The charming Samoyed bravely plays the vicious female supporting role!

Song Linxiao was scolded by Song Jinmian so badly that he couldn't even raise his head.

He had indeed been overly impulsive that night.

An elderly elder stood in front of him, with scrapped motorcycle parts beside him and sarcastic voices in his ears.

"This body of yours is the only one of some use to you right now, and yet you're still riding around on this pile of junk?"

"How old are you and still doing something like this?"

"Sure enough, just like your mother, she is not presentable."

The string called "reason" in his head was completely broken. Song Linxiao punched him in the face, breaking all the old man's few teeth.

By the time he reacted, Song Jinmian had already appeared and blocked his way.

It also blocked the hostile gazes of a group of people.

"I'll arrange what you want to do next. You don't have to worry about these things."

Song Linxiao was undoubtedly grateful to Song Jinmian.

After all, Song Jinmian has always been standing in front of him, so he can do what he wants.

But now, when dealing with Jiang Huanhuan's affairs, Song Linxiao had another horrifying guess in his mind.

Although his brother was already good at helping him clean up the mess, he was still taking care of every detail and even protecting Jiang Huanhuan.

——Then was he the one who spoke to Huanhuan tonight?

Song Linxiao pursed his lips and suddenly felt his throat was extremely dry.

He couldn't tell what his mood was at the moment.

"Brother, you are right..."

He had only uttered half of his words when he stopped abruptly.

Song Linxiao himself didn't know how to ask, but Song Jinmian understood the meaning.

"Ah Xiao, don't think too much. I have no plans to fall in love or marry anyone."

Song Jinmian was silent for a long time, then spoke again.

"You know my current situation, right?"

It was a drag on his partner.

The sharp pain came again, and he couldn't help but put his hand on his leg, which shouldn't have any feeling.

In addition to the intense and unrelieved pain, Song Jinmian also felt the smell of blood spreading in his mouth.

It was a sleepless night, but Jiang Huanhuan was the only one who slept soundly.

If it weren't for the beeping of her low-battery phone, she would definitely be late.

Jiang Huanhuan opened her sleepy eyes, and it took her a while to realize that she was still a puppy who needed to go to work.

I glanced at my phone and saw that the alarm had already gone off several times.

Ahhhhh!

work!

Jiang Huanhuan sat up and hurriedly began to wash and change clothes.

When she sat in the car, she breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed.

It was a close call. I almost lost the perfect attendance award this month.

Although it’s not much, Jiang Huanhuan is very obsessed with it.

It was only after she relaxed that Jiang Huanhuan realized the message on her phone.

Song Linxiao sent a lot of messages.

However, Jiang Huanhuan couldn't see any of it.

Because the other party sent it out and then withdrew it.

It was not until six o'clock in the morning that Song Linxiao finished his self-imposed output.

Jiang Huanhuan: [? ]

Jiang Huanhuan: [Did you drink last night?]

As expected, Song Linxiao did not reply.

Jiang Huanhuan's curiosity was aroused.

After searching through her friends circle and chat history without any results, she couldn't help but took a screenshot and sent it to Song Jinmian.

Jiang Huanhuan: [What's wrong? What's wrong?]

Song Jinmian: [You must be drunk.]

Song Jinmian: [He likes to do this kind of thing when he's drunk, and he also likes to tell ghost stories to people.]

Jiang Huanhuan became quiet for a second, and all her curiosity disappeared.

Jiang Huanhuan: [If he sends me ghost stories and doesn't retract them, I'll block him!]

Jiang Huanhuan: [Puppy Iron Fist.jpg]

Song Jinmian: [pat head.jpg]

In the afternoon, Wen Yunxuan came to the company again and stood in front of Jiang Huanhuan.

He said gently, "Hanhan, are you free this afternoon?"

It is necessary to be free.

There is no time when you are not available in front of Party A.

What's more, Jiang Huanhuan also likes to go out and play, so Xiao Gou chose to go field work without saying a word.

It wasn't until she sat in the passenger seat and fastened her seat belt that Jiang Huanhuan finally reacted.

Jiang Huanhuan tilted her head and asked, "Where are we going?"

Wen Yunxuan paused what he was doing, turned around and looked at Jiang Huanhuan's puzzled yet clear eyes, and couldn't help but smile.

"You followed me into the car without even knowing where you were going?"

Jiang Huanhuan waved her hand. "It doesn't matter where I go, as long as I can slack off with pay."

Wen Yunxuan laughed dumbly: "Then I will take you out more often in the future."

Her lack of defense actually worked to his advantage.

What's more, Jiang Huanhuan's unhesitating trust in him really made him feel extremely satisfied.

The vehicle started slowly.

Jiang Huanhuan watched as the surrounding scenery gradually became more prosperous, with various big-name logos and advertisements coming into view.

"Huh? Why are you here?" Jiang Huanhuan widened her eyes in confusion as she looked around.

"I can't finish the last painting, so I want to find something to stimulate my inspiration." Wen Yunxuan explained.

Although Jiang Huanhuan didn't know how to stimulate her inspiration, she didn't say much and just followed Wen Yunxuan obediently.

The vehicle was parked in an underground garage, and Jiang Huanhuan was also taken to a house.

The house is not big, but located in this area where every inch of land is valuable, it is obviously worth a lot of money.

This place is more like a showroom than a business and living area.

Pure white is the main tone inside, with snow-white walls and snow-white floors. The sunlight coming in through the windows makes the room bright, a little too dazzling.

The different colors in the room represent the various exhibits.

Some are various kinds of ribbons, some are rows of butterfly specimens, and some are plant models made of special materials.

Jiang Huanhuan looked at them one by one and soon realized that these exhibits were of the same subject as Wen Yunxuan's recent paintings.

As we went deeper, the displays quickly turned into a pile of hanging fabrics.

Some are semi-finished products, and some are already cut skirts.

All of them are bright and eye-catching colors.

Wen Yunxuan stood here.

Jiang Huanhuan looked around with some confusion: "Ah, is Teacher Wen planning to enter the clothing industry?"

Some of the clothes are really nice.

Wen Yunxuan didn't answer the question. He just looked at her and said, "Hanhan, do you have any clothes you like? If so, please tell me."

Looking around, Jiang Huanhuan did find something she liked and pointed it out immediately.

But she had no idea what this inspiration had to do with it.

Until Wen Yunxuan said, "Can you try it on?"

"Ah?" Jiang Huanhuan was confused.

But Jiang Huanhuan really had no reason to refuse the other party's request.

After all, these clothes are pretty nice, right?

"Of course you can, but is this the way to find inspiration?" She sounded shocked.

Jiang Huanhuan didn't realize that it was actually related to her.