There was no sound in the private room for a while. A group of well-trained bodyguards held their breath and concentrated, and Jiang Ci did not speak again.

In fact, Jiang Ci was a little confused about Song Shaoyan's feelings for Ning'an. When Ning'an had a car accident, Song Shaoyan was not very good to Ning'an.

It may not be difficult to understand that Ning An was married to Song Shaoyan's younger brother, his brother-in-law, and he also had a daughter named "Little Candy".

Jiang Ci had no intention of getting involved in the Song family's affairs.

He stretched out his hand to Song Shaoyan: "Give me a cigarette."

Song Shaoyan took a sip and said calmly: "You don't smoke, don't you?"

"It's just a small amount."

Song Shaoyan handed him a cigarette.

Jiang Ci borrowed a fire from him again, then leaned against the wall and started smoking.

The private room was filled with smoke, and the blue-white smoke curled up in circles, filling the small and medium-sized room.

Song Shaoyan rubbed his brows, stopped smoking after two cigarettes, and went out in a wheelchair.

"Where are you going?" Jiang Ci looked at his straight back and asked.

Song Shaoyan said nothing.

"Be careful!" Jiang Ci warned loudly.

As soon as he finished speaking, Song Shaoyan had already gone out.

He knew that his temper was hopeless.

Song Shaoyan asked the driver to take him back to Song's house.

No one lives in Song's house, but it has been renovated and looks brand new everywhere. There are no weeds. There are many pots of autumn chrysanthemums of different colors in the garden. The petals are fragrant and the branches are swaying.

Song Shaoyan did not go in, but stopped in the garden.

The huge garden was the same as before. When Song Shaoyan's wheelchair stopped around the fence, he stared at the center of the garden and seemed to see a thin and slender figure tending to the flowers and plants in the garden.

In spring, she likes to wear dresses, and she also likes to personally tend her flowers and plants. She once told Butler Zhou that she would expand the garden a little more next spring so that she could plant more flowers.

She never argued or quarreled in the Song family, and was always kind. All the servants in the Song family liked her from top to bottom, maybe...except him.

Song Shaoyan sneered, his cold mask emitting a cold light in the fusion of moonlight and lights.

She usually doesn't like to put on makeup when she's not working at home. She walks around bare-faced and wearing her women's slippers because she knows he won't come home either.

She is actually pretty with or without makeup. Especially when she was in college, she was not as mature as she is now. She had a childish look about her and would blush when she argued with others.

Song Shaoyan looked at the center of the garden.

When I regained my composure, I found that there was no human figure anywhere.

A gust of evening wind blew by, spreading the fragrance of flowers everywhere.

There is an osmanthus tree on the east side of the garden. It was still a small tree when he left, but now its branches are very thick.

In this season, the sweet-scented osmanthus has a strong fragrance, and the quiet moonlight shines on the light yellow flowers, making the fragrance float and the lights dim.

A layer of osmanthus fell on the ground, and no one cleaned it. When the wind blew, the black soil was covered with osmanthus.

Song Zhai is still the Song Zhai.

The old friend is no longer the same person as he was then.

Song Shaoyan was like a sculpture, sitting motionless in his wheelchair, his eyes were light and he didn't know what he was looking at.

No one will bother him, and no one will call his name gently.

Under the moonlight, his thoughts turned to more than ten years ago.

At a proud and arrogant age, his eyes cannot tolerate anyone, nor can he look down upon anything that is not pleasing to his eyes.
Chapter completed!