Jiang Shu was holding the steering wheel with one hand and making a call on her mobile phone with the other. It seemed that Jiang Ci's voice was on the other end.

"You run, you run for me, I'll see where you run." Jiang Shu's frivolous eyebrows showed a triumphant expression, "Little one, you are no match for me."

"Sister...can I kneel down for you? It was my fault that night. I drank too much and was in a bad mood."

"Why do you want to kneel down? Little thing, you are so brave to run away after sleeping. I tell you, you have to come back in three days, or I will ask Linlang's bodyguard to catch you personally."

"Auntie..."

"It's no use calling me ancestor."

Jiang Shu and Jiang Ci seemed to be flirting.

Ning'an: "..."

Does Jiang Ci have a master?

After a while, Jiang Shu put down her phone.

The fog outside has dispersed a bit, and there is a thin layer of water mist on the glass windows. Through the water mist, you can see the depressing winter scene outside.

"Ning'an, Song Shaoyan shouldn't be like this. He is a capable, ambitious and courageous man. Maybe you can get to know him again."

"You don't understand our past. There are many things that I can't just forgive."

"Yes, then be cruel to him, at least don't let him have an easy life for the rest of his life."

Jiang Shu's words were ambiguous, and Ning An denied it: "I didn't mean that."

"Not far ahead is Baohua Temple, where Song Shaoyan is."

Ning An was surprised: "Why is he going to the temple?"

"Why did you go to the temple?"

"Convert to Buddhism or become a monk?" Ning An's face was full of disbelief, "He is the kind of person who has sinned so much that the Buddha doesn't want him, right?"

"I think so too, but he doesn't think so. He thinks Buddha will forgive him." Jiang Shu snickered.

"It's so fucking pretentious." Ning An felt that Song Shaoyan was really enough, but he could think of it.

Would Buddha forgive him?

Even if the King of Hell doesn’t want him, the Buddha will want him?

Five years later, Song Shaoyan had a really strange mind.

After walking for about ten minutes, the car stopped in front of a temple. The surroundings were quiet and ginkgo leaves fell all over the ground.

There is a small stream not far from the temple. The water is clear and trickling.

After Ning An got out of the car, Jiang Shu pushed up her sunglasses and raised her lips: "Go straight and turn left. The first room is the abbot's room."

After saying that, Jiang Shu closed the car door, turned the car around and left.

The performance of the sports car was excellent. Before Ning An could react, Jiang Shu had already run away.

"Hey!" Ning An called her.

But where is the shadow of Maserati?

In this pure place of Buddhism, Ning An did not dare to make a loud noise. She was suffocating in her heart. How could she forget that this Jiang Shu was Song Shaoyan's friend? Since he was Song Shaoyan's friend, of course he stood with Song Shaoyan.

On a line.

Ning An realized that as soon as she came out of the airport, she was being led by Jiang Shu.

She used Song Lin and Gu Huiyin's story as bait, and kept tempting her. Only when she reached the end did she realize that the ultimate goal was not this, but Song Shaoyan!

Jiang Shu's purpose is to bring her to meet Song Shaoyan!

But she didn’t want to see Song Shaoyan at all!

Ning'an stood at the door of the empty temple. She looked up and saw that the plaque of "Baohua Temple" was gilded. There was no sunshine today, but the gold was still eye-catching.

There is a monk sweeping the floor at the door, and in the distance there is the sound of a monk chanting sutras. The sound of wooden fish can be heard far away.

There were no pilgrims, but the fragrance lingering in the air was faint and long-lasting.
Chapter completed!