The charming Samoyed bravely plays the vicious female supporting role!

Jiang Huanhuan was confused for a while while the vehicle was running.

Song Linxiao's apology text message has been sent to her mobile phone.

Jiang Huanhuan was not angry, because she could also see that Song Linxiao's tone was deliberate.

I'm just a little confused.

Who could make Song Linxiao so upset?

Jiang Huanhuan asked directly, but got no response, so he changed the subject.

Song Linxiao: [Sorry I can't accompany you today. Tell me when you get home. Don't stay at my brother's place for too long.]

Song Linxiao: [If you have any questions, just call me directly.]

No answer is a silent refusal.

Jiang Huanhuan knows this truth.

She didn't bother about it and turned around to contact Song Jinmian.

Song Jinmian was a little surprised when he learned that Jiang Huanhuan was coming to the company.

Song Jinmian: [What's wrong? Did Xiao bully you?]

Jiang Huanhuan: [No, I brought you gifts! They're so pretty, I brought you five!]

Jiang Huanhuan: [The beach is so beautiful today. I'll take you there next time!]

The vehicle arrived at the company quickly.

The silence in the office building was a little eerie at this moment.

The assistant was waiting downstairs early, and immediately came up to greet Jiang Huanhuan when he saw her.

Puppies are actually a little afraid of the dark.

Therefore, when she saw the assistant, Jiang Huanhuan couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"Excuse me."

The assistant smiled happily: "It's not a bother, it's just a chance for Mr. Song to take a breath."

Jiang Huanhuan wondered, "Have you had a lot of work lately?"

The assistant said honestly, "No, it's just that Mr. Song usually does so much work, and he said it would be a good time to relax and decompress."

...relax and de-stress?

Such a familiar word, but it feels so strange when squeezed into work.

System: [This is the first time I've seen a sentence that puts these two columns together.]

Jiang Huanhuan followed her assistant into the office in a daze.

Just as expected, Song Jinmian's desk was piled with a huge number of documents.

If these documents appeared on Mrs. Jiang's desk, Jiang Huanhuan would run away on the spot.

Jiang Huanhuan murmured, "You really do love your work."

Song Jinmian smiled and said, "Just to divert attention."

Need to divert your attention through work?

Song Jinmian saw the shock on Jiang Huanhuan's face.

"Go to the lounge, there will be your favorite cake later."

Jiang Huanhuan rubbed her belly.

The afternoon tea at Song’s company is also really delicious.

But she couldn't eat anymore.

Song Jinmian seemed to have noticed Jiang Huanhuan's hesitation and said directly, "If you can't finish it, pack it up. I'll have someone prepare hawthorn juice for you.

Jiang Huanhuan immediately cheered: "Great!"

Who said Song Jinmian was bad!

He even prepared delicious little cakes and hawthorn juice!

System: [I'll have to keep a closer eye on you from now on.]

While waiting for the hawthorn juice, Jiang Huanhuan deftly took out handicrafts from the gift bag.

Her eyes were bright and her voice was lively.

"Look! Shell Gull!"

"Look! Shell dolphins!"

"Look! Shell-petrel!"

Jiang Huanhuan launched the attack cautiously, with a hint of provocation in her eyes.

"It seems rare to find something this beautiful. Can the Godfather make something this beautiful?"

Song Jinmian smiled good-naturedly: "I can't seem to do it. I haven't done it for a long time."

System: [Sad news, Song Jinmian's disgust value has not increased.]

Jiang Huanhuan: [...Damn it, I'll think of another way.]

System: [I discovered that Song Linxiao's information was incorrect. He doesn't seem to have mysophobia, and the sandy skirt you saw didn't bother him.]

They all sat on the sofa.

After being reminded of this, it was Jiang Huanhuan who became restless.

Jiang Huanhuan immediately stood up.

"Excuse me, there's sand on me!"

System: [Alas, if I had known this earlier, I wouldn’t have said it.]

Jiang Huanhuan lifted up her skirt somewhat helplessly. The light yellow skirt was lifted up, revealing a section of her snow-white and slender calves, which looked like white porcelain under the light.

The next moment, she no longer cared about her skirt.

The handicraft was knocked over by her skirt and the gift box fell on the table.

A small piece of shell jumped out lightly, spinning on the table and greeting Jiang Huanhuan.

“Ah, why is it falling apart!!!”

Jiang Huanhuan looked at the pile of shells and her heart broke.

Song Jinmian pinched a piece of shell and picked up the main part that had not yet completely cracked for careful comparison.

"This glue hasn't dried yet. Maybe it was made this morning and the finishing touches weren't done properly."

Jiang Huanhuan was heartbroken: "Then I'll give you four. This one is the best looking."

Song Jinmian said, "I think I have some glue here to glue it back together for you."

Song Jinmian turned on the desk lamp, put on his glasses, and began to glue the shells together under the light.

His fingers were long and strong, and the sight of him pinching the shells was very pleasing to the eye.

But he didn't seem to be very good at this, and the shells he was holding kept slipping off.

System: [Then you can say this is not good-looking later.]

Jiang Huanhuan: […I feel like I'm asking for trouble.]

System: [When you are electrocuted at night, you will be truly beaten.]

System: [Just a reminder, it's already half past eleven.]

Jiang Huanhuan swallowed nervously.

I’ll tell you later!

"Ugh."

Just as Jiang Huanhuan was concentrating on her lines, Song Jinmian put down the shell in his hand.

Jiang Huanhuan looked up helplessly.

Song Jinmian looked at her with helplessness in his eyes: "Hanhuan, don't stare at me so seriously, okay?"

Jiang Huanhuan was really too focused.

Her eyes were already big, and she got very close.

Song Jinmian felt his fingers getting slightly hot.

"Oh, sorry, I'm a little nervous." Jiang Huanhuan said honestly.

Song Jinmian became more helpless: "I don't have mysophobia, don't be nervous, it's just one or two grains of sand."

After some persuasion, Jiang Huanhuan finally sat down again.

Jiang Huanhuan sighed inwardly and to the system: [Who says the Godfather is bad? He's obviously a good person!]

The system also sighed: [Indeed, I'll try to see if today's tasks can offset each other. At worst, I won't get any points.]

Seeing that there was still a possibility of operation, Jiang Huanhuan finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Under Song Jinmian's deliberate guidance, she also talked about her experience today.

"Yeah, the ocean is beautiful! The watermelon juice is delicious! The guitar sounds nice, too!"

"I also took lots and lots of photos! I'll send them to you!"

Jiang Huanhuan chattered about what happened today.

delicious food.

There was this crazy foot-stomping thing about dancing around a bonfire.

However, Jiang Huanhuan did not say anything about those people.

For the puppy, these troubles are nothing.

When the assistant arrived with the hawthorn juice, this was what he saw.

Jiang Huanhuan chattered away, her speech clattering like beans pouring out of a bamboo tube.

At the same time, she took out her mobile phone and shared photos with him.

Song Jinmian, who always likes quietness, is doing the handicraft seriously, sticking the shells together with skillful movements.

The most obvious thing was that there was actually a smile on the corner of Song Jinmian's lips.

The assistant rubbed his eyes and thought for a moment that he had seen it wrong.

Jiang Huanhuan didn't notice the person who came in and continued sharing.

"This angle is my favorite. Song Linxiao took several photos."

"He doesn't take good pictures and has a sour face, but he's very patient."

"He even praised me for being pretty! He's got good taste! Hehe, I even took a picture with him! Look!"

System: […Drip.]

System: [No need to apply.]

System: [Your mission is complete.]