Ye Jiaqi's work is not too busy and he usually does not need to work overtime.

She would read in the study room of Josnian's villa at night and do the exercises given to her by Professor Mu.

Only she and Professor Mu knew about the University of Chicago, and she hadn't told anyone yet.

That night, she called Ning An.

"An'an, are you feeling better? Have you been discharged from the hospital?"

"I have been discharged from the hospital. I haven't gone to work recently and am resting at home." Ning An sounded very tired.

"Should I visit you tomorrow night?"

"It's a good time, no need. The Song family is so crazy, you better not come."

"What's wrong? Song Shaoyan... quarreled with you again?"

Ning An smiled bitterly: "Maybe because I'm still a patient, I didn't quarrel with me."

"An'an, don't wrong yourself."

Ye Jiaqi felt a sense of sourness in her heart. She didn't know how to comfort Ning An, because she wasn't good at dealing with these things either.

She just felt a little sad for Ning'an.

"I know, Jia Qi, you should also take care of yourself."

Ning An kept talking to Ye Jiaqi for a long time.

Ye Jiaqi is very simple and she likes girls like this.

She just thought that Ye Jiaqi must not follow her old path in the future, and must marry love instead of forcing herself.

After hanging up the phone, she looked up and saw Song Shaoyan walking in.

Ning An lowered his head and poured himself a glass of boiled water.

Song Shaoyan had just returned from the company. He was handsome, with deep eyebrows and a suit he had just taken off hanging on his arm.

"Back." Ning An said calmly.

"Um."

Song Shaoyan glanced at her, hung the suit on the hanger, and untied the taupe tie around his neck.

Ning'an was still very tired. Although his fever had gone away, he had toiled himself a bit this time, feeling weak and unable to lift himself up.

She was wearing pajamas and took the medicine with hot water.

"I'm still not feeling well tonight, let's sleep in separate beds." Ning An looked at him.

Her eyes were pleading and dim, looking tired and weak.

"I'm not such a beast." Song Shaoyan said calmly, with a rather dissatisfied tone, "You don't have to sleep in a separate bed with me."

Ning An put down the water glass and stood up, his face expressionless, as indifferent as frost.

"You don't have to feel sorry for yourself. Grandpa is on vacation these days. He won't care whether you come back or not." Ning An walked to the window and closed the curtains.

Song Shaoyan stopped unbuttoning his hands and turned his head, his cold and cold eyes falling on her expressionless face.

"This is my home, shouldn't I come back?"

"I'm just thinking about you. After all, it will take many days for my body to recover, so I won't be able to satisfy you."

"Ning'an, how do you look like a wife? Huh?" Song Shaoyan looked at her coldly.

The elegance and gentleness in him were gone, replaced by indifference and anger.

"Ha." Ning An laughed softly, feeling like he had just heard a joke, "Are you ready to be a husband?"

"I don't want to quarrel with you." Song Shaoyan frowned and rubbed his temples.

It was nine o'clock when he came back from the company tiredly. She didn't ask a word of concern, but instead quarreled with him in a very ignorant manner.

"Yeah." Ning An didn't want to argue with him, "I'm sleepy, I'll go to sleep first, you can do it yourself."

After saying that, she walked to the bed in her slippers and got on the bed like no one else was there.
Chapter completed!