Ning An sent an anonymous text message to Gu in the bathroom.

No woman would be willing to push her husband away unless she was frustrated.

She no longer has any thoughts or fantasies about Song Shaoyan. She is no longer a little girl, she still has reason.

The text message contained only a few digits: "Song Shaoyan has returned to the capital."

After sending it, she put away her phone, stood in front of the mirror, straightened her hair and clothes, and put on makeup.

Because of drinking, her face was very rosy, and there was a light mist in her eyes. She looked less stubborn and more gentle.

She put on her bag and went out to find Song Shaojun.

Song Shaojun's driver has parked the car outside the hotel. The sun is shining brightly outside. A man in a black suit is leaning on the back seat, with handsome and gentle eyebrows.

He held his head and waited for Ning An, rubbing his temples with one hand.

Ning An got in the car, he raised his head and smiled: "Here, how are you? Are you okay?"

"Thank you, Mr. Song, for helping me hold back a lot of wine at the wine table. Fortunately, it's okay." Ning An also curled his lips and smiled, "I'm just a little sleepy. You must be tired too."

During the noon banquet, Song Shaojun very gentlemanly held back a lot of wine for her, otherwise she would have been very drunk by now.

She also knew that Song Shaojun drank a lot.

"I told you not to come in the afternoon, but you have to come." Song Shaojun said with a smile, "If you are such a diligent subordinate, I will naturally come in the afternoon."

"Mr. Song, please go back and rest. I can do it by myself. You also drank a lot at noon, and there is a dinner party in the evening, so I'm afraid you will have to drink more."

"Don't worry about me, of course I can do anything you can do."

Ning An couldn't persuade him any more and left in his car.

The driver started the car.

Song Shaojun handed her a handbag. The bag was light pink with a bow tied at the mouth. It was simple and charming, with a very soft color and style.

"After a hard morning, this is a gift for you." He handed her the handbag.

Ning An quickly refused: "Mr. Song, this is my job, it's not hard work."

"Please accept the gift I gave you. There is a dress inside. I will wear it at the dinner tonight. I just don't know if you like it or not."

"Mr. Song, I really can't accept it. These are all my duties." Ning An was very embarrassed.

"I will still have a lot of trouble for you in the future. If you don't accept it, I'm afraid I won't dare to do anything with you anymore."

"Mr. Song...if you need anything, just ask me."

"But you refused me even a small gift, didn't you?"

Ning An was helpless, she couldn't defeat Song Shaojun.

"You go back and try on the dress. You'll need it for the dinner tonight. You don't have to buy it. Time doesn't allow for it."

Ning An also knew that the dresses in his wardrobe were all from the past, and he had not bought a decent evening dress this year.

She accepted Song Shaojun's gift and said, "If anything happens in the future, Mr. Song, just ask me."

"Well... you should change the title first."

"This..." Ning An was even more embarrassed.

Song Shaojun glanced at her, saw the frown on her face, and smiled: "Forget it, I won't embarrass you."

"Mr. Song, if you have a headache, remember to take some painkillers, otherwise it will be very uncomfortable. I have been through it," Ning An warned.

"I remember."

The car kept driving from the hotel. Song Shaojun first sent Ning An to her apartment and watched her go upstairs safely before he returned to his own apartment.
Chapter completed!