She reached out and pulled the quilt.

"I'm sleepy." She said calmly, "Just rest, I don't mind if you sleep next to me."

Song Shaoyan smiled.

Out of nowhere, he lowered his head and pressed a kiss on her forehead.

The warm kiss is gentle and simple, like a dragonfly touching water.

For an instant, Ning An was stunned and looked at him in disbelief, with a burning light in his big eyes.

"Go to sleep." Song Shaoyan pulled the air-conditioning quilt over her, but said lightly, "I'll be here later."

"Yeah." Ning An didn't care about anything with him anymore. She glanced at him and closed her eyes.

He looked really tired, with tiredness on his face and in his eyes, as if he had just returned from City Z in a hurry.

I don't know if Gu Huiyin called him, it should be, otherwise how could he come back.

Maybe Gu Huiyin said something to him, but Ning An didn't want to guess.

Love is what it is.

But Song Shaoyan's attitude today surprised her.

He actually didn't get angry at her or lose his temper with her.

She made a fuss twice, but he didn't seem to have any reaction. It was rare for him to be so temperless.

Ning An didn't want to think about it, she wrapped herself in a quilt and fell asleep.

Song Shaoyan saw her sleeping peacefully until he went to the bathroom to take a bath.

The afternoon sun is just right, and the green trees are shaded and the summer is long.

The scorching sun hung lazily in the sky, and its white rays illuminated the treetops.

Song's house is very peaceful, so quiet that you can hear the long and short chirping of cicadas on the branches.

This thin and broken sound made Song's house feel more and more empty and peaceful.

Song Shaoyan dragged his suitcase all the way, and it wasn't until he returned home that he felt a sense of belonging after wandering.

It was probably duckweed floating on the water and suddenly landed in the harbor.

…

After that day, Song Shaoyan did not go on a business trip again and had been sending Ning An to work since the next day.

Ning An couldn't resist him, so she had to let him pick her up.

Whenever she gets up in the morning, he gets up at the same time.

Occasionally, he gets up early and makes breakfast.

When had Ning'an ever seen Mr. Song making breakfast himself? It was really surprising.

In her eyes, Song Shaoyan was indeed a very outstanding man. Of course, if he wasn't outstanding, she probably wouldn't have looked down on him when she was in college.

Thinking of this, Ning An smiled helplessly.

On the third day after the ankle sprain injury, Ning'an almost recovered.

It wasn't a big deal in the first place, it was Song Shaoyan who made him very nervous here.

She was not allowed to take a bath by herself, and even had to carry her to the dining table when eating.

It doesn't look like a sprain, but more like pregnancy.

Thinking of this, Ning An burst into laughter.

"My injury is healed. You don't have to take me to the company today. I'll drive myself." Ning An confessed to him while eating breakfast.

Today's breakfast was made by him, including fried eggs and ham, sandwiches, strawberry jam toast, egg tarts, warm milk, and the aroma was fragrant.

"This is the right you can enjoy as a wife." Song Shaoyan said lightly, "Even if your foot is not injured this time."

Ning An's hand holding the fork paused, and she smiled without responding.

"Do you like breakfast?" Song Shaoyan sat opposite her and picked up the knife and fork.

There was a breakfast exactly like hers in front of him.

Ning An didn't know where he learned that she liked to eat these, maybe from the kitchen.

"It's okay." Ning An took a bite of bread, "But these are not what I want to eat most this morning."
Chapter completed!