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There were no paint trays under the drawing board. Instead, there were several gray pencils on the table. An Ning had one in her hand.

On the paper was a portrait drawn with pencil. The face was not clear, as if it was not finished yet. An Ning's brush strokes were very light. One could tell that her master hadn't put all of his concentration into drawing, so her brush strokes were extremely light.

Jiang Jia didn't say anything. She just stared at the unformed drawing, her face showing nothing strange.

An Ning turned around and continued to pick up her pencil. Jiang watched coldly as she gently waved her hand on the drawing paper, causing a mark to appear on it.

When she was drawing, there was some kind of reserved brilliance on her body. She was like a pearl hidden deep in the sea. After hiding for a long time, she suddenly broke through the surface of the sea and emitted a bright and gentle light. If someone was beside her, their mind would be attracted by her current temperament.

At this time, Jiang Xianxin was also slightly drowsy. He looked at An Ning, who was also looking at her painting. There were only a few steps between the two of them, but no one spoke, as if an invisible gap existed between them.

He forgot what he had wanted to say. In the midst of the rustling of the brush, An Ning turned a blind eye to him, causing him to feel slightly restless. Suddenly, Jiang Jia asked her in a deep voice: "Do you know that tomorrow is Na Jing's birthday?"

An Ning was slightly startled. She thought that a well-trained person like Jiang Jia Han wouldn't casually interrupt other people's business. Perhaps very soon, he would feel bored and leave. She didn't expect that after such a long time, he would still be here.

The Birthday of the Scene... Little Jiang Jun is soon to be seven years old brother's birthday. Will tomorrow be Jiangjingjing's eighteen-year-old coming of age ceremony?

Jiang Jun Jing was from the Jiang family. She had met the person closest to her, so she really should prepare some gifts for him.

"I understand. Tomorrow, I will go back to the Jiang manor with you." An Ning replied lightly without turning her head back.

Jiang Jia's cold eyes were clear and cold. An Ning didn't know that the man was staring at her back with a serious expression.

"Why did you get off work earlier today?"

"The company allows employees to get off work as long as they have completed the day's work. I did not violate the rules. " An Ning's eyelashes trembled slightly.

The firm line of the man's jaw was taut. She clearly knew that he was not asking for any rules, and did not mention the reason at all. Anger welled up in his chest as he asked coldly, "Have you seen anyone today?"

"..." "Yes."

The light in Jiang Jia's cold eyes lit up slightly. Before he could say anything else, An Ning raised her head and looked at the drawing. "But it has nothing to do with me."

Like a fire thrown into a dry well, trying to radiate heat, but suddenly dead.

The man's lips curved into a cold smile as he turned around and walked away.

Jiang Jia left in cold weather...

A faint mist rose in An Ning's eyes.

She rarely came here, and knowing that Jiang Jia was coming, she decided to avoid him for the time being.

Holding the brush, he tried to vent the bitterness in his heart. She did not know why, but when she thought of that strange letter, she changed the topic and slowly sketched out a woman's face.

Jiang Jia seemed to want to ask this question, but she was not in the mood to question the woman about her relationship with him. She was afraid that he would give her a cold "None of your business," so she cut off the sentence first. At least she didn't have to worry about his sarcastic sarcasm.

Outside, Jiang Jia did not leave.

His body emitted an indifferent aura, but his eyes flashed with visible anger.

A woman who knows that her husband is close to other women but doesn't care about them. Does this indifference mean that she has never considered herself his wife in her heart?

After a long while, An Ning bitterly put away the drawing paper.

When he returned to the bedroom, the quilt on the bed was very flat, and the cold wasn't in the room.

He must have gone to the study …

An Ning touched the cold blanket and closed her eyes.

When An Ning woke up around six in the morning, she didn't go downstairs to eat. Instead, she found some simple dishes to eat on the bedside table. After putting on her light makeup and carefully putting away the birthday present she had given Jiang Lianjing, she went downstairs with light steps.

When An-Ning came down, Jiang Jia was sitting on the beige sofa on the first floor with his head down. He looked up at the sound of her voice.

Her skin was white, exposing her fair arms. There was a thin silver diamond necklace around her slender neck, and she was wearing a sky-blue sleeveless dress. On her feet were milky-white thin heels, as she slowly walked towards him.

He had almost never stayed in the villa to eat breakfast before, so he naturally couldn't see the difference between her and her usual black and white dress.

He was about to speak when his eyes fell on the bag in her hand, which contained the empty bread bag and the carton of milk, and his thin lips immediately tightened.

There was surprise in An Ning's eyes. She didn't know why the man's calm expression suddenly turned cold and uncertain!

After she approached him, Jiang Jia coldly said, "Let's go." He got up and walked outside quickly.

An Ning followed him. Before she left, she glanced at the Soup Dumplings and Rice Porridge on the table in front of the sofa and thought to herself doubtfully,

Had he prepared her part?

In the car, An Ning sat next to Jiang Jian. The man beside her let out a breath of cold air, and she simply stopped talking.

They arrived at the Jiang manor without a word.

When An Ning was led in by Jiang Jia Han, the man's face was already cold.

The protagonist of the day was Jiang Junjing, whose clear voice carried a smile as soon as he entered the door: "Brother, sister-in-law, I've been waiting for your presents for a long time."

Jiang Jia's appearance was also obviously outstanding. Compared to the handsome and mature Jiang Jia Han, who had a similar outline, he was obviously a delicate and beautiful young man.

"Of course I'll prepare it for you." With that, Jiang Jia Han took out the birthday present he prepared beforehand and handed it to Jiang Jia Jing, "Happy Birthday!"

Suddenly thinking of something, the corner of Jiang Jian's mouth curled up, and he looked at An Ning who was standing beside him with a calm expression, "Your sister-in-law is also prepared."

He knew she hadn't had time to prepare anything, but the gloom had unwittingly made him want to take a little revenge on her.

He just looked at her like that, as if feeling his gaze. An Ning raised her head to look at him, but her expression was still very natural.

He didn't see the look of panic in her eyes, he just felt bored and quietly looked away.

He wanted to see how she would end up!

"Sister-in-law, what gift did you prepare for me?" Jiang Jian had long since suppressed his curiosity and went over to An Ning's side. He used all his strength to look at her handbag.

She slowly reached into her bag and pulled out something.

Immediately, Jiang Jia Han and Jiang Jun's eyes lit up.