The charming Samoyed bravely plays the vicious female supporting role!

Chapter 261 Jealousy Exists

Jiang Huanhuan was really touched by Song Jinmian's cuteness.

"What are you doing? Are you still hiding from me?"

"Let me see whose Mr. Song is so cute?"

Jiang Huanhuan held Song Jinmian's face and laughed non-stop.

Song Jinmian should be angry, but Jiang Huanhuan was happy at the same time. She would rub his cheek like a puppy and couldn't help kissing him, making sticky and coquettish sounds.

"Song Jinmian, you are so cute!"

"Why didn't I know you were so cute before?"

"Kiss..."

Jiang Huanhuan was sticky and acted coquettishly.

Song Jinmian sighed, put his arms around Jiang Huanhuan's waist, and leaned his head on her shoulder in despair.

The soft hair ends rubbed against the delicate skin.

Song Jinmian's voice was filled with helplessness: "Do you like it? I only see a desperate jealous husband."

Jiang Huanhuan smiled and said, "Who would be jealous of themselves?"

Song Jinmian is so cute!

Jiang Huanhuan couldn't help but reach out to touch it again.

Song Jinmian, who had always been obedient, actually avoided her hand at this moment.

It seems that he is really a bit depressed.

Jiang Huanhuan suppressed the smile on her lips and began to coax people.

"...Okay, okay, for me, you just need to be alone. I like him and I like you too."

Song Jinmian whispered, "But all these memories are strange to me."

Even though Jiang Huanhuan didn't care, when the two of them were immersed in memories together, Song Jinmian was shocked to realize that the feelings between them were much stronger than he had imagined.

He could also clearly feel that he was jealous.

I'm jealous of the scene of the two of them cooking together.

Jealous that he could see Jiang Huanhuan curled up in the rocking chair and taking a nap.

Jealousy for the tears that Jiang Huanhuan shed because of him.

As Jiang Huanhuan added every detail, Song Jinmian also kept trying to recall and dig deeper, but in the end his mind was blank, and he even instinctively began to hate his own memories.

Only jealousy.

Only jealousy is pervasive, as if it sticks to the air, rising and falling with your breathing, and spreading throughout your limbs and bones.

He stayed in the room filled with the past, and for the first time he hated his own insight so much.

Song Jinmian did a really good job in the past.

She was afraid that he would remember Jiang Huanhuan's existence, which would cause the eye to notice her and cause everything to disappear.

These houses and gems are extremely marginal and have little commercial value. Song Jinmian doesn't even have any memory of owning them.

Before, Song Jinmian not only considered Jiang Huanhuan's needs, but also considered how to hide it from him.

It’s really well done.

But the better he is, the more jealous Song Jinmian becomes.

“…I can’t remember anything.”

It was a very soft sound, like the whisper of one's own self.

It was as if a high wall stood between him and his past memories.

Jiang Huanhuan couldn't bear to see Song Jinmian looking so lost, like a puppy that had been kicked by someone passing by.

"Okay, okay, stop thinking about it!"

Jiang Huanhuan thought for a moment before asking.

"If it were you now, would you prepare these for me as well?"

Song Jinmian immediately said, "Of course."

Even when Jiang Huanhuan was in her puppy stage, Song Jinmian couldn't bear to see her worrying about money.

"All my things are yours," he said.

Jiang Huanhuan was content: "Isn't that enough? This is what you would do. Why do you have to make such a distinction?"

She hugged Song Jinmian tightly, sniffing his scent carefully, and rubbing her cheek against Song Jinmian's chest.

She liked to see Song Jinmian wearing a black turtleneck sweater.

The turtleneck sweater outlines his already good figure and eliminates the usual sense of distance from a superior, making him look softer and calmer.

His skin was also very white, which was even more attractive against the black background, but his lips were a deep red.

Plus the fragile look he showed at the moment...

"Being selfish, if it were me, I would have taken all the credit for myself and used the opportunity to ask for kisses and hugs!"

The puppy muttered.

Song Jinmian understood what she said, and his big hands passed through her waist muscles and gently stroked her back.

"You can kiss and hug now, too."

He lowered his head to fulfill Jiang Huanhuan's wish.

While Jiang Huanhuan fulfilled her wish, she also successfully comforted Song Jinmian.

After staying in the room for a whole morning, Jiang Huanhuan reluctantly closed the window used for ventilation and planned to leave.

Although it's nice to stay here, there aren't many daily necessities here, and the most important thing is...

Jiang Huanhuan turned her head and looked at Song Jinmian who was staring at her silently behind her.

Jiang Huanhuan: "Don't ask me which home I like better. I like them both. I like wherever you are!"

She could see the black water in Song Jinmian's stomach at a glance.

All he does every day is dig a hole for the puppy!

However, compared to Song Jinmian who kept it in his heart, Jiang Huanhuan preferred him to express his jealousy directly.

One is the feeling of being needed and cared for.

Another thing is that her emotions were relieved in time. Jiang Huanhuan didn't have to worry that Song Jinmian would hang himself silently out of frustration.

...No, it seems like he is reluctant to do so too?

Song Jinmian's thoughts were seen through and he smiled very frankly and in a gentle tone.

"Nothing, I just wanted to say there's a famous restaurant nearby. I made a reservation before we left. Do you want to go and have a try?"

Jiang Huanhuan immediately said, "Yes!"

After a long day of running around and straining her brain, Jiang Huanhuan was already extremely hungry.

But there is not even a piece of bread here.

I have to find some time to plan and arrange it!

With this thought in mind, Jiang Huanhuan glanced at everything in the room.

But her eyes couldn't help but stop at the hand-painted pictures on the photo wall.

...I don’t know if it’s my illusion.

Did the character in this hand-drawn sketch move?

The somewhat scary guess startled Jiang Huanhuan, and she immediately walked towards the photo wall.

Let me see who dares to play tricks here!

The puppy was even a little angry.

After all, this is also a special place for her.

Jiang Huanhuan angrily moved forward to observe carefully.

But the scene just now seemed to be her own illusion.

The characters in the drawing have not changed much.

"What's wrong?" Song Jinmian also noticed something was wrong with Jiang Huanhuan and came forward to search.

Jiang Huanhuan frowned and looked at him for a long time, and finally just shook her head slightly.

"Maybe it's my imagination?"

She had even used energy to investigate, but hadn't found anything unusual in the house.

After making the judgment, Jiang Huanhuan stopped worrying about it and turned around to follow Song Jinmian out.

But the moment she stepped out of the door, a gust of cold wind blew and hit her neck.

As she regained consciousness, Jiang Huanhuan suddenly felt something hit her from behind.

Very light, but impossible to ignore.