The two were not far apart, and Song Shaoyan didn't shy away from it, staring straight at Ning An with angry eyes.

Ning'an walked leisurely, and her red coat looked like the maple leaves in late autumn, eye-catching and eye-catching. She was an elegant sight standing on the roadside.

There was no one in the open space by the roadside. Even the monks who were sweeping the floor had gone back, leaving only Song Shaoyan and Ning An.

His hands were resting on the wheelchair, and veins popped out, showing the anger in his heart at this moment.

Ning An had an indifferent attitude, she didn't do anything wrong.

The two looked at each other, but neither one spoke first.

For a long time, Ning An felt that standing like this was not a problem. It was quite cold outside.

But this place was deserted and there was no way to get out. She was wondering if she should call Jiang Shu. The only people she knew in Huacheng were Jiang Shu and Jiang Ci.

Of course, the person in front of me counts as one.

Ning An tried to talk to him: "Did you drive here?"

"How can I drive like this?"

"..." Ning Anmo said, "Then how do you go back?"

"Stay away from me."

Ning'an: "..."

She didn't leave, lowered her head, raised her toes, and brought her white boots together, apart, and together again. She was childishly enjoying it, but in fact, she really didn't think of any good solution.

After a while, she realized that two burning eyes were still staring at her face. She raised her head slightly, glanced at him, and met his eyes again.

"Song Shaoyan, if you are really ready to convert to Buddhism, you will not have fluctuations in emotions and desires. You have a temper and love to get angry, which only means that you are not ready. You don't have to blame me, I just think that you

You should not be disrespectful to Buddha."

"Ning'an, can you stop hanging around in front of me? Wouldn't it be better to go back to New York?" Song Shaoyan was angry.

He had made an appointment with the abbot today and everything was ready. He didn't expect that Ning An would interfere with it.

Not only was it disrupted, the atmosphere was also ruined.

"Song Shaoyan, aren't you tired of wearing a mask?" Ning An suddenly came to his side, bent down and looked into his eyes, "You can't even let go of your own appearance, why are you talking about letting go of everything? All four things are in vain, you

Being an abbot who is stupid and doesn’t understand? The Buddha will not accept a disciple like you because you have no sincerity."

"Ning'an, you've had enough!"

Song Shaoyan hadn't quarreled with her for a long time, and when they quarreled, most of the time he was no match for her.

She always liked to pinch his sore spots, just like now.

Just when Song Shaoyan was very angry, Ning An raised his hand, took off his mask, and took three steps back.

"Ning'an!" Song Shaoyan was completely irritated, "You think I won't do anything to you, right?! Return the mask to me, and I'll settle the rest of the debt with you slowly!"

In the white mist and biting cold wind, Song Shaoyan's mature and handsome face was filled with anger. He stared directly at Ning An with a pair of red eyes, and the outline of his face became deeper and deeper.

There are two scars on his forehead that are neither deep nor shallow. They are not heavy and can be covered by broken hair.

Ning An refused, and she suddenly laughed. Not knowing where the interest came from, she put on Song Shaoyan's mask in front of her.

The mask was too big and she could only hold it up with her hands.

"What kind of treasure do I think it is? It's such a dull thing, but it's not too bulky for you to wear." She blinked and looked at the outside world through the eyes of the mask.
Chapter completed!