Song Shaoyan pinched her chin, his cold eyes fell on her face, and he didn't speak for a long time.

Ning An also raised his head and met his cold gaze.

When their eyes met, she looked more or less embarrassed.

But this man is different, he is still charming, calm and calm.

She knew that they would be like this after the divorce...

She took her luggage and abandoned her job, abandoned everything, and quietly left the capital; and he was still the aloof Song Gongzi, surrounded by beautiful girls and women, not lacking in money or women.

This marriage has hurt her, a wound that may never heal in her lifetime.

But to him, it's just a dispensable game.

With his looks and qualifications, he would be able to find a woman a hundred or a thousand times better than her Ning'an in less than a day.

She knew that he liked girls who were gentle and affectionate. She would make him happy when she was happy, and act coquettishly with him when he was unhappy.

Men all fall into this trap.

When she was in college, even though she was from the same school but from a different department, no matter what competition or activity she participated in, she would always compete with him for first place.

However, he really couldn't compete with her and was very embarrassed.

This embarrassment later turned into disgust.

He even told his friends in private that she was ugly, had vulgar tastes, was unfeminine, and could do nothing but study.

Unfortunately, she only found out about these things later.

If she had known earlier, that he had a girlfriend, and that he had hated her for a long time, she would not have told her grandfather that she liked him.

Girls, no matter how low they are, they are not humble.

Unfortunately, there is no if.

During this marriage, she was as low as the dust. Song Shaoyan's indifference also polished her into a different look. She was about to lose all enthusiasm for life.

She was obviously not like this before.

She likes the old An An, who is cheerful, optimistic and unyielding.

For her, marriage is really a cold tomb.

"Ning'an, if I sign, where will you find a husband like me, huh? Don't you think it's a pity? So, don't play hard-to-get with me, I know you don't want a divorce." Song Shaoyan said calmly.

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Ning An's eyes widened and he looked at the shameless man in front of him.

How did he say such a thing?

"Song Shaoyan, do you still want to lose face? Do you think that no one will want me anymore if I leave you? Who will play hard-to-get with you? Would you like to save face?!"

"Ning'an, where are you going to find a richer backstage than the Song family, and where are you going to find a better man than me, huh?" Song Shaoyan sneered.

"Song Shaoyan, are you going to say in your next sentence that a divorced woman is worthless? If I don't have a man, I won't be able to hold my head high for the rest of my life, right?"

Song Shaoyan sneered and said nothing.

"Song Shaoyan, why are you so shameless? Get out." Ning An really didn't want to argue with him.

From home to work, he was shameless and she was even more shameless.

Ning An wanted to break free from his hand, but she couldn't do it because of the huge disparity in strength between men and women.

Ning An's eyes had already condensed with a thin layer of frost, indifferent and cold, and even the surrounding air suddenly dropped in temperature.

"Song Shaoyan, aren't you afraid that I will make things worse and cause trouble to grandpa?" She looked at him mercilessly.

"You don't dare." Song Shaoyan smiled confidently.

He knew her very well.

It's just that it's not that she doesn't dare, it's that it's impossible for her to be such a talkative woman and let her grandfather worry about her.
Chapter completed!