Play coquettish with Joe

Chapter 4063 The best age for a man (2)

At that moment when time merged, under the white mist, Song Shaoyan was stunned.

His eyes fell on her face, but his thoughts drifted to the masquerade party in his freshman year. At that time, she also wore a mask, a little fox mask, which was much prettier than his mask.

The blending of scenes made Song Shaoyan in a daze.

A slight cold wind blew on his face and into his heart.

A big dream, it has been ten years.

Ning An lost interest after playing for a while, and Song Shaoyan's body temperature seemed to be still on the mask. Thinking of this, she returned the mask to him.

"I don't know why you are hypocritical. A face is nothing, but you have to wear a mask hypocritically."

"What do you know?" Song Shaoyan was annoyed.

"How can I not understand? You just feel that a few scars have affected your prosperous beauty, Song Shaoyan, do you really think that you are still that handsome young man? You are already in your 30s, and you are already old. And Let me tell you, you will be older in the future, not only scars, but also wrinkles and spots..."

"Ning An, can you shut up?!"

Ning An knew it would anger him.

This person cared too much about his appearance, he was so hypocritical that a small scar was nothing to others, Song Shaoyan could make a fuss out of a molehill.

There's no way, he's just so proud that he can't tolerate anything bad about himself.

If there is something bad, you will not face it squarely and face it, but just avoid it.

This is his personality, which hasn't changed in five years, and probably won't change again in the future.

As the saying goes, the country is easy to change, and the nature is hard to change. The arrogance, self-willedness, arrogance, and hypocrisy in his bones cannot be restrained within a year or so.

Ning An sneered: "Look, you can't even face birth, old age, sickness and death, and you can't understand it. Do you still want to convert to Buddhism?"

"Ning'an!" Song Shaoyan trembled with anger.

"Fomen is pure, I shouldn't argue with you, so can you ask your driver to come, I can't get a taxi here." Ning An compromised.

Song Shaoyan didn't wear a mask anymore, the corners of his lips curled up in a playful arc, and he looked at her face flushed with cold: "Since you need others, you shouldn't talk so much nonsense, understand?" ?”

After speaking, Song Shaoyan picked up his mobile phone and called the driver.

He wasn't going back today.

Unexpectedly, the plan changed completely.

"What do I beg you? There's no need." Ning An said, "Go straight along this road and there is a bus stop, I can go there and take a bus."

"Really? Okay." Song Shaoyan was in a good mood instantly.

He is much more familiar with this place than she is. If he calculates correctly, it will take at least five or ten minutes to walk to that bus stop.

Song Shaoyan casually played with the mask in his hand, lowered his head, the corners of his lips curled up.

Ning An kicked the pebbles beside his feet, feeling bored.

Thinking of what Jiang Shu told her, she simply asked Song Shaoyan: "I have read the records of Song Lin and Gu Huiyin. Grandpa Song would be happy if Quanxia knew about it. The Song Group and the Song family's property belong to you The hand deserves its name, you don't want to disappoint Grandpa Song, because he kept thinking about you when he was seriously ill."

"You came here today, did Jiang Shu contact you?" He raised his head and looked at her with bright eyes.

"Yes, your friend."

Song Shaoyan guessed that Jiang Shu and Jiang Ci were not at all worried about turning their elbows outward.

(End of this chapter)