The men and women on the dance floor were twisting their waists, and Ning An really walked up and danced with them.

She has been professionally trained in dancing since she was a child. At that time, her grandfather just thought that girls would not be disadvantaged if they learned more talents. Unexpectedly, she was quite talented and could dance as well as those little girls with professional backgrounds.

The band members were playing guitar and drums, the bar was very noisy, and the colorful lights were shining on the stage, making it brilliant and confusing.

At this moment, Ning'an was completely relaxed.

This business trip went very smoothly.

She thought that Gu Huiyin and Song Shaoyan would continue to make things difficult for her, but they didn't this time. Maybe they were busy getting engaged and had no interest in retaliating against her.

So the best.

This time, Ning'an didn't play for too long.

When she was sweating profusely from dancing, she got off the stage, drank another glass of red wine, and left.

The bar was not far from the hotel, so Ning An simply walked back by herself.

The wind blew away her drunkenness, she took a deep breath and indulged in the autumn of this city.

Actually...she quite likes this city.

This city buried the best ten years of her youth, which were really the most beautiful years.

There are some sweet-scented osmanthus trees planted on the roadside in the city. When the wind blows, the quiet sweet-scented osmanthus fragrance spreads everywhere, refreshing and intoxicating.

Ning An walked slowly along the roadside, his drunkenness gradually dissipated.

She looked at the lights on the roadside, with a faint hint of alcohol in her blurred eyes. She raised the corners of her lips slightly, maybe she was doing well now.

The hem of her skirt floated slightly. Ning An held her coat in one hand and her bag in the other, smelling the charming scent of osmanthus in the air.

…

Back in New York, Ning'an's life gradually became stable.

She is still very busy at work and only has very little time to spend with Little Candy every day.

But Little Candy is very sensible and can play with the doll for a long time by herself.

Time passes day by day, and sometimes Ning An almost forgets the people and things in China, as if he has returned to the time when he first came to New York five years ago.

Gu Huiyin never caused trouble to her again after they got engaged, which made her relieved. She didn't want to have any contact with the Song family anymore.

Little Candy hasn't seen her bad uncle for a long time and she misses him very much.

I want him to play the piano, I want him to do crafts with me, I want him to buy candies for her...

Little Candy never knew what the bad uncle was called or what he looked like, but she always felt that he was not a bad person.

On weekends, Ning An did not work overtime. She personally cooked a table of dishes for Little Candy.

There is Little Candy’s favorite shrimp.

Little Candy peeled the shrimp very slowly. She sighed: "Oh, the peeled shrimp is the most delicious."

Ning'an paused with his chopsticks and smiled: "Who has peeled shrimps for you?"

In her impression, she had never peeled Guangdong since she was a child. She had always said that she should do her own thing.

Song Shaojun wanted to peel the little candy, but she disagreed and forbade him from being too spoiled.

Little Candy covered her mouth, as if she had slipped her words.

Ning An frowned, something was wrong with the little girl.

In addition, during this period she often saw the little girl talking in her sleep about her bad uncle, Ning An became more and more suspicious.

Little girls are easily deceived by bad people, and Ning An is very worried.

She didn't plan to cross-examine him. She planned to send the candies to school herself during this period. Maybe she was paranoid.

It's best that she's paranoid.

After clearing the table in the afternoon, Little Candy went to the study to do her homework, while Ning An watched TV alone in the living room.
Chapter completed!