Ye Jiaqi's work is not busy, and he usually does not need to work overtime. 【Latest chapter reading. 】

In the evenings, she would read in the study of Josnian's villa and do the exercises that Professor Mu gave her.

The affairs of the University of Chicago are known only to her and Professor Mu, and she has not dealt with anyone yet.

That night, she made a phone call to Ning An.

"An An, are you feeling better? Have you been discharged from the hospital? ”

"I've been discharged from the hospital, I haven't been to work lately, and I'm resting at home." Ning An's tone sounded tired.

"I'm going to see you tomorrow night?"

"Good period, no need, the Song family chickens and dogs are jumping, you still don't come."

"What's wrong? Song Shaoyan ...... Quarreled with you again? ”

Ning An smiled bitterly: "Maybe for the sake of me as a patient, he didn't quarrel with me." ”

"An An, don't wronged yourself."

Ye Jiaqi felt a sour feeling in her heart, and she didn't know how to comfort Ning An, because she was not good at dealing with these things.

She was just a little sorry for Ning An.

"I know, good time, you take care of yourself."

Ning An chattered with Ye Jia for a long time.

Ye Jiaqi is very simple, she likes such girls.

She only thought that Ye Jia must not follow her old path in the future, and must marry love, instead of forcing herself.

Hanging up the phone, as soon as she looked up, she saw Song Shaoyan walking in.

Ning An lowered his head and poured himself a glass of boiled water.

Song Shaoyan had just returned from the company, with a handsome figure, deep eyebrows, and a suit that had just been taken off hanging from the crook of his arm.

"I'm back." Ning An said lightly.

"Hmm."

Song Shaoyan glanced at her, hung the suit on the hanger, and untied the gray-brown tie around her neck.

Ning An was still very tired, although the fever had subsided, but this time he could be regarded as tossing himself, he was weak and couldn't lift his strength.

She was wearing pajamas and took medicine with hot water.

"I'm still not feeling well tonight, let's sleep in separate beds." Ning An looked at him.

Her eyes were pleading and dull with a dull glow, and she looked tired and weak.

"I'm not that beastly." Song Shaoyan spoke lightly, his tone was quite dissatisfied, "You don't have to sleep in a separate bed with me." ”

Ning An put down the water glass and stood up, without much expression on his face, as indifferent as frost.

"You don't have to grieve yourself, grandpa is on vacation these days, he won't care if you're back." Ning An walked to the window and closed the curtains.

Song Shaoyan unbuttoned his hand for a moment, turned his head, and Sen's cold and cold gaze fell on her expressionless face.

"This is my house, shouldn't I come back?"

"I'm just thinking about you, after all, my body, I'm afraid it will take many days to recover, and I can't satisfy you."

"Ning An, where do you look like a wife? Well? Song Shaoyan looked at her coldly.

Gone is the elegance and gentleness in him, replaced by indifference and anger.

"Huh." Ning An chuckled, and really felt like he had heard a joke, "You have the appearance of a husband?" ”

"I don't want to quarrel with you." Song Shaoyan frowned and rubbed his temples.

It was nine o'clock, when he came back from the company tiredly, she didn't ask a word of concern, but quarreled with him very ignorantly.

"Hmm." Ning An didn't want to quarrel with him, "I'm sleepy, I'll sleep first, you can take care of yourself." ”

When she was done, she put on her slippers and walked to the bed, and no one else got into bed.

Song Shaoyan looked at her, and a wave surged in his heart.