She didn't expect that Song Shaoyan would come back.

When she was about two or three o'clock in the night, she was suddenly awakened by her cold body.

He took off his clothes, changed into his pajamas, and got into her bed.

Ning An felt very uncomfortable, so he shook his hand and pushed him hard, frowned: "Go away..."

She smelled the perfume, a very feminine rose fragrance.

She doesn't like to use this perfume. Compared to the fragrance of flowers, she prefers the low-key fruity aroma.

"Stop making trouble, go to bed, I'm very tired."

Song Shaoyan grabbed her hand tiredly and pressed it down.

He was really tired. Something happened in the company during the day and he handled it until very late.

Ning An didn't understand why she had a fuss with him? The pungent perfume smell stimulated her nerves and made her unable to fall asleep again.

Ning An refused to compromise, pulled out his hand from his hand, pushed him away, and sat up.

She turned on the bedside lamp, got out of bed and put on slippers.

The clock on the wall is pointed at "2", and it turned out to be around two o'clock in the morning.

The night is very quiet and very long.

She thought, he had been out for at least three hours.

After three hours, I have done everything I should do, so why do I come back?

Ning An's black hair was hanging messily on her shoulders, feeling disturbed, and she no longer had any sleepiness.

Body and mental exhausted.

"Where are you going?" Song Shaoyan also sat up.

There was a tired blue color in his eyes, his eyes seemed unhappy, and his sharp eyes were full of vigilance.

Like a leopard looking at prey.

"I'll go to the room to sleep." Ning An took a shawl.

"I'll let you sleep in a separate bed?"

"Song Shaoyan, I can't sleep by your side, don't sleep, do you understand?" Ning An looked at him like a furry cat.

Her face was very pale, especially her eyes, exhausted.

"Don't worry, the servants in the Song House will not talk nonsense. Even if they dare to talk nonsense, they will not reach grandpa's ears. You can rest assured when doing things," Ning An added lightly.

She knew what Song Shaoyan was worried about.

"Ning'an, you'd better come to sleep with me, otherwise I don't promise anything to you."

"Song Shaoyan, are you rational?" Ning An's face changed, covered with clouds, and it was ugly. "I don't want to sleep beside you, don't want to lean with you, do you want me to understand more clearly? You are a smart person, I think you understand."

"Ning'an, didn't she marry me just to sleep with me? Well? I don't want to do it now?"

Ning An clenched his hands holding the shawl, his knuckles turned white.

In her eyes, there was a look of despair.

"Maybe, a woman will always grow after meeting a few scumbags. God is very kind to me, and when she meets one, she will grow."

Ning An left a little bit, glanced at him, turned around and left.

In this marriage, she was injured so much that she was more self-reliant.

If I hadn't liked him persistently and loved him, I wouldn't have hurt myself so thoroughly.

Song Shaoyan was angry and his eyes were red when he said one sentence.

Scum?

No one has ever used this word to describe him. In the eyes of outsiders, he is a pride of heaven, gentleman, demeanor and elegance.

Only in Ning'an's eyes, he became a scumbag.

Ning An walked out of the bedroom and went to the guest room, and she locked the door tightly.

He leaned against the wall weakly, and looked silently ahead with empty and weak eyes.

The sight fell on the window not far away, indifferent and cold.

She felt uncomfortable with the smell of perfume on Song Shaoyan's clothes, so she went into the bathroom and took a shower again.
Chapter completed!