This breakfast was very harmonious.

Because Song Shaoyan and Ning An were here, the relationship between Ye Jiaqi and Qiaosnian became much simpler.

Two men chatting, two women chatting.

The atmosphere is very gentle.

At half past eight, Song Shaoyan stood up and said, "Master Qiao, Miss Ye, I'll take An An to work first. You guys stay."

Ning An took the bag and stood up.

"Good day, see you when you can, I'm going to the company first."

"Okay, walk slowly, see you when you have time." Ye Jiaqi smiled and waved to her.

Ning An took Song Shaoyan's arm and they walked down the stairs together.

Song Shaoyan's Bentley was parked in the teahouse courtyard.

As soon as he got off the bus, Song Shaoyan opened the back door for Ning An like a gentleman.

After Ning An sat in, he followed suit.

However, all the tenderness just now disappeared in an instant, and was replaced by indifference and indifference.

"let go."

He looked ahead, with cold eyes and a low voice.

Ning An's hand shook and dropped from his arm.

She lowered her head slightly and rubbed the strap of her handbag with both hands, her eyes filled with confusion.

Like a frightened deer, his eyes lost their vitality.

"Old Chen, drive!" Song Shaoyan ordered coldly.

"Yes, Master."

The driver started the car and slowly drove out of the teahouse.

The distance between Song Shaoyan and Ning An is neither close nor far, but they are no longer as close as they were just now.

"Ning'an, I can't go back tonight."

"Oh." Ning An responded as if he was used to it, without saying much.

"Do you want me to go back, or not?"

Song Shaoyan suddenly became interested, smiled wickedly, and his eyes fell on her face.

He leaned slightly on the seat, his figure tall and slender.

Every move he makes exudes the aura of a noble man, elegant and gentle.

Ning An didn't know why he asked so, so she raised her eyes and glanced at him.

"I'm free to do it."

Ning An's answer was very bland, just like her, she was indifferent to the world and took everything very lightly.

Even her expression was very indifferent.

It was different from the smiling and calm Ning An in the teahouse.

It was her coldness that made Song Shaoyan very unhappy.

He stretched out his hand and lifted her chin with his long, white fingers: "I can't stand your duplicity the most. You obviously... really want me to sleep with you."

Only then did Ning An's eyes move.

But within just a few seconds, that special light dimmed and returned to normal.

She doesn't speak.

She was already used to Song Shaoyan's tone.

He didn't have a good impression of her to begin with, and she knew it.

"Why don't you speak?" Song Shaoyan was a little upset.

"What did you say?" Ning An blinked, confused.

Maybe, Song Shaoyan and her really had nothing in common, and every time they were alone together, they didn't have much to say.

In fact, they went to bed far more often than they talked.

Song Shaoyan sneered: "Ning An, you are not so cold in bed."

Ning An's face turned slightly red and she looked very uncomfortable.

She didn't expect Song Shaoyan to say such things.

She slapped his hand away, closed her eyes, and supported her head: "I'll take a nap."

She was a little tired. She would get tired every time she played the role of a loving couple with him in front of others.

Ning An really stopped talking.

Song Shaoyan was a little impatient and glanced at her unpleasantly, his eyes passing over her fair face.
Chapter completed!