Ning An sent an anonymous text message to Gu Huiyin in the bathroom. [Full text reading. 】

If she is not discouraged, no woman is willing to push her husband out.

She no longer has any thoughts and fantasies about Song Shaoyan, she is not a little girl anymore, she still has reason.

The text message was sparse: "Song Shaoyan has returned to the capital." ”

After sending it, she put away her mobile phone, stood in front of the mirror, cut her hair and clothes, and touched up her makeup.

Because of the wine, her face was very ruddy, and her eyes were also covered with a shallow layer of mist, which looked less stubborn and more gentle.

She put on her bag and went out to find Song Shaojun.

Song Shaojun's driver had already parked the car outside the hotel, the sun was shining outside, and the man in a black suit was reclining on the back seat, his eyebrows were handsome and his eyebrows were warm.

He was waiting for Ning An with his head propped up, rubbing his temples with one hand.

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

"Thank you, Mr. Song, for helping me block a lot of wine at the wine table, it's okay, it's okay." Ning An also curled his lips and smiled, "It's just a little sleepy, you're tired too." ”

At the noon banquet, Song Shaojun was very gentlemanly and blocked a lot of wine for her, otherwise she would definitely be very drunk at this time.

She also knew that Song Shaojun had drunk a lot.

"Don't come in the afternoon, you have to come." Song Shaojun said with a smile, "Your subordinates can be so diligent, so I naturally have to come in the afternoon." ”

"Mr. Song, go back and rest, I can do it alone. You've also drunk a lot at noon, and you've got a dinner party in the evening, so I'm afraid you'll have to drink it. ”

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

Ning An couldn't persuade him again, so he 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 at the mouth of the bag, which was simple and charming, and it was a very soft color and style.

"Morning hard work, a gift for you." He handed her the tote bag.

Ning An hurriedly refused: "Mr. Song, this is my own job, not hard." ”

"A gift for you, take it. There's a dress in it that you can wear at dinner in the evening, but I don't know if you like it or not. ”

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

"I 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 do things with you."

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

"But you don't even turn me down a small gift, don't you?"

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

"You go back and try the dress, you can use it for the dinner in the evening, you don't have to buy it, time doesn't allow."

Ning An also knew that the dresses in her wardrobe were all from the past, and she hadn't bought a decent evening dress this year.

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

"Well, you change the title first."

"This" Ning An was even more embarrassed.

Song Shaojun glanced at her, looked at her frowning, and smiled: "Forget it, don't embarrass 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 advised.

"I remember."

The car kept driving from the hotel, and Song Shaojun sent Ning An to her apartment first, and watched her go upstairs safely before he went back to his residence.

The afternoon sun is shining, and even the wind is delicate and gentle.