The teacher's wife shouted several times, but the only response was the sound of the door closing.

"The older you get, the more disobedient you are." The teacher's wife complained and turned her head.

But Ning An smiled: "A Heng is very powerful. He has a company abroad by himself. Master, you can enjoy the blessings."

Mu Xiaoyi was still peeling the pistachios, one by one.

In the eyes, no small emotions can be seen, like pear blossoms falling into the ocean, disappearing.

Ye Jiaqi saw her peeling off one pistachio after another, and the small bowl was full of pistachios she had peeled.

She lowered her head and peeled them very seriously, as if peeling pistachios was the only thing left in the world.

The sixteen-year-old girl has fair skin and a unique childishness, which is so simple that it makes people pity her.

"Xiaoyi, Xiaoyi."

"Ah." Mu Xiaoyi raised her head.

The big eyes are brightly colored, and the long eyelashes are particularly beautiful.

The mistress touched her little head: "How many times did I call you before you heard me? I've peeled a bowl of it. Don't peel it anymore. I'll give some to Brother Heng. He used to like it."

Mu Xiaoyi shook her head: "I won't give it to him."

The teacher's wife heard her childish words and laughed: "Brother Heng bullied you again?"

"No, I stripped it for Sister An An and Sister Jia Qi, not for Brother Heng."

With that said, Mu Xiaoyi placed all the pistachios in front of them.

Ning An took one. Just after finishing the meal, his cell phone rang.

"I'm going out to take a call."

Ning An walked to the courtyard outside the villa, her beauty frowning slightly, her thin red lips pursed into a thin line.

"Hello." Her voice was very soft and soft.

But there is an indifferent coolness in the softness.

It's so light that it will disperse when the wind blows.

"The housekeeper said you didn't go home today." On the other end was Song Shaoyan's cold and slightly dissatisfied voice.

"Yes what's the matter?"

"Where are you going?"

"Just chatting with friends and having afternoon tea."

"Which friend do I know?"

"Song Shaoyan, you are very annoying. I never ask about your business." Ning An was angry.

Her delicate face was covered with a layer of cold frost, and the tips of her eyebrows were twisted into a knot.

Really, Song Shaoyan is very annoying.

"Do you think I want to ask you?" Song Shaoyan was also inexplicably angry, "Get back before ten o'clock."

"Sorry, I don't want to go back today."

Ning An's temper also rose. When Song Shaoyan said this, she felt dissatisfied in her heart.

"Ning'an, are you playing hard-to-get with me? Huh? You don't really want me to sleep with you. Now I'm back to give you this opportunity. Are you not happy? Not happy?"

"Song Shaoyan, get out!"

Ning An was so angry that she held on to the tree trunk in the courtyard. Under the street lamp, her thin figure was trembling slightly, and her fingernails were almost broken.

"What's wrong? I made a mistake? Who fought so hard to marry me in the first place? Huh?"

Ning An was silent, her palms pressed against the cold, hard tree trunk.

It was as if there were ripples spreading out in circles at the center of my heart.

"Song Shaoyan, let's get a divorce."

In the wind, these words floated lightly, like ghosts.

All around, there was only the sound of wind and the shaking of bamboo leaves.

This was the first time that Ning An took the initiative to mention the word "divorce".

Not even Song Shaoyan mentioned these two words.

On the other side, there was sudden silence.

There was no sound at all.

After a long while, Song Shaoyan slowly spoke: "What kind of trick do you want to play again? Huh? I'm sure I haven't got the group in Grandpa's hands yet, so I have nothing to fear? Ning'an, I can't tell that he is so scheming."

"whatever you think."
Chapter completed!