At that moment, time merged, and under the white mist, Song Shaoyan was stunned.

His eyes fell on her face, but his thoughts drifted to the mask party in his freshman year. At that time, she was also wearing a mask, a little fox mask, which was much prettier than his mask.

The blending of scenes left Song Shaoyan in a trance and at a loss.

A slight cold wind blew into his face and into his heart.

It’s been ten years since I had a big dream.

Ning An lost interest after playing for a while. The mask seemed to still have Song Shaoyan's body temperature. Thinking of this, she returned the mask to him.

"I don't know why you are being pretentious. Your face is nothing. You have to wear a mask to be pretentious."

"What do you know?" Song Shaoyan was annoyed.

"How could I not understand? You just think that a few scars have affected your beauty. Song Shaoyan, do you really think you are still that handsome young man? You are already in your thirties, you have long been old.

And let me tell you, you will be older in the future, not only with scars, but also wrinkles, spots..."

"Ning An, can you shut up?!"

Ning An knew it would anger him.

This person cares too much about his appearance and is so pretentious that a small scar is nothing to others, but Song Shaoyan can make a fuss out of it.

There's no way, he's just so proud and can't tolerate anything bad about himself.

If there is something bad, we will not face it squarely or face it, but will just avoid it.

This is his character, it hasn't changed in five years, and it probably won't change again in the future.

As the saying goes, nature is easy to change but hard to change. The arrogance, willfulness, arrogance and pretentiousness in his heart really cannot be cured within a year and a half.

Ning An sneered: "Look, you can't even face life, old age, sickness and death, and you can't understand it. Why do you still want to convert to Buddhism?"

"Ning'an!" Song Shaoyan was shaking with anger.

"Buddhist Pure Land, I shouldn't quarrel with you, so can you ask your driver to come over? I can't get a taxi here." Ning An compromised.

Song Shaoyan no longer wore a mask, the corners of his lips raised a playful arc, and he looked at her face that was red with cold: "Since you are asking for help from others, you shouldn't talk so much nonsense, understand?

?”

After speaking, Song Shaoyan picked up his cell phone and called the driver.

He originally didn't want to go back today.

Unexpectedly, the plan completely changed.

"What am I begging you for? It's not necessary." Ning'an said, "There is a bus stop just along this road. I can go there and take the bus."

"Really? Okay." Song Shaoyan's mood instantly improved.

He was much more familiar with this place than she was. If he calculated correctly, it would take at least fifty minutes to walk to that bus stop.

Song Shaoyan played with the mask in his hand carelessly, with his head lowered and the corners of his lips raised.

Ning An kicked the pebbles at his feet, bored.

Thinking of what Jiang Shu told her, she simply asked Song Shaoyan: "I have read the transcripts of Song Lin and Gu Huiyin. If Grandpa Song knew about it, he would be happy. The Song Group and the Song family's property will be transferred to you

You are well-deserved. Don’t let Grandpa Song down. He kept talking about you when he was seriously ill."

"When you came here today, was it Jiang Shu who contacted you?" He raised his head and looked at her with bright eyes.

"Yes, your friend."
Chapter completed!