Bring your bestie to play melon in the domineering love story

Tang Jiujiu finished browsing her Moments and turned around to see Jiang Ruoli standing there motionless for a long time. She couldn't help but ask her, "What are you doing? What the hell is going on?"

Jiang Ruoli said "hmm".

Tang Jiujiu: “…”

She just asked casually.

"real or fake?"

I would rather trust it to have it than to trust it to have nothing.

Tang Jiujiu quickly stood up and glanced around the living room. The sun was shining brightly outside the window, and the warm golden light shone into the house through the curtains. It didn't look like there was a ghost!

"Coward!" Jiang Ruoli patted her head and handed the necklace in her hand to her.

The golden chain with a small apple pendant underneath was a gift from Jiang Ruoli's parents for her tenth birthday, symbolizing peace and safety. However, the necklace was lost later and could not be found even after searching many places.

I didn’t expect it to appear in Small World.

too weird.

Tang Jiujiu, "Is this... the necklace you couldn't find a long time ago?"

She opened her big round eyes, and the expression on her face was as if she had seen a ghost. She kept saying "you you you, me, me, me" for a long time, but couldn't say a complete sentence.

"If I remember correctly, there was a lost and found notice at that time, right?"

"Yeah." Jiang Ruoli nodded. "Have I been to this small world before? And left something here?"

The two best friends looked at each other.

Indicates untrustworthy.

If I had really been to this small world, how could I have no memory of it?

Jiang Ruoli's head began to hurt again. She grabbed Tang Jiujiu's arm and thought carefully. It seemed that since Shen Huaian appeared in Hefang Town, many vague memories inexplicably appeared in her mind, scattered and incomplete.

Could it be related to this necklace?

Jiang Ruoli pursed her lips, turned around and walked out the door under Tang Jiujiu's puzzled gaze.

Tang Jiujiu looked at her back and called out to her, "Where are you going?"

"Go meet someone."

......

Moxiang Yashe.

Shen Huaian's studio.

The fragrance of ink symbolizes the elegance of calligraphy and painting in traditional culture, while Yashe reminds people of the residences of ancient literati and scholars, which are peaceful and elegant.

Jiang Ruoli walked in through the front door.

Sparse sunlight pours into the yard from the patio, and only a small bamboo forest in the middle provides a cool shade for the courtyard.

When the clerk Xiao Hai saw Jiang Ruoli, he came forward enthusiastically and said, "Miss Jiang, are you here to see Mr. Shen?"

"Ah."

"He's in the study on the second floor."

Jiang Ruoli calmed herself down, went upstairs and knocked on the study door.

The hand just raised.

Shen Huaian's cold voice sounded, "Just let the vice president handle the equity transfer, no need to call me..."

"Can't you handle such a small matter?"

"The company never keeps useless people!"

Jiang Ruoli stood at the door, feeling more and more confused.

The study door was ajar. Through the crack, a man was seen sitting at the desk with his computer on. The light from the screen cast a cold white cast on his handsome face. His slender finger bones tapped lightly on the table, and he looked a little impatient.

From the tone of his voice, it is obvious that he is not an ordinary rich second generation.

So who is he?

What is the purpose of approaching her?

Jiang Ruoli's head began to ache again.

She even began to suspect that Shen Huaian was Huo Xingzhou.

Such thinking is dangerous.

She took a deep breath and stepped back unconsciously.

The old wooden floor creaked, startling the man who was making a phone call in the study.

Shen Huaian hung up the phone, but no one came in. He opened the door curiously, only to see Jiang Ruoli standing alone in the corridor with an embarrassed look on her face.

"Why are you here?"

Jiang Ruoli said nothing. She held onto the wooden stair railing and looked up at him.

Shen Huaian wore a pair of frameless glasses with narrow lenses, which made him look very gentle. This was indeed somewhat inconsistent with her impression of Huo Xingzhou's noble and arrogant temperament.

"I'm sorry." Jiang Ruoli pretended nothing happened, "I didn't mean to eavesdrop on your phone call."

"It's okay, it's not a big deal." Shen Huaian had no different expression on his face, and he didn't seem to care what Jiang Ruoli heard. "What do you want to talk to me about?"

It looked like he wasn't trying to hide anything.

Jiang Ruoli's doubts were suppressed again.

She lowered her eyes and thought for a moment, "There is something I want to ask Mr. Shen."

"what's up?"

"Have you ever seen this necklace?"

On the delicate white palm lay a gold chain, shining brightly against the fair skin.

A dark light flashed across Shen Huaian's eyes, which disappeared in an instant. A deep smile rolled up his throat, and he asked, "It seems that you hope I have seen it."

“…” Jiang Ruoli was speechless.

He always seemed to be able to see what she was trying to say.

"I found this necklace at home and thought you dropped it."

He understood, "This necklace is obviously a girl's thing, but I don't have the habit of collecting women's necklaces."

In Hefang Town, Shen Huaian basically would not stay anywhere else except bars and studios. Apart from his two best friends, he had no so-called female friends. This meant to reassure her that he did not have much contact with other women, let alone keep the necklace with him.

Jiang Ruoli looked at him quietly.

The man's dark eyes held a faint smile, even a hint of warmth. Jiang Ruoli felt a little uncomfortable being looked at like this by him. She looked away, "Except you, no one else has been to the house. I thought you lost it."

"If it's not, then I won't bother you anymore."

Jiang Ruoli didn't know why she instinctively retreated, and even when she was about to reach the stairs, she didn't stop.

next second.

He missed a step and fell heavily backwards.

Shen Huaian was quick to grab her arm and pull her back. In an instant, Jiang Ruoli went from being panicked to being embraced in a warm embrace.

He held her hand.

In front of her was the man's slightly open collar, with half of his collarbone hidden in his shirt. There was a faint scent of tobacco, and the aroma of the incense he lit in the study, which kept blowing into her nose with every breath.

After being held like this for a long time, Jiang Ruoli finally reacted and quickly pushed him away, "Sorry."

"What's wrong with you?" Shen Huaian's tone was still very slow. He raised his hand to help her tidy up her messy hair. "You seem very nervous. Is it because of me?"

"No." Jiang Ruoli turned her head to avoid his hand, pursed her lips, and said stiffly, "I'm sorry, I think it's better for us to remain friends."

A few days ago, she was assuring Tang Jiujiu that she and Shen Huaian were just friends, but today she behaved intimately with him.

It's inappropriate both morally and logically.

"I was inconsiderate." Shen Huaian took back his hand and looked at her obviously unhappy face. "Then I apologize to you. I'm sorry."

Jiang Ruoli looked down at her toes.

half an hour.

She curled her fingers slightly and said, "Mr. Shen, to be honest, I'm actually married..."