Eating hot pot with Ning An, Song Shaoyan's mind was full of the scene of Ning An, Song Shaojun and Little Candy eating hot pot together.

He is like an outsider.

Seeing that he didn't speak for a long time, Ning An took a mouthful of cabbage and looked at him: "Eat more, don't be polite to me."

"You say things that make me unhappy, but I can't stand it anymore." Song Shaoyan looked unhappy.

"Oh, if you can't eat it, then you can't eat it." Ning An wouldn't coax him anyway.

She could eat it and was very happy with it.

She doesn't care about Song Shaoyan.

If he is in his thirties, should he be coaxed like a three-year-old?

Song Shaoyan looked at her, extremely depressed.

Why don't you coax him?

"What are you doing this afternoon?" Song Shaoyan asked.

“Have a rest at the hotel.”

"Going back to New York tomorrow?"

"Um."

"Okay, I'll be there in a few days, just don't answer my call then."

"I always keep my word. Now that I have said something, I will not go back on it." Ning An said calmly and continued to eat hot pot.

Ning An enjoyed the meal, but Song Shaoyan looked unhappy.

After the meal, Ning An returned to the hotel, and Song Shaoyan also returned to his small villa in the capital.

After much thought, he still felt depressed, and nothing could relieve his depression.

I was depressed for a long time.

The weather in Beijing was particularly good. He sat in the garden of the villa, enjoying the winter afternoon sunshine.

If Ning An doesn't take him away tomorrow, then he will go to New York in a few days.

In the evening, as the sun set little by little from the west, Song Shaoyan was still feeling depressed, so he simply made a phone call and went out.

Not long after, Zhang De brought a woman to Song Shaoyan's villa.

Song Shaoyan was sitting in a wheelchair, making tea, leisurely looking at the rolling mountains in the distance, enjoying the tranquility.

When Xiaoyue saw Song Shaoyan, she was so surprised that her eyes almost fell out. She wiped her eyes and looked at it several times. It was really Song Shaoyan, Senior Song!

Zhang De took the people there and left.

"Sit." Song Shaoyan pointed to the empty seat next to him.

"Senior, is it really you? You haven't changed at all, you're still so handsome!"

Song Shaoyan slightly raised the corners of his lips: "I'm not handsome anymore, I'm getting old."

"Not at all. On the contrary, I think you are more handsome, more mature and more charming than before!" Xiaoyue sat down. She didn't expect that Song Shaoyan would call her over. You know, when she was in college, she and Song Shaoyan

There is absolutely no interaction with a young master like Shao Yan.

Later, when I found out that he was the crown prince of the Song family, I could only look up to him.

We were not born to be together.

She just heard that Song Shaoyan and President Song were looking for her, and she was really stunned for a long time.

It has been many years since she graduated from college, so why would Mr. Song come to see her? She is just an ordinary person who is inconspicuous.

Song Shaoyan was very gentlemanly in his dealings with others. He poured her a cup of tea himself. His handsome face was as gentle as the breeze and the moon. The soft light of the setting sun shone on his face, adding a bit of comfort.

"Drink tea." Song Shaoyan handed over the cup.

Xiaoyue felt extremely honored and frightened: "Song, Mr. Song...what do you want to see me for?"

She had never been to a villa like this. The decoration and environment here were beyond her imagination. It was so beautiful.

"We used to be from the same university." Song Shaoyan spoke slowly and calmly.
Chapter completed!