But even the word "eating" could be thought of the Hongmen Banquet. He was in her heart... It was really bad.

Ning'an was silent.

She has to think about it.

"Will you come?" Song Shaoyan asked again.

"Just both of us?"

"Um."

"What time is it?"

"At six o'clock, I'll ask the driver to pick you up."

"I have a scarf...you give it back. It's really cold outside. If there is no scarf, I'm cold."

"..." Song Shaoyan rubbed his forehead, "I'm going to give it back to you."

"Um!"

Ning An agreed to his supper.

Song Shaoyan felt that she must have agreed to him because of the scarf.

At three or four o'clock in the afternoon, Song Shaoyan sat in front of the spacious European mirror at home to tidy up his clothes.

The mirror was just found by the servant from the warehouse. He used to not allow the mirror to be placed at home.

This mirror is a full-length mirror. When Song Shaoyan sat in a wheelchair, he could see his whole body in the mirror.

He wore a casual black turtleneck sweater, under the collar was his slender neck and sexy Adam's apple. He looked at himself in the mirror silently for a long time.

He was already white, and he has been wearing a mask in recent years, and his face has become even whiter.

Song Shaoyan reached out and touched the scar on his forehead. It was really harmful to his appearance. He was very upset and could only leave a small bunch of hair to cover it.

There were many coats in the closet. Song Shaoyan picked up a dark gray coat for a long time.

Seeing that he hadn't come out of the bedroom for most of the day, the housekeeper was afraid of something unexpected, so he knocked on the door under the pretext of delivering tea: "Mr. Song, I'll send you afternoon tea."

"Come in."

The housekeeper placed the tray on the table.

He looked up and was stunned.

This is the first time in the past four years that his master is in such a good mental state, and his clothes are very tasteful, and he is full of the temperament and demeanor of an elite man.

Moreover, Mr. Song, who took off his mask, was really beautiful, mature and noble, gentle and elegant, and his every move was slow and steady.

The butler couldn't help but take a few more glances.

He had known for a long time that Mr. Song was not old, but he didn't expect that he was so young, which was the best age for a man.

Song Shaoyan looked in front of the mirror, and when the butler didn't leave, he raised his eyelids and asked lightly: "What do you think of me?"

"It's very suitable for you, but it's cold outside, so you should be careful to keep warm."

But Song Shaoyan always felt something was short and looked around: "It's still not as good as before."

The housekeeper couldn't answer this...

He changed the topic: "Mr. Song, are you not coming back for dinner tonight?"

"Um."

"Mr. Song, you have a good figure."

"Is it good to have only a figure?"

"No, of course not, you look good."

Song Shaoyan curled the corners of his lips, and there was a bit of ruffianity on the corners of his mouth that was slightly raised. The biggest difference between him now and before was probably that he was less energetic.

"The scar on my forehead is still very annoying." Song Shaoyan looked at the mirror again.

The housekeeper was speechless, and Song Shaoyan didn't notice it.

"It's really annoying." Song Shaoyan muttered a few more times, frowning tightly.

"Mr. Song... can't tell..." The housekeeper whispered to him.

"Don't lie to me, I know you like lie to me."

housekeeper:"……"

Didn't lie to him.

This man...why does this man care so much about his appearance?

No wonder I have been wearing a mask all the time, and it turns out that I don’t even dare to face several scars.

The housekeeper couldn't understand this mentality. He had never cared about his appearance anyway, and most of the men he knew didn't care about it.
Chapter completed!