Song Shaoyan is a polite and gentle person in front of outsiders. He did not give her face and opened the box and took out the tie: "It's great."

"Do you like this style? The first time I bought a men's tie, maybe... I didn't buy it very well."

"No, it's pretty good." He didn't say much, and there was no expression on his face.

At that time, she thought he didn't like to say too much and could say good things. She was already satisfied and smiled happily.

Later she realized that no man was born taciturn, but he didn't love you, and saying a word to you would feel redundant and wasteful.

She had never seen Song Shaoyan wear that tie.

Later, she accidentally learned that Song Shaoyan often laughed at her in his friends, saying that she had no aesthetics and had poor taste. The things she gave him were stained even when he looked at him.

Mocking her became a special pleasure between him and his friends.

He never regarded her as his wife, she was just a tool for him to gain benefits and satisfy his desires.

But when she knew all this, it was too late, and she had already married him.

"Sister An An, what's wrong with you? Let go." Xiaoduo said anxiously, "If you let go of your hand, you will hurt yourself like this."

The tie clip on the tie had already poked Ning'an's hand, and Xiaoduo hurriedly held it, so he did not let the tie clip continue to hurt Ning'an.

She had never seen such a devastated Ning An, and was scared.

Ning An relaxed her hand and lowered her head.

His eyes fell on the tie and did not take them away.

She still remembers the style of that tie because it was the first tie she chose with her own hands.

That's it, exactly the same as Mo Xiu's tie.

"Sister An An, you say something, I'm very panicked if you don't say anything." Xiao Duo was so anxious that he was about to cry.

Ning An finally withdrew his gaze and slowly looked at Xiaoduo: "How long have you been to the Mo family?"

"It's not long, it's just one year."

"Have you ever met Mr. Mo?"

Xiaoduo shook his head and said timidly: "Are you talking about Mr. Mo's appearance? I have never seen him. Someone has seen him and said he is very scary. I don't dare to look at Mr. Mo's."

"How old is he?"

"I don't know." Xiaoduo really couldn't answer Ning An.

"Then what do you know..." Ning An's voice drifted like a wandering silk.

"I only know that Mo Zheng runs a jewelry company and is doing a good job in business. He is one of the best in Huacheng and has acquired several old jewelry companies in Huacheng. It is very awesome."

"Jewelry Company..." Ning An's eyes were blurred and confused, and his heart seemed to stop beating.

There is no such coincidence in the world.

impossible.

Impossible.

Song Shaoyan had long been dead, died in a mine accident, and had long been dead.

"Impossible..." Ning An lowered his head and lowered his eyelashes, "Impossible..."

"Sister An An, don't scare me, what's wrong? Tell me what's wrong? What's going on?"

"Nothing." Ning An returned the tie to Xiao Duo and slowly stood up, "Nothing happened."

Song Shaoyan had long been dead, and had been dead for five years.

That bastard has long died!

Ning An ran out of Mo Xiu's bedroom.

Run out quickly!

Her hands were shaking, she looked dazed, at a loss, and her mind was blank.

Mo Xiu's voice was not similar to Song Shaoyan. They were two people, and Song Shaoyan had long been dead!

My heart beats endlessly, my heart is palpitations, and I can't stop.
Chapter completed!