Ning'an's voice is staggered and full of emotion.

After she finished reading it, Song Shaoyan took a sip of tea: "Why do you read this song?"

"It's just right."

"No, you did it on purpose." Song Shaoyan frowned and looked at her. There were traces of condensation between his handsome and beautiful eyebrows. "This poem is called "Error". You want to remind me that the relationship between us is just a beautiful misunderstanding, right?"

"Mr. Song has a good imagination."

"Explanation is to cover up, you just want to hint me."

"Okay okay, I'm hinting you." Ning An had no choice but to do anything to him, "Are there any other instructions? If not, I'll go tease Huahua."

"Wait, I have something to tell you." Song Shaoyan looked at her.

Ning An stood by the wall and looked at him.

The atmosphere was very peaceful, and there was no more tension than five years ago. Maybe they were all tired.

"Your previous job in New York was disrupted by Gu Huiyin and forced to resign. I'll say sorry to you." Song Shaoyan said, "If you want to go back to your previous company, I'll say hello to you."

"No, the new job I'm looking for is also good."

She was already surprised that he could apologize to her.

"An An, it's nothing if you accept me or not. I just want to accompany you again." Song Shaoyan's voice was quiet, "I often think of you in the past five years. I have met my grandfather several times. Every time I mention you, he will scold me and say I don't know how to cherish it."

"What has been gone," Ning An said lightly.

"I'm almost my birthday, do you still make a table of dishes for me?"

Ning An paused when she heard him mention this.

The year after his marriage, he did not come back on his birthday.

"Song Shaoyan, you should know that not all the lost things can be retrieved." Ning An's expression was indifferent, "I'm very busy and will not celebrate your birthday again."

"Are we... we can only be strangers in the future? Can we be friends?"

"What other friends can divorced people be?" Ning An put down the collection of poems in his hand, "I'm out, you'll call me if you have something to do."

She left his bedroom.

Huahua jumped up and down in the living room, very lively.

Ning An carried the little guy over, touched its soft fur, and teased it for a while.

"Meow--"

"Be good." Ning An likes this cat very much, "You will stay here from now on. Although you are a little pretentious and artificial with the owner, but others are not bad, and he will treat you well."

Ning An also knew that Song Shaoyan was not bad and had never done anything unforgivable. And even if he wanted to do it now, he was afraid that he would have the will but not the ability.

Huahua is a very obedient cat, licking the back of Ning'an's hand.

Ning An wanted to go back to the hotel tonight, but the butler kept begging her in a low voice, hoping that she could accompany Mr. Song again.

Ning'an plans to leave tomorrow.

She went to the kitchen to help Xiaoduo cook. Sometimes Song Shaoyan would come out of the bedroom and like to look at her without doing anything else.

As for the servant in this room, he seemed to be not shy about it, just looking at her.

He likes to wear clothes she buys and eat dishes she cooks. It seems that even the white rice she serves him is much more fragrant than usual.

His legs still hurt, but as long as she is there, the pain can be relieved.

His favorite thing is to sit face to face with Ning An and have no trouble, only them.
Chapter completed!