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"Let it go." Ning An glanced at him, his gaze falling on his big generous hand.

His hand was still gripping her arm.

He was right, she wouldn't tell her grandfather about these chickens and dogs.

He had a temper at her.

"Have lunch together?" Song Shaoyan looked at her, "Today, grandpa called us over and asked me to pick you up." ”

Ning An's brows furrowed: "I'm not hungry." ”

"If you're not hungry, you can come with me."

"Don't worry, I will." Ning An said lightly, "Regarding the Song family, has Grandpa been relieved?" ”

"A few years ago, he gave me the Financial Street project in the eastern suburbs, and he will not let go until the project is completed."

"The Financial Street project? The project was very difficult, time-consuming and labor-intensive, and there were many people in the capital who tried this project, but all of them ended in failure. Song Shaoyan, can you finish it? Ning An scoffed.

"Ning'an!" Song Shaoyan grabbed her arm, she was on fire, and her eyes wanted to kill her.

"I'm just telling the truth." Ning An's expression was indifferent.

More so, indifference.

If this project can be successful, then his status in the financial industry will be extraordinary.

When the time comes, he will become the object of everyone's attention.

After all, none of the financial industry experts who are older and more experienced than him have been able to do this project well.

If he did, wouldn't it be different?

If it doesn't work out, it's nothing, because no one can do it yet.

"I wish you success." Ning An said lightly, "Do this project well, and after success, you will have everything." ”

Power, status, money, beauty.

Although he doesn't lack anything now, at least he will be suppressed by his grandfather.

If he becomes famous in one fell swoop, he will no longer be the current Song Shaoyan.

It's a pity that she won't see it whether she succeeds or not.

"Let it go, go to grandpa's house, you drive in front, I'll follow. It won't be seen. Ning An relieved his tone, his voice a little tired and dull.

There wasn't much expression on her face, peaceful, quiet, and there wasn't much sparkle in her eyes.

Except for the rare stimulation just now, she is still a calm, quiet little woman in essence.

It is like a tranquil water lily, quietly blooming and quietly closing.

It's so beautiful that it's low-key and unassuming, and if you don't get closer, you won't even be able to find her beauty.

Only when she meets Song Shaoyan will she turn from a water lily to a thorny rose.

Covered in thorns, he was on guard everywhere.

Song Shaoyan glanced at her, and his hand gradually loosened.

Ning An turned his head and left, opened the door of the driver's seat, and got in, without looking at Song Shaoyan.

It seems that he did not yet know about her resignation.

If I knew, I don't know what I would be proud of.

Since he got married, he has suppressed her everywhere, eager to get back the humiliation he suffered when he went to college.

Oh, didn't you win a few of his debate tournaments, didn't you rob him of a few scholarships, didn't you let him win a few second places.

But Song Gongzi is much stingier than she imagined, and he holds grudges like a villain.

She had nothing to say.

Ning An started the car and drove out of the parking lot.

Song Shaoyan followed closely and also drove out.

The two cars drove one in front of the other.

Song Shaoyan didn't fight with her this time, and kept driving behind her.

The winter sun shines softly on the glass windows, and the refracted multicolored light falls on the body.

Light and shadow flow, and time is safe.