This breakfast was very harmonious.

Because Song Shaoyan and Ning An were there, it became much easier between Ye Jiaqi and Qiao Sinian.

Two men chatting, two women chatting.

The atmosphere is very gentle.

At 8:30, Song Shaoyan stood up and said, "Mr. Qiao, Miss Ye, I will send An An to work first, you can stay."

Ning An took the bag and stood up.

"Jiaqi, if you have time, I'll go to the company first."

"Okay, go slowly, see if you have time." Ye Jiaqi waved to her with a smile.

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

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

At once, Song Shaoyan opened the rear door for Ning An very gentlemanly.

After Ning An sat in, he followed him in.

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

"let go."

He looked ahead with a cold look and a low voice.

Ning An trembled his hand and put it down from his arm.

She lowered her head slightly, rubbed the strap of her hand with her hands, and the blank color in her eyes.

It was like a panicked deer, with a loss of her eyes.

"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 not close or far, but there is no longer the intimacy he had just made.

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

"Oh." Ning An just responded as if he was used to it, and didn't say much.

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

Song Shaoyan suddenly became interested and smiled badly, his eyes falling on her face.

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

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

Ning An didn't know why he asked that, so he raised his eyes and looked at him.

"I'm free."

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

Even her expression was very indifferent.

It's different from the calm Ning'an in the teahouse.

However, her coldness made Song Shaoyan very unhappy.

He reached out and his slender and fair fingers lifted her chin: "I don't like you most when it comes to your quarrels. I obviously... I really want me to sleep with you."

Ning An's eyes moved.

But in just a few seconds, the special light darkened and returned to normal.

She doesn't speak.

She was already used to Song Shaoyan's tone.

He had no good feelings for her, she knew.

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

"What did you say?" Ning An blinked his eyes, in a daze.

Maybe, Song Shaoyan and her really have no common language. Every time they are alone, there is not much to say.

Even they go to bed far more often than they say.

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

Ning An's face turned slightly red and his face was very uncomfortable.

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

She patted his hand off, closed her eyes, and supported her head: "I'll sleep."

She is a little tired, and every time she plays a loving couple with him in front of others, she will be tired.

Ning An really doesn't speak anymore.

Song Shaoyan was a little impatient and looked at her unhappily, and his eyes flashed across her fair melon-shaped face.
Chapter completed!