As a man, who cares so much about appearance?

But Mr. Song seems different...

The housekeeper did not dare to say too much, and was afraid that Song Shaoyan would ask more questions, so he hurriedly said, "Mr. Song, if nothing is wrong, I will go down first."

"Um."

Song Shaoyan looked in the mirror again.

He took out a few watches from the cabinet and carefully picked up a simple but generous Patek Philippe.

After a quick sip of afternoon tea, he saw that the time was almost over, so he asked the driver to set off.

By six o'clock, it was already dark.

The street lights at the joints illuminate one after another, and the bright and dazzling light also illuminates the streets and illuminates the entire city.

Vehicles shuttled along the way, and the temperature was even lower at night, and the cold wind blew towards people.

Lake Center Tower.

When Ning'an arrived, Song Shaoyan had already arrived.

It turned out that he had booked a luxurious private room, which was decorated in black and white, with pianos and flowers in the corners of the walls, and a thick light gray blanket was laid on the ground. When he walked on his head, there was no sound at all.

Ning'an was brought in by the waiter.

The door was closed, and there were only two people in Song Shaoyan and Ning An.

There are tea drinks and flowers on the table, which has a pleasant aroma and ambiguous lighting, which makes Ning'an feel a bit strange.

The Hongmen Banquet is not the Hongmen Banquet, but it is a bit like... a date?

Ning An had never made an appointment with Song Shaoyan. To be precise, she had never made an appointment with anyone.

But she saw someone else's appointment, probably this is what she looked like.

Ning An pulled the chair and sat down opposite him.

Song Shaoyan had already sat on the sofa, his eyes were gentle and calm, his face was calm, and his eyes were calm and composed, and his eyes were calm and composed. He gently raised his eyelids: "Is it Hongmen Banquet?"

Ning An moved his lips: "Where is my scarf?"

Song Shaoyan handed her the folded scarf from the sofa beside her.

"Thank you." Ning An didn't expect him to return.

After taking the scarf, Ning An felt a little heavy. Her scarf was loose and soft, and it wouldn't be so heavy.

Ning An looked through and saw a jewelry box inside the scarf, with Hengyuan Jewelry logo on it.

She picked up the box and looked at Song Shaoyan: "Your stuff?"

"For you." Song Shaoyan looked at her gracefully and calmly, his voice as gentle as flowing water. "As you said, I have no advantages, but I have many shortcomings. Now I have disabled legs and are older. The only ones that can be favored by others are probably money and power. Hengyuan is the trump card in my hands. The Song Group is not small, and its branches are spread all over the country. If you want to know about my property, shares, and funds, I can report it to you."

Ning An trembled his fingers: "What do you want to do?"

She saw that Song Shaoyan was different today than usual.

Usually he didn't have a good look when he saw her. Today is different. Today is peaceful and elegant, with a faint smile between the corners of his lips.

"It's nothing, I just want to ask...why do you also look at me for money and power."

Song Shaoyan's words were neither straightforward nor obscure, and the intention was actually quite obvious.

He stared into Ning An's eyes.

Ning An was stunned, put his hands flat on the scarf, and his fingers had already raised the wool on the scarf in secret. He didn't know what it felt like, as if after Song Shaoyan said this, she didn't know how to think.

My mind that is usually smart has become a little dull.
Chapter completed!