There was no sound in the private room for a while, and a group of well-trained bodyguards held their breath and focused, and Jiang Ci did not 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 was not very good to Ning An.

Maybe it’s not difficult to understand. Ning An married Song Shaoyan’s younger brother, his younger brother-in-law, and a daughter named “Little Candy”.

Jiang Ci was unintentionally involved in the affairs of the Song family.

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

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

"Just pumping less."

Song Shaoyan handed him a cigarette.

Jiang Ci borrowed the fire from him again, and then leaned against the wall and started smoking a cigarette.

The private room was filled with smoke, and the blue-white smoke curled upwards, covering this small house.

Song Shaoyan rubbed his eyebrows, then stopped whipping after whipping two, and helped out in the wheelchair.

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

Song Shaoyan didn't say anything.

"Be careful!" Jiang Ci shouted.

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

He knew that his temper was beyond help.

Song Shaoyan asked the driver to send him back to Song's house.

There is no one living in the Song house, but it has been renovated and is completely renovated everywhere. There are no weeds. There are many pots of autumn chrysanthemums of different colors in the garden, with the fragrance of petals and the branches swaying.

Song Shaoyan didn't go in and just stopped in the garden.

The huge garden is 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 playing with flowers and plants in the garden.

In spring, she likes to wear dresses and prefers to serve her flowers and plants herself. She once told Mr. Zhou that she would expand the garden a little more in the spring next year so that she could have a lot of flowers.

She was not arguing in the Song family and had always been kind. The servants of the Song family liked her very much from top to bottom, maybe... but except him.

Song Shaoyan laughed awkwardly, and the cold mask emitted a cold light in the fusion of moonlight and light.

She doesn't like to put on makeup when she doesn't work and is facing the sky. She walks around wearing her women's slippers because she knows that he won't go home either.

In fact, she is pretty whether she wears makeup or not, especially when she was in college, she was not as mature as she is now. She has a young childish spirit and will blush when she argues with others.

Song Shaoyan looked at the center of the garden.

When I calmed down, I found that there was no figure.

A gust of evening breeze blew, and the fragrance of flowers scattered and flowed.

There is an osmanthus tree to the east of the garden. When he left, he was still a small tree, but now the branches are very thick.

This season, the fragrance of osmanthus is rich, and the quiet moonlight shines on the light yellow flowers, the faint fragrance floats, and the lights are dim.

A layer of osmanthus fell on the ground, but no one cleaned it. When the wind blew, the black soil was covered with osmanthus.

Song’s house is still this Song’s house.

The old friend is no longer the person he used to be.

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

No one came to disturb him, and no one would call his name softly.

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

At the age of pride, he can't stand anyone in his eyes, nor look down on anything that is invisible.

The eldest son of Song grew up like stars and moonlight. In addition, he is talented and wealthy, and has been a pride of heaven since childhood.
Chapter completed!