Before Song Wen was talking, a black wallet was placed on the palm of her hand.

She froze, glanced at Jiang Beihan, and then looked at the wallet that had been put in her hand.

This is also the first time she asked Song Jiamu to reach out to a man other than his father for money.

And this man is her current nominal husband.

After a while, she took the money from the wallet to the owner.

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"There aren't many girls who can knit sweaters now. The guy is very blessed and found such a clever girlfriend." When the two were about to leave, the middle-aged female shopkeeper smiled and looked at Song Wenxin, and then smiled at Jiangbei Han said.

Hearing that, Jiang Beihan glanced at Song Wenxin next to him, and his cold face suddenly softened.

Ingenious? These four words are a little more relevant to her!

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When Song Wenxin heard the words of the female shopkeeper, she smiled helplessly.

It seems that she has misunderstood that she and Jiang Beihan are male and female friends. They are nominally married couples. To be nice, it is a formal marriage! Tangible!

"Auntie you misunderstood, he is my brother." Song Wenxin smiled a little embarrassed, then explained.

Song Wenxin's words fell, and Jiang Beihan's face instantly darkened!

When did he become her brother?

It's a shame to admit it's his wife?

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"Ah, it's brothers and sisters, I'm so sorry, my eyes don't seem to work." After listening to Song Wenxin's words, the female shop owner quickly apologized.

"Oh, it doesn't matter." Song Wenxin said indifferently.

As soon as her voice had fallen, Jiang Beihan turned around without a word and walked out of the shop, returning directly to the car.

Song Wenxin wondered, what happened to him? How did she feel that he wanted to get angry?

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"Drive!" Jiangbei returned to the car with a cold face, and said blankly to the driver.

"Sir, but Miss Song hasn't come yet." The driver turned to look at the back seat and asked in confusion.

Do you want to leave Miss Song?

Jiangbeihan didn't say a word, and the sharp eyes in the black eyes gave the driver a severe glance.

The driver rushed to the meeting and dared not say more.

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Song Wenxin held the bought yarn and was about to go to the car, but Jiang Beihan's private car suddenly started to drive, and then drove away in front of her like this ...

Song Wenxin held his back ... There was no response for a moment.

She hasn't got on the car yet, why is the car going away?

Jiang Beihan is really angry?

For what?

Because he didn't like the color of the wool she bought, or ... because she just said they were brothers and sisters?

Thinking, Song Wenxin was standing still, and shook his hand with the woolen packing bag, angrily.

No matter what he was angry with, wasn't it a bit irrational to leave her here?

Song Wenxin waited for two minutes in the same place, and Jiang Beihan's car didn't return. She sighed in a loss, he should have gone back.

Asshole! She could not help but secretly scolded Jiang Beihan! She really left her here.

After a while, she took out her cell phone and dialed her brother Song Jiamu's number.

She had no money with her and now had to count on her brother to pick her up.

As soon as the call was answered, Song Wenxin said a bit grievously. "Brother, can you come and pick me up?"

"Warmhearted? Where are you now?" Song Jiamu was surprised because it was a strange new number, and then asked.