goodbye." Ning An suppressed his temper.

"You annoying spirit are finally leaving."

"..." Ning An gritted his teeth and swallowed the words "Fuck you" and "Goodbye."

As soon as she finished speaking, she heard the delicate voice of a woman on the other end, charming and enchanting: "Mr. Mo, I will feed you this wine."

Before Ning An hung up the phone, Mo Xiu hung up the phone.

Ning An has never been angry with someone like this. She has been a good girl since she was a child, but she almost swears in front of Mo Xiu several times.

Ning An put down the phone and took a few sips of boiled water to suppress the anger in his body.

I want to leave immediately, but I want to prove something.

She sat on the sofa, her mind was very confused.

Nowadays, she can take the Mo family's living room into her eyes. The design here is extremely exquisite, and the abstract paintings hanging on the walls are also unique.

Because Mo Xiu was inconvenient to move, his bedroom, study and most of the activity venues were on the first floor. Ning An seemed to remember something, so she ran to his study.

Mo Xiu has no habit of working at home, and the study has no privacy, only some simple items.

The bookshelf is full of books!

No matter how a person changes, his living habits will not change, let alone develop habits for twenty or thirty years.

There are all kinds of books on the bookshelf. Ning An saw architectural monographs among a bunch of financial, commercial and literary works, exactly the same as the books Song Shaoyan read at the time.

Ning An was unwilling to explore this fact, but the truth seemed to appear in front of her little by little, pulling her and leading her to explore.

Architectural design is Song Shaoyan’s biggest hobby.

She didn't believe that Mo Xiu also happened to like this, so there was only one truth in this coincidence...

Ning An clenched his hands into fists, his pupils tightened, and his headache was about to break.

Why did she go to explore these things again? Why didn't she leave just now? Why didn't she leave...

Surprisingly, Ning An saw a book by Tagore in a row of literary works. This book is different from the few books next to it. This book is very old, just like that tie, and has experienced vicissitudes and time.

Ning An trembled his hands and his face was pale. She tiptoed to try to get the collection of poems.

"Bird Collection"...

Countless fragments flashed in my mind.

One day when she was in French class, she was late and hurried over with a bunch of books.

I accidentally bumped into the senior Song Shaoyan who also went to class.

The book in his hand was also knocked to the ground by her.

He frowned, looked at her, and then the book she had dropped to the ground, without moving.

Ning An repeatedly said sorry, and squatted down and picked up the book on the ground.

When she was a student, she was thin-skinned and panicked when she met someone she liked. She hurriedly picked up the books on the ground and hurriedly walked towards the classroom. But she didn't know that she missed a book called "Flying Birds".

It was several days after she came to her senses. She was embarrassed to ask Song Shaoyan for it, and she was not sure if it was picked up by Song Shaoyan. Maybe he didn't want to pick up her things at all.

Mo Xiu's book "Flying Birds Collection" is very old, like a book from many years ago.
Chapter completed!