Ning An untied the scarf and threw it into his hand.

The thick scarf is warm, soft and fragrant.

Ning An's neck was chilling, and she immediately shivered with coldness. She watched Song Shaoyan wrap her female scarf around her neck and glanced at him with contempt.

This man looked like he was trying to win a game back, so he didn't have any gentlemanly demeanor.

Song Shaoyan smiled at the corner of his lips, tied his scarf with serene satisfaction, and wrapped his neck tightly.

The smell of California cinnamon on the scarf ran straight towards his nose. He knew that this was Ning An's favorite perfume.

It was much more comfortable to wear a scarf and no longer cold. Song Shaoyan simply leaned on his back to the wheelchair and looked at Ning An leisurely.

Ning An wanted to beat Song Shaoyan's face as if he was a villain.

She wrapped her collar tightly, her neck was squinted into her collar, and she stamped her feet in the cold.

"If you want to be really cold, you can squat beside me, so that you can block some wind." Song Shaoyan was not cold anymore and said "kindly".

"Shameless." Ning An spat.

Song Shaoyan was in a good mood. He wrapped his scarf around half of his face, and it couldn't blow the wind, and it was warm and gentle.

Ning'an's cell phone rang, and it was called by Xiao Candy.

Ning An no longer argued with Song Shaoyan and answered the phone.

"Mom, you're back home."

"Well, there is something to do when you come back. You have to be good at home and wait for your mother to go back." Ning An's voice was a little trembling, "Mom brings you something delicious."

"Mom, you have to wear more clothes. The weather is so cold, don't catch a cold."

"I know, so do you. You have to listen to Mrs. Wu and do your homework well."

The mother and daughter chatted, and Song Shaoyan looked down on her and said nothing nonsense.

"Mom, we will hold a Christmas party next week. Are you here?"

“Did you hold a Christmas party so early?”

"Yes, the teacher said this year is ahead of schedule."

"What are you going to perform?"

"Play the piano." Xiao Candeli said happily, "Little Candeli can play a lot of music."

"So smart, mom will definitely go see you when the time comes. You have to work hard."

"I know."

Ning An didn't feel cold when talking to her daughter, and she said a lot without realizing it.

Song Shaoyan ignored him and closed his eyes silently.

The weather was very cold, but at this moment, he didn't seem to feel cold, but instead had a different mood.

Ning An's voice was as dense as silk threads and wrapped around his heart, and he was a little breathless.

The scarf was full of her breath, and he lowered his head and sniffed it.

Ning An stomped his feet while calling his daughter, with a cheerful smile on his face.

About ten minutes later, Song Shaoyan's driver appeared at the entrance of the temple.

"Mr. Song." The driver jumped out of the car quickly, "I'm sorry, I'm late."

"Hey, wait for me, don't leave me behind!" Ning An took the time to shout.

Song Shaoyan glanced at her, with a raised curve on the corner of his mouth: "I thought you would make this call until the end of the day."

After saying that, Song Shaoyan got into the car first and sat behind him.

Ning An hung up the phone: "Little Candy, let's talk again when you look back. Mom has something to do."

The little candy on the other end of the phone opened her mouth wide, full of surprise: "Bad uncle?"

She was very familiar with the bad uncle's voice.

I was really a bad uncle just now!

How could a bad uncle be by my mother?

However, Ning An had hung up the phone.

Ning An and Song Shaoyan sat behind and the driver closed the car door.

Song Shaoyan did not wear a mask anymore, but he always felt that it would be scary to have scars on his face and felt uncomfortable.
Chapter completed!