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The WeChat list is from top to bottom, and the avatar is full of unread messages.

The bright red dots made Ji Ruobai feel ominous.

He clicked on the family WeChat group and found that it was full of chat records about his new relationship.

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Ji Ruobai swiped the screen quickly, turned to the front, and saw the kissing photo of him and Shu Ange posted by his biological mother.

His heart was pounding, and he clicked on the photo to see the larger picture.

When I kissed before, the feeling of numbness and electricity came to his heart again.

I don’t know who took the photo, but the angle was very clear, and she perfectly took her face.

Ji Ruobai saw his red earlobe in the photo and secretly scolded him for being unscrupulous, and his fingers gently slid across her slightly closed eyes.

She is really petite and has a thin waist, as if she can hold it in one hand.

Ji Ruobai gestured empty-handedly, and his heart suddenly felt itchy.

What was it like to hug her waist? He unconsciously hugged the pillow.

After realizing what stupid things he had done, Ji Ruobai threw away the pillow and said "Phoo Poo Poo Poo Poo" with a look of disgust.

"Ji Ruobai, your brain is occupied by hormones and lacks neurons and proteins? She is a superficial woman. She only likes your perfect appearance and can't even see your rich RMB."

Ji Ruobai buried his face in the pillow, blinking with beautiful big eyes.

After a while, I touched my phone out again.

From top to bottom, he responded randomly to everyone's congratulations and questions.

New news appeared in the family group, and several people were together with Ji Ruobai.

Ji Ruobai poked his fingers on the screen, and a smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

Because most of the people in the family group have Ji's surname, the younger generation likes to tease their group as chicken coops.

Ji Ruobai pursed his lips and put down his phone, but did not reply to WeChat.

The waves outside the portholes are bursting, and the sounds of seagulls are like notes scattered in the glory chapters.

Before the two of them added WeChat, Ji Ruobai put his arms around and tossed and turned, and his lips were burning inexplicably.

What magic does this woman have that can make him feel upset.

Ji Ruobai turned over, picked up his cell phone again, and stared at the number marked "Some Girl" in the address book.

Why didn't she ask him for WeChat?

It must be because he is afraid of rejecting it, but since the two of them are playing contract lovers and don’t even add a WeChat account, others can tell at a glance that there is something wrong with it.

"What is your WeChat account? My family is asking, my WeChat account is my mobile phone number."

After sending the text message, Ji Ruobai covered his face and said "ah" softly, regretting that the text message did not have the function of withdrawing it.

His tone was so warm, as if he wanted to add the other party’s WeChat.

Ji Ruobai stared at the wall with great grudges, as if he was about to see through the back of the wall. When Shu Ange saw this text message, he looked proudly raising the corners of his lips.

The text message cannot be withdrawn. In order to show his aloofness, Ji Ruobai did not give any explanation after him.

One second, one minute, ten minutes...

Ji Ruobai stared at the screen of his phone and had the urge to jump up and beat the wall.

Is she pretending to be asleep or deliberately cold her?

Did she really think that they were real lovers, so they wanted to act like a spoiled person like their girlfriends?

Just as Ji Ruobai put his hand on the wall and resisted the urge to take pictures, the WeChat prompted the sound.

He clicked on WeChat and saw a prompt to add a new friend.

The note has only three words: "Lu Daizhen".

The avatar is a landscape photo. At first glance, I thought it was a special emoticon for middle-aged people.

Ji Ruobai passed the friend's application, his lips curled up slightly, and he closed the dialog box coldly.

Soon a message appeared in front of the scenery avatar, and he reluctantly clicked in.

The other party said a few words in a hurry and then entered a state of static.

Ji Ruobai finally found a cold opportunity and replied with three words: "I understand."

After returning, he turned off his phone.

Ten minutes later, Ji Ruobai clicked on WeChat, and the last message was still "I know" he just sent.

Be cooler than him?

Ji Ruobai held his phone back next to the pillow, closed his eyes and went to bed angrily.

The trip to Shenzhen was much smoother than Shu Ange expected.

The suppliers she is looking for are all manufacturers with small scale but good production capacity and strict quality control.

As long as you can make the product well these days, you will not have to worry about the opportunity to rise.

Ai Shang is quite famous in Furong City, but when he reaches an international city, he becomes a little shrimp.

When Shu Ange came here to talk about suppliers, she brought some of her personal design artworks, intending to establish long-term cooperation with some major manufacturers.

It is difficult for small dealers to access major national brands, so designers are different.

The domestic fashion design field is still in its booming stage, and Shu Ange's works are enough to amazed this era.

However, these days, the state has not cracked down on criminal acts such as plagiarism, piracy and infringement.

Many well-known brands of clothing have just held a press conference, and many small workshops have started to replicate it quickly.

The general public has a vague concept of authentic products, which gives bad merchants an opportunity to take advantage of.

In order to prevent someone from biting the work back after being stolen, Shu Ange's works in Shenzhen Stock Exchange have all been copyrighted.

After returning to Furong City, Shu Ange immediately informed Lu's father who was lying on the hospital bed.

Under the care of his wife, Lu Tianlu recovered well and was able to speak in ambiguously.

On the original timeline, because her daughter was framed and suffered from bulimia, she became world-weary and negative.

Lu Tianlu was too worried about his daughter and fell ill several times in the hospital. Later, he was in a vegetative state for a long time.

Everything is developing towards the better, and Zhuang Zhaonan's mood has also stabilized a lot.

"Ho, ho, Zhen, what a good, good daughter..."

Lu Tianlu held Shu Ange's hand, and the wrinkles on his face were blooming with flowers.
Chapter completed!