The air conditioner is on in the car and it's very warm.

As soon as he got into the car, Ning An sat firmly and rubbed his hands, finally coming back to his senses.

It's really cold outside.

She and Song Shaoyan kept a certain distance, almost sitting on the left side and the other on the right side without disturbing each other.

The driver started the car.

Bentley drove forward along this wide and deserted road.

"Give me the scarf." Ning An reached out and asked him for the scarf.

Song Shaoyan lowered his head and looked at the scarf around his neck: "I didn't say I would give the scarf back to you as soon as I got in the car."

"!!" Ning An was angry, "Then when will you give it back to me? Are you still cold?"

"Yes, I'm very cold, what's wrong?" Song Shaoyan turned to look into her burning eyes.

"Pretend I didn't ask." Ning An looked up at the sky, "But I'm going back, you have to give it back to me."

"I happen to have no scarf at home. Give me this one."

"Are you being unreasonable? This is a women's scarf. You, a man, wear a women's scarf? I think you just want something from me!"

"I'll give you a ride and ask you for a scarf."

"Unreasonable."

Ning An didn't want to argue with him anymore. She had never seen him be so unreasonable.

The scarf she knitted by herself was just gone. She had been knitting it for a long time.

In the car, Song Shaoyan kept wearing a scarf, looking as though he should be cold.

"Where do you live?" Song Shaoyan asked calmly.

"Hilton."

"Oh, when are you leaving?"

"It's none of your business." Ning An had his own plan.

Neither of them spoke.

Sometimes, Ning An silently looks out the window.

Under the water vapor, the outside world was hazy and not very clear, and there was no one on the whole road.

The atmosphere is a bit cold.

After a long time, Ning An asked again casually: "Did the Song family get it back?"

"Yes." Song Shaoyan responded, "The osmanthus tree in the garden has grown taller and its branches are branching. Unfortunately, no one has pruned it."

"The gardener who used to work in the Song family has very good skills and doesn't cost much. You can get him back." Ning An looked calm and peaceful, "The old housekeeper is old and may not be financially able.

He can take charge of things, but don't send him away, he is very loyal to the Song family."

"Uncle Zhou? You didn't drive him away. He has always been in the Song family."

"He is someone who has worked with Grandpa Song. He knows many things about the Song family. If you don't understand anything, just ask him. You won't go wrong."

"I don't like to take care of things." Song Shaoyan said calmly.

"It's not something you love or not, it's something you have to take care of. Just like you liked architectural design at first, but you still have to study finance. Just like you..." Ning An didn't go on.

Just like he liked Gu Huiyin, but he still had to marry her.

"Why do I have to take care of it?" Song Shaoyan tilted his head, his slightly raised eyes reflected Ning An's gentle face, "I can find a wife who can take care of it as well."

"Yes." Ning An did not deny it.

She was the one who managed the Song residence for him back then.

However, after a while, Song Shaoyan chuckled again: "Some time ago, what do you think Gu Huiyin said to me? Huh?"

"How would I know."

"She said that no one would want a man like me now. If a woman is willing to marry me, she must be interested in my money and power." Song Shaoyan said in a calm voice, "I think she is right.

right."

"That's quite right." Ning An looked like he had heard the truth.
Chapter completed!