At this moment, Ning An's cell phone rang.

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

Ning An sighed, connected the headphones, and answered: "Hello."

"Where."

"On the way."

"Where are you going?"

"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 often goes out on business, but he never brings her gifts. No matter if it is a holiday or her birthday, he will never buy her a gift.

This time, she was really surprised.

"What gift?" she asked calmly.

"You'll know when you get back." Song Shaoyan's voice sounded a little tired from all the travel.

"Oh." Ning An responded.

"An'an, my community is just one intersection ahead. Just put me on the roadside and I'll go in by myself," Ye Jiaqi said.

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

It was still raining, so she wouldn't let Ye Jiaqi walk back.

She drove the car into Ye Jiaqi's community.

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

The curtain of rain falls low and the night is deep.

Song Zhai.

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.

Wearing a suit and leather shoes, with no tie on, he looked very tired.

Ning An stepped on the soft carpet and made no sound.

She took off her windbreaker and gently handed the bag to the servant.

She lowered her head and glanced at Song Shaoyan.

This man has no defense at all when he sleeps, quietly, like a sleeping lion.

The face has handsome and deep lines, the eye sockets are deeply sunken, and there is green stubble on the chin, as if it has not been taken care of for a few days, and the neat short hair is also a bit messy.

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

There is a pink gift box beside Song Shaoyan, which is beautifully packaged.

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

Unexpectedly, her gentle movements still woke up the sleeping man.

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

"Come back?" He said calmly.

"Yeah." Ning An didn't have much expression on his face.

She smelled cigarette smoke on him, and it looked like he had smoked a lot.

Projects in Financial Street are not something that ordinary people can win. Although Song Shaoyan is a top student in the Department of Finance, he lacks practical experience and is bound to suffer setbacks.

However, this is a matter of the Song family, and Song Shaoyan's matter has nothing to do with her.

"Have you eaten?" Ning An asked casually.

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

"Oh." Ning An doesn't care whether he wants to eat or not. He's not a child anymore. "Then you ask the kitchen to cook something. I still have something to finish, so I'll go to the study first."

Ning An threw down the blanket, and just when she was about to leave——

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

Ning'an failed to stand firm and staggered and fell.

Song Shaoyan easily took her into his arms.

Her body has a vague fruity wood fragrance, not strong or heavy, and you can hardly smell it if you don't get close.

"Why didn't you ask me about my business trip or whether the project went smoothly these days?" Song Shaoyan was quite dissatisfied.

"Not interested."

Ning'an struggled.
Chapter completed!