At that moment, the blending of time and under the white mist, Song Shaoyan was stunned.

His eyes fell on her face, but his thoughts floated to the mask party of the first year of his freshman year. At that time, she was wearing a mask, the little fox mask, which was much better than his mask.

The scenes blended, making Song Shaoyan at a loss.

The slight cold wind blew on his face and into his heart.

A big dream has been ten years.

Ning An was no longer interested after playing for a while. It seemed that Song Shaoyan's body temperature was still on her mask. Thinking of this, she returned the mask to him.

"I don't know what you are pretentious, and there is nothing to have a face. I have to wear a mask pretentiously."

"What do you know?" Song Shaoyan was not angry.

"How come I don't understand? You just feel that a few scars have affected your beauty in the prosperous era. Song Shaoyan, do you really think you are still that handsome boy? You are in your thirties and have long been old. And I tell you, you will be older in the future, not only scars, but also wrinkles and spots..."

"Ning'an, can you shut up?!"

Ning An knew that he would anger him.

This person cares too much about his appearance, and is so pretentious that a little scar is nothing to do in the eyes of others. Song Shaoyan can make a big deal.

There is no way, he is so proud that he can't tolerate any bad things about himself.

If there is something wrong, you will not face it or face it, but will just escape.

It's his personality that hasn't changed for five years, and probably won't change again in the future.

As the saying goes, the country is easy to change and its nature is hard to change. The arrogance, willfulness, arrogance, and pretentiousness in his bones can't be restrained in a year or two.

Ning An sneered: "Look, you can't even face birth, old age, sickness and death, and you can't understand it thoroughly. Do you still want to convert to Buddhism?"

"Ning'an!" Song Shaoyan trembled with anger.

"I shouldn't have quarreled with you in the pure Buddhist land, so can you let your driver come? I can't get a taxi in this place." Ning An compromised.

Song Shaoyan did not wear a mask anymore. A playful curve was curled up on the corner of his lips, and his eyes looked at her red-frozen face: "Since you have something to ask for, you shouldn't say so much nonsense, do you understand?"

After saying that, Song Shaoyan picked up his cell phone and called the driver.

He didn't go back today.

Unexpectedly, the plan changed.

"What do I beg you? No need." Ning'an said, "Along this road, there is a bus stop where I can take the bus."

"Is that so? OK." Song Shaoyan felt very happy in an instant.

He was much more familiar with this place than her. If he had calculated the bus stop correctly, he would have to walk at least fifty minutes.

Song Shaoyan casually played with the mask in his hand, lowered his head, and the corners of his lips were curled up.

Ning An kicked the little pebbles at the kick, bored.

Thinking of what Jiang Shu told her, she simply asked Song Shaoyan: "I have read the transcripts of Song Lin and Gu Huiyin. Grandpa Song would be happy if he knew about it. The Song Group and the Song family's property are well deserved. Don't let Grandpa Song down, just because he kept talking about you when he was seriously ill."

"You are here today, is it Jiang Shu who contacted you?" He looked up and looked at her with his shiny eyes.

"Yes, your friend."
Chapter completed!