The two were not far apart, and Song Shaoyan did not shy away, staring at Ning An with angry eyes.

Ning'an steps leisurely, and her red coat looks like the maple leaves in late autumn, eye-catching and eye-catching. She stands on the side of the road and is an elegant landscape.

There was no one in the open space on the roadside, and even the monks who swept the floor went back, leaving only Song Shaoyan and Ning An.

His hands were resting on the wheelchair, and the veins swelled up, demonstrating the anger in his heart at this moment.

Ning An didn't care about her attitude, and she did nothing wrong.

The two looked at each other, and neither spoke first.

After a long time, Ning An felt that standing like this was not a big deal, it was quite cold outside.

But this place was deserted and there was no way to go out. She wanted to call Jiang Shu, and the people she met in Huacheng were Jiang Shu and Jiang Ci.

Of course, the person in front of me is also considered one.

Ning An tried to talk to him: "Did you drive here?"

"How can I drive like this?"

"..." Ning Anmo, "Then why are you going back?"

"Stay away from me."

Ning'an: "..."

She didn't leave, lowered her head, raised her toes, and put her white boots together, separated, and then got together. She was childishly happy, but she didn't think of any good idea.

After a while, she realized that two scorching gazes were still staring at her face. She looked up slightly, glanced at him, and then met his gaze.

"Song Shaoyan, if you are really ready to convert to Buddhism, you will not have any fluctuating emotions and six desires. If you have a temper and love to get angry, it only means that you are not prepared. You don't have to blame me, I just think that you shouldn't be disrespectful to the Buddha."

"Ning'an, can you stop wandering in front of me? Isn't it good to go back to your New York?" Song Shaoyan was angry.

I had made an appointment with the abbot today and everything was ready. He didn't expect that he would be disturbed by Ning An.

Not only was it disturbed, but the atmosphere was also destroyed.

"Song Shaoyan, aren't you tired of wearing a mask?" Ning An suddenly came to him and bent down to look at his eyes. "You can't even let go of your own appearance. What are you talking about letting go of everything? All four elements are empty. You are stupid as the abbot, don't you understand? The Buddha will not accept disciples like you because you are not sincere."

"Ning'an, you're enough!"

Song Shaoyan hasn't quarrel with her for a long time. When he quarrels, he is not her opponent most of the time.

She always likes to grasp his sore spots, just like now.

Just when Song Shaoyan was very angry, Ning An raised his hand, took off his mask, and took three steps back.

"Ning'an!" Song Shaoyan was completely angry, "You think I can't do anything to you, right?! Return the mask to me, and I will settle the remaining accounts with you!"

In the white mist and the bitter cold wind, Song Shaoyan was filled with anger under his mature and handsome face, and his red eyes stared at Ning An, and his face became more and more profound.

There are two scars on his forehead that are neither deep nor shallow, which are not heavy and can be covered by broken hair.

Ning An refused to obey, and she suddenly smiled, and didn't know where the interest came from, so she put his mask on herself in front of Song Shaoyan.

The mask was too big, so she could only hold it with her hands.

"I think it's a baby. It's not too heavy for you to wear such a dull thing." She blinked and looked out into the outside world through the eyes of the mask.
Chapter completed!