The charming Samoyed bravely plays the vicious female supporting role!

After all, those people will not have an easy time afterwards.

He also planned to complain to Song Jinmian and ask the Song family to temporarily suspend their cooperation with the Wan family.

On the side of the road, Jiang Huanhuan also came across a stall selling handicrafts.

Various handicrafts made mainly from colorful shells.

There are cute little animals of various shapes, as well as wind chimes strung together, tinkling with the sea breeze, like living signs for the stalls.

Jiang Huanhuan wanted to buy it home immediately.

She pointed at each handicraft and muttered to herself.

"One for Jiang Qi, one for me, one for Madam Jiang, one for me, one for Bai Qing, one for me, one for the housekeeper, and one for me, one for the godfather."

Song Linxiao put his hands in his pockets: "Forget about my brother. He probably won't like it if you buy it. He is good at handicrafts and won't look down on these."

The shop owner rolled his eyes immediately.

Jiang Huanhuan's eyes lit up, and she immediately held up five fingers, pausing: "Then give me five!"

Song Linxiao: “?”

The owner didn't expect to receive such a large business, and immediately gave Song Linxiao an appreciative look.

She quickly wrapped each small gift.

She took some time to pack the five for Song Jinmian and selected the best five.

Some people just want to compete.

Song Linxiao felt a little complicated when he saw Jiang Huanhuan happily putting the bag for Song Jinmian aside.

He asked, "You don't hate my brother, do you?"

Jiang Huanhuan spoke innocently, her hands moving non-stop: "How could that be? I was planning to visit him tonight."

It's just to brush up the daily disgust value.

Sometimes Song Linxiao really felt that Jiang Huanhuan was like a newborn calf that was not afraid of a tiger.

How dare you provoke someone like Song Jinmian?

The more he thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong, and he warned worriedly: "My brother has obsessive-compulsive disorder, and he has very high demands. If you want to please him, don't buy things carelessly."

Jiang Huanhuan seemed to have thought of something, and her eyes suddenly lit up: "Is there anything your brother usually hates?"

Song Linxiao thought for a moment: "A bit of mysophobia, a bit of obsessive-compulsive disorder, a bit of sleep disorder, a bit of perfectionism, and a bit of stomach problems."

System: [As expected of the legendary novel hero, all the standard features are complete.]

Jiang Huanhuan was still a little confused: "Why doesn't it feel like that to me? The Godfather is usually quite easygoing."

I always feel that it is not what Song Linxiao said.

Facing Jiang Huanhuan's doubts, Song Linxiao laughed.

Song Linxiao: "You've only met him a few times? How can you possibly understand him?"

He looked at the sea for a while, and the ups and downs of the water seemed to never stop.

Without the lights and sunlight, the sea water is dark blue, and as you look further away, it gradually turns black.

"You're okay, so stay away from my brother."

"He is... a little bit abnormal."

Jiang Huanhuan raised her eyes and looked at him in shock, with shock in her round eyes.

——How can you say bad things about your brother behind his back!

Song Linxiao was silent for a moment: "You won't complain, will you?"

Jiang Huanhuan shook her head: "I won't complain."

Song Linxiao breathed a sigh of relief.

Jiang Huanhuan said slowly: "But I'm a colander."

Song Linxiao inhaled the air he had exhaled.

In the end, he chose to throw the jar into the ground.

"My brother was a normal person before he broke his leg. He was a child of destiny and the world revolved around him."

"The contemporary Song Aotian, who can reincarnate, study, manage finances, and is capable of everything."

"I was completely introverted at the time. He knew everything. I was wondering if my brother was a god who came down to earth to play."

When he was a child, he never dared to sit at the same table with Song Jinmian. What he was most afraid of looking at was Song Jinmian's deep eyes.

But later, Song Linxiao realized that he might have come to experience a calamity.

He lost both his legs in a car accident carefully planned by his family.

The old man also collapsed with a heart attack at a critical moment.

The Song family was on the verge of collapse and became a piece of fat meat surrounded by wolves.

Song Linxiao talked a lot, perhaps because there was no one he could confide in about Song Jinmian before.

Jiang Huanhuan actually opened up.

"My brother was being pushed around in a wheelchair to discuss business...those people were fucking sick."

The chosen ones of heaven stand high but fall hard.

When you are powerful, you are surrounded by good people, but when you are down and out, everyone around you wants to step on you.

When Song Jinmian was about to regain his foothold in the Song family, he was a completely different person.

After fighting with a group of psychopaths for a long time, Song Jinmian's personality gradually became cold and he didn't like to see people.

"He's like a vampire. I'm shocked. There are people who hide in their rooms for a month without going out, and even work from home. Who can stand that?"

Jiang Huanhuan silently raised her hand: "If I work from home, I can actually stay at home for a month."

Song Linxiao said this to Jiang Huanhuan as a warning, but Jiang Huanhuan seemed to be completely unaware of the meaning.

Even as he spoke, her eyes grew wider and brighter than usual.

Jiang Huanhuan expressed great interest and even felt a little unsatisfied.

When Song Linxiao stopped, he took the initiative to urge: "What else? What else? You haven't finished speaking. You must have failed when writing essays before."

Song Linxiao: “…”

He now regrets saying these things.

Song Linxiao: "I feel like you want to provoke my brother even more."

Jiang Huanhuan: "...How could that be?"

Jiang Huanhuan followed Song Linxiao to the Song family first.

She hadn't finished her task for today and decided to try harder.

The puppy doesn't want to be electrocuted!

System: [But even if we meet, what are you going to do?]

Jiang Huanhuan: [I haven't decided yet. I'll bother him with handicrafts first. If that doesn't work, I'll tell him that other people's handicrafts are better looking than his and give them to him to ponder.]

System: [Poison.]

But what Jiang Huanhuan didn't expect was that Song Jinmian was not at home late at night, but at the company.

Song Linxiao shrugged: "See, I told you my brother is a bit of a perfectionist and a workaholic."

What Song Linxiao didn't expect was that Jiang Huanhuan also had different ideas.

She immediately contacted the driver and asked him to go to the Song family company.

Jiang Huanhuan said with a determined look, "Let's go. I'm going to tell Mr. Song today that this handicraft is better looking than his."

Song Linxiao: "...He really hasn't offended you before?"

Song Linxiao did not follow him to the company.

The Song family's servant ran over and whispered something in his ear.

"Master...see you...talk."

It seems like there is someone from the Song family?

Song Linxiao's complexion was visibly worse. He looked up at the windowsill above, then turned to look at Jiang Huanhuan.

"Feel sorry."

He even raised his hand to hold Jiang Huanhuan's shoulder and pushed her back into the car.

He raised his voice, his tone icy.

"Don't bother me next time. That's all for today."