Men, who cares so much about looks.

But Mr. Song seems to be different...

The housekeeper didn't dare to say anything, and was afraid that Song Shaoyan would ask more questions, so he quickly said: "Mr. Song, if nothing happens, I'll go down first."

"Um."

Song Shaoyan looked in the mirror again.

He took out several watches from the cabinet and picked them carefully, choosing a simple yet elegant Patek Philippe.

After a few sips of afternoon tea, he saw that it was almost time, so he called the driver and set off.

At six o'clock, it was completely dark.

The street lights at the joints lit up one after another, and the bright and bright light illuminated the streets and illuminated the entire city.

There are vehicles on the road, the temperature is even lower at night, and the cold wind blows directly on people.

Lake Center Tower.

When Ning'an arrived, Song Shaoyan had already arrived.

It turned out that he had booked a quite luxurious private room, decorated in a cool black and white style, with a piano and flowers in the corner, and a thick layer of light gray blanket on the floor. When he walked on it, there was no sound at all.

Ning An was brought in by the waiter.

The door was closed, and there were only two people inside, Song Shaoyan and Ning An.

There were tea and flowers on the table, the aroma was pleasant, and the lighting was ambiguous, which gave Ning'an a somewhat strange feeling.

Hongmen Banquet is not Hongmen Banquet, but it is a bit like... a date?

Ning An has never dated Song Shaoyan. To be precise, she has never dated anyone.

But when she saw other people dating her, it was probably like this.

Ning An pulled out the chair and sat down opposite him.

Song Shaoyan was already sitting on the sofa, his eyes were gentle and calm, his face was calm, and his eyes with a calm luster were calm and calm. He gently raised his eyelids: "Is this the Hongmen Banquet?"

Ning An moved his lips: "Where is my scarf?"

Song Shaoyan handed her the folded scarf from the sofa next to her.

"Thank you." Ning An didn't expect that he would return the favor.

After taking the scarf, Ning An felt it was a bit heavy. Her scarf was loose and soft and would not be so heavy.

Ning An turned around and saw a jewelry box inside the scarf. The box had the logo of Hengyuan Jewelry on it.

She picked up the box and looked at Song Shaoyan: "Your things?"

"For you." Song Shaoyan looked at her elegantly and calmly, his voice as soft as running water, "As you said, I have no advantages, but many shortcomings. Now my legs are disabled and I am getting older.

, the only thing that can be valued by others is probably money and power. Hengyuan is the trump card in my hand, and the Song Group is not small, with branches all over the country. If you want to know about my property, shares, and funds, I will

I can report it to you."

Ning An's fingers trembled: "What do you want to do?"

She saw that Song Shaoyan was different today than usual.

Usually he doesn't have a good expression when he sees her, but today is different. Today he is calm and elegant, with a faint smile on his lips.

"It's nothing, I just want to ask... why don't you also run for money and power, look at me."

Song Shaoyan's words were neither straightforward nor subtle, but his intention was actually quite obvious.

He stared into Ning An's eyes.

Ning An was stunned. She placed her hands flat on the scarf, and her fingers had already secretly picked up the wool on the scarf. She didn't know how to feel. It seemed that after Song Shaoyan said these words, she didn't know how to think.

Ling Guang's brain usually becomes a little slow.
Chapter completed!