Ning An tied up her hair with a hair tie.

Song Shaoyan stood aside and looked at her silently, suddenly feeling a trance in his heart.

"Although it's raining today, it's not cold. I'll take you to play billiards. If you don't want to play, you can just watch." Song Shaoyan said.

"I'm not familiar with your friend."

“You’ll get used to it just by playing with it.”

"Sorry, I'm really not interested."

Ning An replied coldly that she didn't want to talk to him anymore, so she went straight into the bathroom and closed the door.

She still vividly remembers everything he did to her last night. She is not that forgetful, and even went out with him happily after being raped by him.

Her eyes were cold and her expression was unusually indifferent.

She turned on the faucet and washed her face in the bathroom.

The rain hasn't stopped yet, it's pouring down.

This weekend, she asked Ye Jiaqi to go out for lunch. It was impossible to go out with Song Shaoyan.

Unless she had no choice, she would never go out with Song Shaoyan again.

At least this way, you won't be too embarrassed when you get divorced in the future.

She didn't bother to care who he wanted to spend time with.

Song Shaoyan was rejected and felt uncomfortable, but he didn't know what to say.

He frowned and stood back to the window, folding his arms and silently looking at the big bed in the bedroom.

Her fragrance still lingers in the air.

After a while, Ning An came out. When she saw that Song Shaoyan was still there, she frowned.

She glanced at him, not intending to talk to him, and sat down in front of the dressing mirror and started putting on makeup.

"Are you going out?" Song Shaoyan asked coldly.

"Um."

"Who to meet?"

"What does it have to do with you? I never ask you, and you don't ask me either."

"It's not okay for me to ask? Is our marriage certificate fake?!" Song Shaoyan's anger was successfully aroused by Ning An again.

"You know why we got married." In the past, she refused to admit it and was unwilling to face the reality. Now, she feels calm, "So, why bother asking about my personal life."

She didn't want to say too many words.

He should know it himself.

Ning An put on light makeup and bean paste-colored lipstick.

Very everyday makeup, elegant and beautiful.

She casually tied up her long hair and clipped a pearl hairpin.

She was too lazy to change her skirt and paired it with a pair of off-white high heels.

Maybe it was because she wore too much professional attire on weekdays, and Song Shaoyan suddenly couldn't adapt to the woman in front of him.

It was summer when they got married, and he hadn't taken a close look at her in spring clothes.

Seeing him today made him slightly startled.

There is a hint of charm in the maturity, and there is a bit of charm in the calmness.

His brows furrowed deeper: "You are dressed so beautifully, are you going to meet a man?"

Ning An, who was carrying his bag, paused for a moment, then a sarcastic sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Mr. Song, are you a straight man with terminal cancer that is hopeless?"

"What do you mean?" Song Shaoyan didn't understand.

"It doesn't mean anything. I'm praising you." Ning An smiled at him.

Song Shaoyan was unhappy. These words didn't sound like compliments to him. How could she possibly praise him?

Ning An didn't say another word to him, put on his bag and walked out.

When Song Shaoyan was about to speak again, she had already walked away.

Ning An went to the garage to pick up the car and called Ye Jiaqi.

"Good day, want to eat hot pot?"

"Okay, how about going to Ruyi Hotpot on the third floor in the city center? I heard it tastes very good, and I will give you a doll as a gift if I go today."

"A little doll? I like it." Ning An smiled.

"Well! Let's go there then!"

"I'll pick you up, on the way."
Chapter completed!