"Well..." Ning An had no room to think and agreed in a daze.

Song Shaoyan was satisfied and fell asleep with Ning An in his arms.

…

The next day, Ning An's circle of friends was flooded with the proposal video posted last night.

She had been watching the video when she was at work, and Song Shaoyan also posted one himself.

Soon the entire Song Group knew about this.

Song Shaoyan thought it was not enough, so he used Song's Weibo corporate account to post a message - "A happy marriage for a hundred years."

The accompanying picture shows the back view of the fireworks together.

Song Shaoyan couldn't wait to tell the world that Ning'an was his. As soon as he posted it on Weibo, it immediately became a hot search topic.

Ning An raised his eyebrows. Now, she was completely labeled as Song Shaoyan's wife. No one knew about their marriage a few years ago, but this time, the whole world knew about it.

He couldn't hide it even if he wanted to, so Ning An just let Song Shaoyan do whatever he wanted.

Song Shaoyan did not come to the company today. He heard from Zhang De that Jiang Ci was allergic to alcohol and was sent to the hospital.

Song Shaoyan really has a headache. He is a doctor himself. Doesn't he know that he is allergic to alcohol?

Song Shaoyan went to the hospital to visit him.

Jiang Ci was leaning on the hospital bed slantingly, with an intravenous drip on his right hand. His eyes were unfocused and his face was pale. He seemed to have grown a lot of stubble overnight, and he had aged a few years.

When Song Shaoyan came over, half of his bottle of potion had been filled. He closed his eyes and said nothing.

Hearing the knock on the door, Jiang Ci weakly raised his eyelids.

"Is it better? I heard from Zhang De that you went back to the hotel and drank midnight again last night." Song Shaoyan actually knew that he was not an alcoholic, and his life rhythm was very regular. His daily life was monotonous, except for studying academics.

Just surgery.

"It's okay." Jiang Ci said hoarsely, with a tired look on his face and unkempt hair.

"Have you been busy at work recently?"

"It's a hospital, it's just like that."

"I didn't expect you could play the guitar. I didn't know it before." Song Shaoyan poured him a glass of warm water, "Do you need a nurse? Or should I go to the Song family to find a servant?"

"It's not a big deal. I just drank too much. I will go back to Hwaseong tomorrow and there are several surgeries waiting for me."

"It's not a big deal? I've heard people say that alcohol allergy can cause death."

Jiang Ci stopped talking, pursed his thin lips tightly, and said not a word.

Song Shaoyan saw that he had changed a lot. What happened to Jiang Ci during the time he went to New York? Song Shaoyan put his hands in the pockets of his trousers, frowned slightly, as if he understood something, and looked at Jiang Ci with raised eyes.

Words: "Where is Jiang Shu?"

"Run away."

"Run away? Where can she run? Her Linlang is still in Huacheng."

"Linlang has been locked up a long time ago, don't you know?"

"Really? I really don't know." No one reported this to him, "Did you break up?"

"We've never been together properly. There's no talk of breaking up." Jiang Ci didn't want to mention this matter. "Aren't she and I just friends? How many nights can we sleep together to form a relationship?"

Song Shaoyan heard a bit of sarcasm in his tone: "You are so busy working in the hospital, take good care of yourself, don't stay up late, and don't drink so much."

"Hmm." Jiang Ci looked gloomy, lacked interest, and closed his eyelids again.

"Then you have a good rest and let me know when you leave. I will see you off."

Jiang Ci didn't say "good" or "bad".

The air suddenly fell silent.
Chapter completed!