The charming Samoyed bravely plays the vicious female supporting role!

Chapter 259 An unexpected surprise

Jiang Huanhuan has always had a strong execution ability.

Once a decision is made, action will be taken quickly.

After Song Jinmian agreed, Jiang Huanhuan immediately changed her clothes, picked up her bag and prepared to go out.

It was not until he reached the door that he began to hesitate again.

Both of them felt restrained to varying degrees in front of the door.

Song Jinmian instinctively resisted, but Jiang Huanhuan found it a bit strange, more subtle and curious.

It's like opening Pandora's box.

This also indirectly represents Song Jinmian's inner thoughts.

The home he had in mind, the things he had built...even Song Jinmian now had vague memories of them.

And now, she wants to take Song Jinmian in to see it together.

Just thinking about it made Jiang Huanhuan feel a little dry in the mouth, and her legs felt particularly heavy for a moment.

It was Song Jinmian who broke the silence: "If you don't want to, we can come back next time?"

Jiang Huanhuan shook her head and stood at the door for a moment without moving before opening the combination lock.

It was the same combination lock that was at the door of my house in my previous life.

She subconsciously chose to unlock it with her fingerprint.

An error message sounded in her ears, and Jiang Huanhuan finally woke up from her dream and entered the numbers one by one.

The password is correct.

The door lock opens automatically.

Jiang Huanhuan took a deep breath and then opened it.

For a moment, Jiang Huanhuan thought she was back home.

Returned to the small house where I once lived.

Only when she touched upon the details in the corners did she discover the difference.

Many of the furniture were placed in a somewhat messy manner, and they were also exceptionally new.

You can tell the workers were in such a hurry that many pieces of furniture didn't even have the seals and plastic film removed.

She looked around curiously.

The photo wall that used to be there is much emptier now, with only a few pieces of white paper stuck on it.

Looking closely, it's all paper.

The first time she cooked.

She looked like she was dozing off on the windowsill, basking in the sun.

The way she pulled Song Jinmian to take a photo together.

And photos of the family of four.

After she disappeared, all traces were erased, and naturally the photos could not remain in the world.

These photos are all hand-drawn.

It was constructed bit by bit by Song Jinmian in the struggle and tearing between memory and reality.

Jiang Huanhuan looked at everything around her in a daze.

It wasn't until her wrist was suddenly grabbed that Jiang Huanhuan suddenly came to her senses and turned her head to look.

"I'm sorry." Song Jinmian curled the corners of his lips towards her, his face even paler than usual. "I saw that you haven't come back to your senses for a long time, and I was a little worried that you might be feeling unwell."

His fingertips once again landed on the inside of Jiang Huanhuan's wrist, feeling the strong beating of her pulse and confirming the coldness in his hand again and again.

This is also used as confirmation of Jiang Huanhuan's existence.

Ever since entering this room, everything has felt like a dream.

The scene of preparing items appeared in his mind from time to time, but Song Jinmian was not sure whether it was a dream or reality.

Everything around me felt unreal, even Jiang Huanhuan in front of me seemed like a dream.

Only when he held her hand could Song Jinmian truly feel relieved.

Jiang Huanhuan and Song Jinmian looked at each other and almost instantly realized each other's uneasiness.

She took the initiative and shook Song Jinmian's hand back, moving her fingertips slightly and interlocking their fingers.

"Look at these photos, do you remember them? This one was taken secretly by you when I fell asleep while waiting for you to get off work."

"This is the picture you took when I first started cooking. The food tasted like charcoal. How did you manage to eat it?"

"This rug is so soft. I love it when you sit on the sofa and I sit on it, leaning against your legs."

"Because your legs have no feeling and won't feel numb, it's quite comfortable to use as a backrest!"

"There's still the vegetable garden you planted at the door... Oh, the vegetables are gone, but I used to plant a lot. At first, I wanted to plant them, but I was too lazy to take care of them, so you took over in the end, hahaha."

Jiang Huanhuan pulled Song Jinmian and explained the past events bit by bit.

At the same time, Jiang Huanhuan also looked at Song Jinmian from time to time.

Always observe whether he remembers it.

However, Song Jinmian's mind went blank.

In fact, he could occasionally imagine these images... not necessarily imagination, perhaps memories.

But every time after recalling it, I would instinctively resist.

Reason and emotion are in constant tug at war, and finally turn into nothingness.

"Sorry, I can't remember anything." Song Jinmian smiled apologetically.

Jiang Huanhuan didn't care. She leaned over and kissed Song Jinmian a few times.

"It's okay if you can't remember. We will have more new memories in the future."

She looked up at Song Jinmian, and couldn't help but lower her head and kiss him.

"That's great! You finally let go of what you said. So good, so good..."

Jiang Huanhuan touched Song Jinmian's head somewhat awkwardly.

She was not used to praising Song Jinmian in this way, and most of the time it was Song Jinmian who coaxed her.

Therefore, this slightly offensive action made her feel comforted, but also made her heart beat faster and more uneasy.

So this is what it feels like to touch your head.

Song Jinmian's hair is so soft.

However, after just a few touches, Song Jinmian suddenly raised his eyes, and Jiang Huanhuan's attention was no longer on touching his head.

His eyes seemed to hide little hooks.

Song Jinmian also knew which angle he looked best from.

She has a cold face, but she has a pair of affectionate peach blossom eyes. She looks fine when she is not smiling, but she is particularly charming when she smiles.

Jiang Huanhuan shamefully attracted attention.

I want to kiss you again.

The air around them, which was hardly flowing to begin with, became stagnant, and the emotions that Jiang Huanhuan had been suppressing since she entered the room began to surge once again.

The small home that Song Jinmian carefully built for her.

A house that I managed to piece together even with amnesia.

How could Jiang Huanhuan not be moved by this?

She had suppressed her emotions well, but Song Jinmian kept looking at her with such eyes...

In this case, even the sound of breathing can be clearly heard.

It wasn't until there was a sudden knock on the door that Jiang Huanhuan suddenly came out of this emotion.

Then he pretended to be very busy.

His eyes first wandered around, and finally looked at the uninvited guest at the door.

The uninvited guest was obviously very embarrassed at this moment.

But he still held the documents in his hand and insisted on standing at the door.

His gaze passed from Jiang Huanhuan to Song Jinmian.

"Excuse me, are you Mr. Song Jinmian?" he asked.

Song Jinmian looked at his face, but had no impression of him. "Who are you?"

"Just call me Xiao Wang. You entrusted me with some tasks before."

Xiao Wang then turned his gaze towards Jiang Huanhuan.

"You said that if a woman came into this room one day, I should give her all these things in my hand."