But just the word "eat" made her think of Hongmen Banquet. He was in her heart... it was really bad.

Ning An fell silent.

She had to think about it.

"Are you coming?" Song Shaoyan asked again.

"Just the two of us?"

"Um."

"What time is it?"

"At six o'clock, I'll ask the driver to pick you up."

"My scarf... please give it back to me. It's really cold outside. Without a scarf, I'm cold."

"..." Song Shaoyan rubbed his forehead, "I'll give it back to you."

"Um!"

Ning An agreed to his dinner.

Song Shaoyan felt that she must have agreed to him because of the scarf.

At three or four o'clock in the afternoon, Song Shaoyan was sitting in front of the large European-style mirror at home, sorting out his clothes.

The servant just found the mirror from the warehouse. He didn't allow mirrors in the house before.

This mirror is a full-length mirror. Sitting in a wheelchair, Song Shaoyan can see his entire self in the mirror.

He wore a casual black turtleneck sweater. Under the collar of the sweater was his slender neck and sexy Adam's apple. He silently looked at himself in the mirror for a long time.

He was born white, but he has been wearing masks in the past few years, and his face has become even whiter.

Song Shaoyan reached out and touched the scar on his forehead. It really hurt his appearance and made him very unhappy. He could only leave a small piece of hair to cover it.

There were many coats in the wardrobe. Song Shaoyan spent a long time choosing a dark gray coat.

Seeing that he didn't come out of the bedroom for most of the day, the housekeeper was afraid of an accident, so he knocked on the door on the pretext of bringing tea: "Mr. Song, I'll bring you afternoon tea."

"Come in."

The butler put the tray on the table.

He looked up and was stunned.

In the past four years, this was the first time that he had seen his master in such good spirits. He was also dressed very tastefully and had the temperament and demeanor of an elite man all over his body.

Moreover, Mr. Song is really good-looking without the mask. He is mature, dignified, elegant, and his manners are slow and steady.

The housekeeper couldn't help but look at it a few more times.

He had known for a long time that Mr. Song was not very old, but he did not expect that being so young was the best age for a man.

Song Shaoyan looked in front of the mirror. Seeing that the housekeeper hadn't left, he raised his eyelids and asked lightly: "What do you think of my outfit?"

"It suits you very well, but it's cold outside, so you should keep warm."

But Song Shaoyan always felt that there was something wrong with him. He looked around and said, "It's still not as good as before."

The housekeeper can't answer this...

He changed the subject: "Mr. Song, are you not coming back for dinner tonight?"

"Um."

"Mr. Song, you have such a good figure."

"Is it good to just be in good shape?"

"No, of course not, you look good too."

Song Shaoyan curled up the corners of his lips, and the slightly raised corners of his mouth were a little bit arrogant. The biggest difference between him now and before was probably that he was a little less energetic.

"The scar on my forehead is still very annoying." Song Shaoyan looked at the mirror again.

The housekeeper was speechless and Song Shao didn't say anything, so he didn't even notice.

"It's really an eyesore." Song Shaoyan muttered a few more words, frowning tightly.

"Mr. Song...can't tell..." the housekeeper reminded him in a low voice.

"Don't lie to me, I know you guys like to lie to me."

housekeeper:"……"

I didn't lie to him.

This man...why does this man care so much about his appearance?

No wonder he wears a mask all the time. It turns out that he doesn't even dare to face the scars.
Chapter completed!