Play coquettish with Joe

Chapter 4062 The best age for a man (1)

The distance between the two was not too far, and Song Shaoyan didn't shy away from it, staring straight at Ning An with angry eyes.

Ning An walks leisurely, wearing a red coat like the maple leaves in late autumn, eye-catching and eye-catching, standing on the side of the road is an elegant landscape.

There was no one in the open space by the roadside, and even the monks who swept the floor had gone back, leaving only Song Shaoyan and Ning An.

His hands were resting on the wheelchair, and his veins were bulging, showing the anger in his heart at this moment.

Ning An didn't care, and she didn't do anything wrong.

The two looked at each other, neither of them spoke first.

For a long time, Ning An felt that standing like this was not a problem, as it was quite cold outside.

But this place is deserted, there is no way to go out, she is thinking whether to call Jiang Shu, the only people she knows in Hwaseong are Jiang Shu and Jiang Ci.

Of course, the one in front of me is also one of them.

Ning An tried to talk to him: "Did you drive here?"

"How do I drive like this?"

"..." Ning Anmo, "Then how do you go back?"

"leave me alone."

Ning An: "..."

She didn't go, she lowered her head, raised her toes, put her white boots together, separated them, and put them together again. She enjoyed it childishly, but she really didn't think of a good way.

After a while, she realized that two burning eyes were still staring at her face, she raised her head slightly, glanced at him, and met his eyes again.

"Song Shaoyan, if you are really prepared to convert to Buddhism, you will not have fluctuating emotions and desires. You have a temper and love to get angry, which only shows that you are not ready. You don't have to blame me, I just think that you One should not be disrespectful to the Buddha."

"Ning An, can you stop hanging around in front of me? Wouldn't it be good to go back to your New York?" Song Shaoyan became angry.

He had already made an appointment with the abbot today, everything was ready, he didn't expect to be disturbed by Ning An.

Not only was it disturbing, but the atmosphere was also destroyed.

"Song Shaoyan, aren't you tired wearing a mask?" Ning An suddenly leaned over to him, bent down to look into his eyes, "You can't even let go of your own appearance, what are you talking about letting go of everything, all four things are empty, you Being an abbot is stupid, don’t you understand? The Buddha will not accept a disciple like you because you are not sincere.”

"Ning An, you are enough!"

Song Shaoyan hadn't quarreled with her for a long time, and most of the time he was not her opponent.

She always likes to pinch his sore spots, just like now.

Just when Song Shaoyan was very angry, Ning An raised his hand, took off his mask, and took three steps back.

"Ning'an!" Song Shaoyan was completely enraged, "You think I won't do anything to you, do you?! You return the mask to me, and I'll settle the rest with you slowly!"

In the white mist and the bitter cold wind, Song Shaoyan's mature and handsome face was full of anger. A pair of red eyes stared straight at Ning An, and the contours of his face became deeper and deeper.

There are two scars that are not deep and not shallow on his forehead, which are not heavy and can be covered by broken hair.

Ning An refused, she suddenly smiled, and she didn't know where the excitement came from, and put his mask on herself in front of Song Shaoyan.

The mask was too big, she could only hold it with her hands.

"What kind of baby do I think, such a dull thing, you don't think it's too bulky to wear." She blinked her eyes and looked at the outside world through the eyes of the mask.

At that moment, the breeze blew up a white mist and floated in front of her, the broken hair around her ears was lifted by the wind, and her eyelashes trembled slightly.

(End of this chapter)