99+ unread messages.

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

The bright red dots gave Ji Ruobai a sense of foreboding.

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

[Xiao Wu is really in love? The girl is beautiful, when will she take it home? 】

[Brother Ruobai's vision is so good, he has turned into lemon essence. By the way, the beauty that my aunt introduced last time, can you pull me a line? 】

[No problem, my aunt will push you business cards, and you young people will get to know each other first. 】

[Thank you, aunt, I wish Xiao Wu an early marriage! ] 】

……

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

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

When kissing before, the crispy and numb feeling of electricity came to his mind again.

I don't know who took the photo, the angle is very clear, and her face is perfectly captured.

Ji Ruobai saw her reddened earlobes in the photo, and secretly scolded herself for not being angry, and her fingers gently slid over her slightly closed eyes.

She is really petite, with a thin waist, as if she can hold it with a handful.

Ji Ruobai gestured with his empty hand, and his heart suddenly itched.

What was it like to hug her waist, he unconsciously hugged the pillow.

After realizing what he had done, Ji Ruobai threw away the pillow and said a few "babaa" with a disgusted face.

"Ji Ruobai, your brain is occupied by hormones and lacks neurons and proteins? She is a superficial woman, she only takes a fancy to your perfect appearance, and she can't even see your rich renminbi. ”

Ji Ruobai buried her face in the pillow, and a pair of beautiful big eyes blinked.

After a while, I pulled my phone out again.

From top to bottom, he replied indiscriminately to everyone's congratulations and questions.

There is new news in the family group, and several people are @Ji Ruobai together.

[Ruobai, where is your girlfriend's WeChat account, pull it in. ] 】

[Hurry up @ Ji Jia Xiaowu, quickly pull the beautiful sister in and let her feel the warmth of the big family. ] 】

Ji Ruobai poked her fingers at the screen, and the corners of her lips hooked up with a smile.

[In the middle of the night, go to sleep, do you want Daizhen to feel the warmth of the chicken coop? 】

Because most of the people in the family group are surnamed Ji, the younger generation likes to ridicule their group as a chicken nest.

[Xiao Wu's girlfriend is called Dai Zhen, a good affectionate name. I always thought that Ruobai was a straight man of steel, and it was difficult to open up at the age of thirty, but I didn't expect to fall in love. 】

[The name of Daizhen is good, @臭小子, bring it back early and let me show it to your father.] 】

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

Outside the porthole, the waves were gusting, and the chirping of seagulls was like the notes scattered in the chapter.

The two of them hadn't added WeChat yet, Ji Ruobai pillowed his arms, tossing and turning, and always felt that his lips were inexplicably burning.

What kind of magic power does this woman have that can make him upset.

Ji Ruobai turned over, picked up the phone again, and stared at the number marked with the word "certain woman" in the address book.

Why didn't she take the initiative to ask him for WeChat?

must be afraid of being rejected by him, but since the two of them are playing contract lovers, they don't even add a WeChat account, and others can see at a glance that there is something greasy in them.

"How much is your WeChat? My family is asking, my WeChat ID is my mobile phone number. ”

After the text message was sent, Ji Ruobai covered his face and let out a low "ah", regretting that the text message did not withdraw the function.

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

Ji Ruobai stared at the wall bitterly, as if he wanted to see through the back of the wall, and when Shu Ange saw this text message, he looked like he was proudly curling the corners of his lips.

The text message could not be withdrawn, in order to show his coldness, Ji Ruobai did not send any more explanations.

One second, one minute, ten minutes......

Ji Ruobai stared at the screen of her mobile phone, and she had the urge to jump up and slap the wall.

Is she pretending to be asleep, or is she deliberately cold.

Does she really think that they are real lovers, so they have to be coquettish like girlfriends?

Just when Ji Ruo put his white hand on the wall and resisted the urge to shoot it, the WeChat prompt sounded.

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

There are only three words in the remarks: "Lu Daizhen".

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

Ji Ruobai passed the friend application, the corners of her lips were slightly hooked, and she turned off the dialog box coldly.

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

[I was taking a bath just now, this is my usual WeChat ID. 】

[It's not early, go to sleep, good night.] 】

The other party hurriedly said two words, and then entered a static state.

Ji Ruobai finally found a chance to be cold, and replied with three words: "Got it." ”

When he was done, he turned off his phone.

After another ten minutes, Ji Ruobai clicked on WeChat, and the last message was still the "I know" he had just posted.

Colder than him?

Ji Ruobai put the mobile phone on the pillow, closed his eyes and fell asleep angrily.

The trip to Shenzhen went more smoothly than Shu Ange expected.

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

In these years, as long as the product can be done well, there will be no opportunity to rise.

Ai Shang is still well-known in Furong City, but when he arrives in an international big city, he becomes a small shrimp.

When Shu Ange came here to talk about suppliers, she brought some of her personal design drawings with her, and planned to establish long-term cooperation with some large manufacturers.

It is difficult for small dealers to get in touch with big national brands, and designers are different.

The domestic fashion design field is still in a vigorous development stage, and Shu Ange's works are enough to amaze this era.

It's just that in recent years, the state has not cracked down hard enough on plagiarism, piracy and infringement.

Many well-known brands of clothing have just held a press conference, and there are already many small workshops that have started to imitate them with their hands and feet.

The general public has a vague concept of authenticity, which gives unscrupulous merchants an opportunity to take advantage of.

In order to prevent someone from biting back after stealing the work, Shu Ange's works in Shenzhen have all been registered for copyright.

After returning to Furong City, Shu Ange immediately informed Lu's father who was lying on the hospital bed of the news of signing the contract with the new supplier.

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

In the original timeline, because her daughter was framed and suffered from bulimia, the whole person became world-weary and negative.

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

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

"Ho, ho, Jane, that's good, good daughter......"

Lu Tianlu held Shu Ange's hand, and his face was wrinkled and smiled.

Zhuang Zhaonan wiped her husband's sweat, turned her face and said to Shu Ange with a smile: "Your father praised you for doing a good job, he can rest assured." ”