Play coquettish with Joe

The 4018nd chapter agency counts (13)

There was no sound in the private room for a while, a group of well-trained bodyguards held their breath, and Jiang Ci didn't speak again.

In fact, Jiang Ci was a little confused about Song Shaoyan's feelings for Ning An. When Ning An had a car accident, Song Shaoyan didn't treat Ning An very well.

Maybe it's not too difficult to understand, Ning An is married to Song Shaoyan's younger brother, who is also his brother-in-law, and has a daughter named "Little Candy".

Jiang Ci had no intention of getting involved in the Song family's affairs.

He stretched out his hand to Song Shaoyan: "Give me a cigarette."

Song Shaoyan took a sip and said lightly, "Don't you not smoke?"

"It's just a small amount."

Song Shaoyan handed him a cigarette.

Jiang Ci borrowed a fire from him again, and then leaned against the wall to smoke.

The private room was filled with smoke, and the bluish-white smoke curled up in circles, covering the small room.

Song Shaoyan rubbed the center of his brows, stopped smoking after two cigarettes, and went out with the wheelchair.

"Where are you going?" Jiang Ci looked at his straight back and asked.

Song Shaoyan didn't speak.

"Be careful yourself!" Jiang Ci urged loudly.

As soon as he finished speaking, Song Shaoyan had already left.

He knew that his temper was hopeless.

Song Shaoyan asked the driver to take him back to the Song residence.

No one lived in the Song house, but it had been renovated, and it looked brand new everywhere, without weeds. There were many pots of autumn chrysanthemums of different colors in the garden, with fragrant petals and swaying branches.

Song Shaoyan didn't go in, but stopped in the garden.

The huge garden was the same as before. When Song Shaoyan's wheelchair stopped around the fence, he stared at the center of the garden, as if he saw a thin and slender figure tending the flowers and plants in the garden.

In spring, she likes to wear dresses, and she prefers to take care of her flowers and plants herself. She once told housekeeper Zhou that she would expand the garden a little next spring so that she could grow more flowers.

She doesn't quarrel or quarrel in the Song family, and has always been kind. The servants of the Song family like her very much from top to bottom, maybe... except him.

Song Shaoyan sneered, and the cold mask emitted a cool light in the fusion of moonlight and light.

When she is not working and at home, she doesn't like to put on makeup very much, and walks around in her women's slippers without a face, because she knows that he will not go home either.

In fact, she is quite beautiful no matter whether she wears makeup or not, especially when she was in college, she was not as mature as she is now, with a youthful and childish look on her body, and she would blush when arguing with others.

Song Shaoyan looked at the center of the garden.

When I settled down again, I found that there was no one.

A gust of evening wind blows, and the fragrance of flowers is scattered and elegant.

There is an osmanthus tree in the east of the garden. It was still a small tree when he left, but now its branches are very thick.

This season, sweet-scented osmanthus has a strong fragrance, and the quiet moonlight shines on the light yellow flowers, the faint fragrance floats, and the lights fade away.

A layer of osmanthus seeds fell on the ground, and no one cleaned it. When the wind blew, the black soil was full of osmanthus flowers.

The Song house is still the Song house.

The old man is no longer the same person.

Song Shaoyan was like a sculpture, sitting motionless in a wheelchair, his eyes were light, and he didn't know what he was looking at.

No one will bother him, and no one will gently call his name again.

Under the moonlight, his thoughts turned to more than ten years ago.

At a proud and vigorous age, he can't tolerate anyone or anything inconspicuous.

The eldest son Song grew up like a star, plus he was talented and well-off, so he was the proud son of heaven since he was a child.

(End of this chapter)