Just as they were having fun chatting, a maid walked in.

"Madam, sir is back."

Ning An's face flashed with surprise: "Why is he back?"

"Mr. Song's car just came back and should have arrived at the living room soon." said the maid.

"I understand." Ning An responded lightly.

The maid nodded and went down.

As soon as he finished speaking, the living room door was opened and a gust of hot wind swept over.

Song Shaoyan held the suitcase with one hand and a suit with the other arm, looking dusty and tired.

There was a deep feeling between his deep eyebrows and eyes, his eyes were not moving, and his face was calm.

His sharp eyes fell on Ning An and had not moved away.

Ye Jiaqi looked up and saw Song Shaoyan. She pushed Ning An while drinking tea with her hand.

The man wearing a ink shirt is still used to being elegant, and it is the way Ye Jiaqi looked when he first saw him.

Ning An raised his head and frowned.

Why does he feel like he has just returned from a business trip outside?

Didn’t you have dinner with Gu Huiyin at noon?

Song Shaoyan placed his suitcase by the wall and walked slowly towards the sofa.

"You're back." Ning An wanted to stand up.

"I heard you were injured." Song Shaoyan pressed her shoulder and threw the suit on the sofa, "Is it serious?"

"It's okay, I just sprained my ankle, it's not a big deal."

"I just rushed back from City Z, sorry, it's too late." His face felt a little guilty.

City Z is not far from the capital, very close.

Ye Jiaqi was a little embarrassed: "An An, I remember that I had an appointment with Professor Mu today, so I will go to the Mu family first."

She is here, somewhat like a light bulb.

After saying that, she didn't care whether Ning An agreed or not, and ran away.

But Song Shaoyan said lightly behind his back: "Miss Ye, I'll ask the driver to give you it."

"Thank you." Ye Jiaqi became more and more embarrassed.

Song Shaoyan really had no intention of trying to keep her. She said she wanted to leave and immediately ordered the driver.

"Jiaqi, be careful on the road." Ning An had no choice but to remind him.

Ye Jiaqi didn't stay too much, so she just sent Ning An and Ping An home.

As soon as Ye Jiaqi left, the living room returned to silence.

Ning An sat on the sofa, rubbing the teacup on his hand expressionlessly.

She looked down at the tea leaves in the white porcelain cup, light green, floating quietly on the water.

The tea is fragrant and the mist is misty.

"Let's take a look." Song Shaoyan squatted down and stretched out his hand to check the injury on her ankle.

Ning An subconsciously shrank his feet and did not let him touch them.

"It's okay, a little bit of injury, and Jiaqi is leaving, there is no one in the living room, so you don't have to show it to others." Ning An's face was indifferent and calm.

She shrank her feet back.

Song Shaoyan did not set off, squatted on the ground, his eyes darkened.

"What are you doing for others to show? Isn't it right for me to care about you?" Song Shaoyan said coldly.

"Don't, I'm afraid."

Ning An moved to the sofa and moved away from Song Shaoyan.

Can a weasel wish the chicken a happy New Year? Ning'an doesn't believe it.

Song Shaoyan's face became even more serious. He looked up at Ning An and said, "Your attitude is very problematic."

"Hmm?" Ning An was surprised. Why was there a problem with her attitude?

She didn't want to quarrel with Song Shaoyan, she knew that once he came back, she would be in peace.

"I'm on a business trip, and you don't call me a single call?" Song Shaoyan stood up, although in a tone of blame, he was more helpless.

"You don't need a phone call."

"You!" Song Shaoyan choked.
Chapter completed!