Ning An sent an anonymous text message to Gu Huiyin in the bathroom.

If it weren't for being discouraged, no woman would want to push her husband out.

She had no thoughts or fantasies about Song Shaoyan. She was no longer a little girl, and she still had rationality.

There are only a few text messages: "Song Shaoyan has returned to the capital."

After sending the phone, she put away her cell phone, stood in front of the mirror, cleaned her hair and clothes, and put on makeup.

Because she drank wine, her face was very rosy, and there was a light mist in her eyes, which looked less stubborn and more gentle.

She carried her bag and went out to find Song Shaojun.

Song Shaojun's driver had already parked his car outside the hotel. The sun was sunny outside. The man in a black suit leaned leaning on the back seat with handsome eyebrows and gentle eyebrows.

He held his head and waited for Ning An, rubbed his temples with one hand.

Ning An got into the car, he raised his head and smiled: "Here you come, how are you? Are you okay?"

"Thank you, Mr. Song, for blocking a lot of wine at the table. Fortunately, it's okay." Ning An also bent his lips and smiled, "You're a little sleepy, you're tired too."

At the lunch banquet, Song Shaojun was very gentlemanly blocking a lot of wine for her, otherwise she would have been very drunk at this moment.

She also knew that Song Shaojun had drunk a lot.

"Let you not come in the afternoon, you have to come." Song Shaojun smiled, "Any subordinate can be so diligent, so I will naturally have to come in the afternoon."

"Mr. Song, please go back and rest. I can do it alone. You also drank a lot at noon, and there is a dinner party in the evening, so I'm afraid you have to drink it."

"Don't worry about me, of course I can do what you can do."

Ning An couldn't persuade him anymore and left in his car.

The driver starts the car.

Song Shaojun handed her a handbag. The bag was light pink and there was a bow tied to the bottom of the bag. It was simple and charming, and it was a very soft color and style.

"Thank you for your hard work in the morning, a gift for you." He handed her the tote bag.

Ning An quickly refused: "Mr. Song, this is my job, and it is not hard to say."

"Come on the gift I'm going to give you. There is a dress that I'll wear at dinner party. I just don't know if you like it."

"Mr. Song, I really can't accept it. These are my jobs." Ning An was embarrassed.

"I will still have a lot of trouble for you in the future. If you don't accept it, I'm afraid I won't dare to work with you."

"Mr. Song... If you have anything to do, just talk to me."

"But you even reject me with a small gift, don't you?"

Ning An was helpless, she couldn't say anything about Song Shaojun.

"You try the dress when you go back. You can use the evening dinner, and you don't have to buy it. Time does not allow it."

Ning An also knew that the dresses in his wardrobe were all from the past, and he had never bought a decent evening dress this year.

She accepted Song Shaojun's gift: "If you have anything to do in the future, just talk to me."

"Well...you change the name first."

"This..." Ning An was even more embarrassed.

Song Shaojun looked at her, looked at her brows and smiled: "Forget it, don't make things difficult for you."

"Mr. Song, if you have a headache, remember to take some painkillers, otherwise it will be very uncomfortable. I have experienced it." Ning An reminded.

"I remember."

The car drove from the hotel. Song Shaojun first took Ning'an to her apartment. He watched her climb upstairs safely before returning to his residence.
Chapter completed!