She didn't expect that Song Shaoyan would come back.

Around two or three o'clock in the night, she was suddenly awakened by a cold body.

He took off his clothes, put on his pajamas again, and got into her bed.

Ning An felt very uncomfortable and pushed him hard, frowning: "Go away..."

She smelled perfume, a very feminine rose scent.

She doesn't like to use this kind of perfume. She prefers low-key fruity fragrance to floral fragrance.

"Don't make trouble, go to sleep, I'm very tired."

Song Shaoyan grabbed her hand tiredly and pressed it down.

He was indeed very tired. Something happened in the company during the day, and he dealt with it until late at night.

Ning An didn't understand why she got into trouble with him? The pungent smell of perfume irritated her nerves and made it impossible for her to fall asleep again.

Ning An refused to compromise, took her hand out of his, pushed him away, and sat up.

She turned on the bedside lamp, got out of bed and put on her slippers.

The hour hand of the wall clock on the wall pointed at "2", which turned out to be after two o'clock in the morning.

The night was very quiet and extremely long.

She thought he had been out for at least three hours.

After three hours, you have done everything you need to do, so what are you still doing?

Ning'an's black hair hung messily on her shoulders. She felt disturbed and she no longer felt sleepy.

Physically and mentally exhausted.

"Where are you going?" Song Shaoyan also sat up.

There was a tired blue color under his eyes, his eyes seemed unhappy, and his sharp eyes were full of vigilance.

Like a leopard watching its prey.

"I'm going to sleep in the guest room." Ning An took a shawl.

"Am I allowed to sleep in separate beds?"

"Song Shaoyan, I can't sleep next to you. I can't sleep. Do you understand?" Ning An's eyes looked at him, like a cat with fried fur.

Her face was very pale, especially her eyes, which looked tired.

"Don't worry, the servants in Song House won't talk nonsense. Even if they dare to say nonsense, it won't reach Grandpa's ears. You can rest assured when I do things." Ning An added lightly.

She knew what Song Shaoyan was worried about.

"Ning'an, you'd better sleep next to me, otherwise I don't guarantee what I will do to you."

"Song Shaoyan, are you being unreasonable?" Ning An's face changed, clouded and ugly, "I don't want to sleep next to you, I don't want to be close to you, how do you want me to explain it more clearly? You are a smart person,

I thought you understood."

"Ning'an, didn't you marry me just to sleep with me? Huh? Now you don't want to?"

Ning An's hands gripped the shawl so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

There was a look of despair in her eyes.

"Perhaps, a woman will always grow up after meeting a few scumbags. God is very kind to me. When I meet one, I grow up."

Ning An said lightly, glanced at him, turned around and left.

During this marriage, she was severely injured, and she was more likely to reap the consequences.

If I hadn't been so persistent in liking and loving him, I wouldn't have hurt myself so completely.

With these words, Song Shaoyan was filled with anger and his eyes were red.

Scumbag?

No one has ever used this word to describe him. In the eyes of outsiders, he is a proud man, a gentleman, elegant and refined.

Only in Ning An's eyes, he became a scumbag.

Ning An left the bedroom and walked to the guest room. She locked the door tightly.

He leaned against the wall weakly, looking ahead silently with empty and weak eyes.

His gaze fell on the window not far away, indifferent and cold.
Chapter completed!