Ning'an's voice was well-proportioned and full of emotion.

After she finished reciting, Song Shaoyan took a sip of tea and asked, "Why are you reciting this poem?"

"It just happened to turn over."

"No, you did it on purpose." Song Shaoyan frowned and looked at her. There were traces of condensation between his handsome eyebrows. "This poem is called "Mistake". You want to remind me that we have known each other for a long time."

It's just a beautiful misunderstanding, right?"

"Mr. Song's imagination is sufficient."

"Explanation is a cover-up, you just want to hint to me."

"Okay, okay, I'll give you a hint." Ning An was helpless with him, "Do you have any other instructions? If not, I'll go and tease Huahua."

"Wait, I have something to tell you." Song Shaoyan looked at her.

Ning An stood by the wall and looked at him.

The atmosphere was very peaceful, not as tense as it was five years ago. Maybe they were all tired.

"Your previous job in New York was disrupted by Gu Huiyin and you were forced to resign. I want to say sorry to you." Song Shaoyan said, "If you still want to go back to your previous company, I will say hello to you."

"No need, the new job I'm looking for is pretty good too."

She was surprised that he could apologize to her.

"An An, whether you accept me or not, it doesn't matter. I just want to accompany you again." Song Shaoyan said in a clear voice, "I have often thought of you in the past five years. Grandpa and I have met several times. Every time

Every time he mentions you, he scolds me and says I don't know how to cherish you."

"What's past is past." Ning An said calmly.

"My birthday is coming soon, will you still cook me a table of dishes?"

Hearing him mention this matter, Ning An paused for a moment.

The year after they got married, he didn't come back for his birthday.

"Song Shaoyan, you should know that not everything lost can be recovered." Ning An looked indifferent, "I am very busy and will not celebrate your birthday again."

"Are we... can only be strangers from now on? Can we be friends?"

"What kind of friends do divorced people have?" Ning An put down the poetry collection in his hand, "I'm out, call me if you need anything."

She leaves his bedroom.

Huahua was jumping up and down in the living room, very lively.

Ning An brought the little guy over, touched its soft fur, and played with it for a while.

"Meow--"

"Be good." Ning An liked this cat very much, "You will stay here from now on. Although you are a bit pretentious and pretentious to the owner, he is not bad and he will be good to you."

Ning'an also knew that Song Shao was good at words and had never done anything heinous, and even if he wanted to do it now, he might not be able to do it well.

Huahua is a very obedient cat and licked the back of Ning'an's hand.

Ning An wanted to go back to the hotel at night, but the housekeeper kept begging her in a low voice, hoping that she could stay with Mr. Song again.

Ning An plans to leave tomorrow.

She went to the kitchen to help Xiaoduo cook. Sometimes Song Shaoyan would come out of the bedroom and just like to look at her without doing anything else.

As for the servant in this room, he didn't seem to shy away from it, he just looked at her like this.

He likes to wear the clothes she buys and eat the dishes she cooks. It seems that even the white rice she serves him is much more fragrant than usual.

His legs still hurt, but as long as she was there, the pain would be relieved.

He most likes to sit face to face with Ning An and eat, without anyone else disturbing him, just them.
Chapter completed!