At this moment, Ning An's mobile phone rang. [Full text reading. 】

Ye Jiaqi glanced at the screen and whispered, "It's Song Shaoyan." ”

Ning An sighed, connected the headphones, and picked them up: "Hey." ”

"Where?"

"On the way."

"Where have you been?"

"Professor Mu's house."

"I just came back from a business trip and brought you a gift."

Ning An was a little surprised, this was the first time that Song Shaoyan brought her a gift.

He is often on business trips, but he never brings her gifts, whether it is a New Year's holiday or her birthday, he will not buy her a gift.

This time, she was really surprised.

"What a gift." She asked lightly.

"You'll find out when you get back." Song Shaoyan's voice was a little tired.

"Oh." Ning An responded.

"An'an, the intersection in front of me will be in my community, just put me on the side of the road, and I'll go in by myself." Ye Jiaqi said.

"I'll send you in." Ning An hung up the phone.

It was still raining, and she wouldn't let Ye Jiaqi go back.

She kept driving the car into Ye Jiaqi's community.

Seeing Ye Jiaqi get out of the car with an umbrella and walk to the corridor safely, she left with peace of mind.

The rain was low, and the night was deep.

Song House.

As soon as Ning An came back, he saw Song Shaoyan sitting on the sofa, he was sleeping on the sofa with his eyes closed.

Dressed in a suit and leather shoes, the tie was untied, and he looked very tired.

Ning An stepped on the soft carpet and did not make a sound.

She took off her trench coat and gently handed it to the servant.

She glanced down at Song Shaoyan.

The man slept completely defenseless, quiet, like a sleeping lion.

The face is handsome and deep, the eye sockets are deeply sunken, the chin is covered with blue stubble, as if it has not been taken care of for a few days, and the neat short hair is a little messy.

There were a few cigarette butts in the ashtray and a half-drunk cup of green tea on the coffee table.

Song Shaoyan has a pink gift box by his side, and the packaging is very exquisite.

Ning An saw that he was sleeping soundly, so he didn't disturb her, and silently covered him with a blanket.

Unexpectedly, her movements were very light, and she still woke up the sleeping man.

He opened his eyes tiredly, and looked at Ning An with dark and deep eyes.

"Coming back?" He spoke lightly.

"Hmm." Ning An's face didn't have much expression.

She smelled smoke on him and looked like she had smoked a lot.

Although Song Shaoyan is a top student in the Department of Finance, he lacks practical experience and is sure of his frustration.

However, this is the Song family's business, Song Shaoyan's business, and it has nothing to do with her.

"Have you eaten?" Ning An asked casually.

"Not yet, I don't want to eat it." Song Shaoyan is a little childish.

"Oh." Ning An doesn't care if he wants to eat or not, he is not a child anymore, "Then you let the kitchen do something, I still have something to do, go to the study first." ”

Ning An dropped the blanket, and just as she was about to leave-

Song Shaoyan pulled her into his arms with all his strength.

Ning An did not stand firm, staggered and fell.

Song Shaoyan took her into his arms with him.

Her body is a fruity aroma, not strong or heavy, and it is almost impossible to smell if she is not close.

"Why don't you ask me about my business trip, or if the project is going well these days." Song Shaoyan was quite dissatisfied.

"Not interested."

Ning An struggled.

But a woman's strength is still not as good as a man's, and she was firmly imprisoned by Song Shaoyan.