The charming Samoyed bravely plays the vicious female supporting role!

Song Jinmian felt that he was not the type of person who liked to worry about things.

He is not a righteous person who helps others when he sees injustice.

On the contrary, he doesn't like to care about things outside his own scope.

But when he saw Jiang Huanhuan, because of Song Linxiao, he subconsciously included Jiang Huanhuan in the scope of his jurisdiction.

It's just a piece of cake.

It was just a meeting.

But Jiang Huanhuan was like a dog that smelled meat, her eyes shining as she rushed around like a little cannonball wrapped in fur.

A handful of bombs exploded around Song Jinmian.

During the rare time when he was stunned, she broke into his life in a familiar and enthusiastic manner.

Because it was so skillful and natural, by the time Song Jinmian reacted, Jiang Huanhuan was already sweetly calling him "Godfather".

She was the one who launched the smoke bomb.

It was she who made him realize it now.

Jiang Huanhuan suddenly heard Song Jinmian chuckle.

A very short, light laugh.

It's like solving a puzzle.

But he stopped what he was doing and turned to look at her.

"What's wrong?" Jiang Huanhuan asked a little confusedly.

Song Jinmian said: "I found myself doing charity work recently."

Jiang Huanhuan blinked. "Wow, that's pretty good, just like Madam Jiang."

Song Jinmian suddenly said, "But I want to take it back recently."

Can charity be taken back?

Jiang Huanhuan looked at him doubtfully: "That shouldn't be charity, but a loan?"

"It's not money." Song Jinmian corrected, "To me, it may be something more important."

Jiang Huanhuan: "...If it's really that important, can you negotiate with the other party? The more you can get back, the better."

This time Song Jinmian did not answer.

He just looked at Jiang Huanhuan quietly, and suddenly looked away.

"Never mind, I'll get more in return."

Jiang Huanhuan didn't understand what it meant.

The Song brothers all like to leave their sentences unsaid.

This matter did not stay in Jiang Huanhuan's mind for long.

Song Jinmian was very deft with his hands. He had assembled the puppy in a short time and even used a marker to draw on its facial features.

Samoyed model with slightly tilted head (Shell Limited Edition)

"Cute, cute!" Jiang Huanhuan naturally liked it very much.

Like it however you like.

After obtaining consent, he immediately took out his mobile phone and took a lot of photos.

"Click - click - click -"

The sound of taking pictures continued to ring out.

Song Jinmian looked down at Jiang Huanhuan, who was taking photos around the table with every angle possible, and suddenly said, "Do you want to take photos with the other models? The Samoyed would be too lonely like this."

Jiang Huanhuan thought it made sense and took action immediately.

But after putting several shell shapes together, Jiang Huanhuan fell silent.

...Well, how should I put it.

When I saw the seagulls, dolphins and petrels made of shells on a few stalls, I thought they were quite novel and realistic.

But now when placed next to the Samoyed, it looks rough again.

This ratio seems a bit distorted.

This face shape is so weird.

The glue is very obvious under the light.

The Samoyed, which is half the size, looks delicate and cute among them.

Jiang Huanhuan looked at the Samoyed and for a moment felt that all other shellfish pale in comparison.

She was comparing them over and over again when Song Linxiao's reply came from the phone next to her.

Just a minute ago, she sent Song Linxiao the Little Samoyed (Shell Limited Edition)

Jiang Huanhuan: [This was made for me by my Godfather, OVO]

Song Linxiao: [? He actually did it.]

Song Linxiao: [When did this smiling tiger become so childish? ]

Jiang Huanhuan was displeased when she heard this: "You're the one who's smiling! And spelling puppy isn't childish at all!"

Song Linxiao: [I'm not saying you're childish, why are you so anxious?]

Song Linxiao: [Move the shells at the back further away. They look ugly together. Why are you putting them together?]

Jiang Huanhuan: [Not ugly, not ugly, very cute!]

Jiang Huanhuan: [The Godfather said this way the puppy won't feel so lonely.]

This time, Song Linxiao immediately sent a speechless expression.

The message "The other party is typing" above the chat box was displayed for a long time.

Song Linxiao: […Are you sure he doesn’t just want to compare and show off?]

Jiang Huanhuan refused without a second thought: [How is that possible? He is not that kind of person!]

Song Linxiao: [I'd like to ask you a question, does your image of Song Jinmian resemble a fairy descending to earth?]

Jiang Huanhuan really felt so.

The only difference between him and the fairy sister is gender!

Although I can’t become a real fairy, it’s no different to look like a fairy!

Jiang Huanhuan replied with an emoji of a puppy with its hands on its hips.

Song Linxiao: [What kind of magic potion did he give you? ? ?]

Song Linxiao: [Slipping away, no more chatting with brainless fans.]

After a few words, Jiang Huanhuan's cheeks puffed up with anger.

If she hadn't sympathized with Song Linxiao's bad mood, she would have sent a voice message to insult him for three minutes no matter what he said!

System: [Maybe this is a reward for him?]

Jiang Huanhuan was so frightened that she dared not speak.

"Is it Axiao?" Song Jinmian on the side suddenly asked.

Jiang Huanhuan's expression just now was really lively.

Sometimes he was smiling, sometimes he was furious, and now he is speechless.

Jiang Huanhuan was generous and handed the phone directly to Song Jinmian.

At the same time, he was still expressing his anger.

"Song Linxiao is such a bad guy, how could he think of you like that!"

Jiang Huanhuan was filled with righteous indignation: "You said it yourself, you put them together because you thought the puppy was lonely, how could you possibly be showing off!"

Song Jinmian: "Actually..."

Jiang Huanhuan said forcefully, "And why aren't you a fairy?"

Song Jinmian: "I'm definitely not..."

Jiang Huanhuan said firmly: "As long as you want, you can be it in my heart!"

Song Jinmian: "..."

No, he doesn't want to.

Facing Jiang Huanhuan's extremely determined eyes, Song Jinmian lowered his head and sighed.

"I'm really not the kind of good person you think."

Even just now, he was still struggling with the thoughts in his mind.

Song Jinmian really didn't expect that one day he would be compared with fairies.

The assistant standing by could no longer accept such shocking news and rushed out without caring about his image.

When it comes to choosing between image and high salary, he still knows what to choose.

But starting today, Song Jinmian's image in his mind also quietly changed.

Facing the puppy's particularly sincere gaze, Song Jinmian wanted to say something at this moment, but couldn't.

It's like dealing with a child who believes in Christmas presents.

It's hard to say no.

Song Jinmian could only utter a euphemistic sentence: "Unfortunately, if you are of the wrong gender, you really can't become a fairy."

Jiang Huanhuan accepted this statement well: "It's okay, that's why I treat you as my godfather."

Her phone was still vibrating, like a giant cockroach that couldn't be killed no matter how hard you pressed it, trying hard to assert its existence.

Jiang Huanhuan wanted to talk to Song Jinmian, but her phone vibrated a few times, so she lowered her head and focused on typing.

Song Jinmian looked at those eyes and looked away again.

His eyes fell on the phone screen.

Song Linxiao continued to post messages that were either provocative or asking for a beating.

It's crude, but effective in attracting attention.

Axiao is not usually such an idle person.

Especially since there are people going home tonight.

He was deliberately trying to attract Jiang Huanhuan's attention.

Song Jinmian tapped the table lightly with his fingers.

After a moment, he suddenly spoke.