Jiang Fengming patted the sofa beside him. His tone was softer than usual.

"Come, sit here."

Enron nodded with a smile and walked towards the river breeze.

"Today..."

Waiting for Enron to sit next to the river breeze, he opened his mouth, but again, his eyes swept back and forth on Enron's body.

With nostalgia, not give up, and gentle and love.

"How do you remember this dress today?"

Jiang Fengming asked clearly, but he still wanted to know how Enron would answer.

"Don't you like it?" Enron pursed her lips, made a bit of cautious appearance, with formality, tried to ask.

"I like it." Jiang Fengming raised his arm.

Enron subconsciously dodged back, with vigilance and fear in his eyes.

She thought Jiang Fengming wanted to hit her, but also out of instinct to avoid it.

Jiang Fengming's hand stopped awkwardly in the air, then touched Enron's head.

"I mean, why do you dress like Xueqing today? You are not..." The river breeze roared, and the tone became meaningful. There was a doubt in his eyes, but it was fleeting.

"Don't you like being her double?" Jiang Fengming takes back her hand and stares at Enron's face, trying to confirm whether she has lied through her expression.

"I don't like it. Who would like to be a double?" Enron turned his mouth and brows lightly, then sighed heavily.

"But You like what I do, don't you? It's because I look like my sister that you left me with you, didn't you? "

Enron asked two questions in succession. When Jiang Fengming saw her like this, it didn't seem to be the same as before, especially rejecting the fact that she looked like Jiang Xueqing.

What Jiang Fengming doesn't understand is how Enron has adapted in such a short time, and even takes the initiative to dress up more like Jiang Xueqing.

"You said that you and I are not relatives. You treat me so well that people in the company think that I am your third child." Enron picked pick eyebrow, a pair of relaxed appearance, the corner of the mouth also with a smile.

"You seem very happy to be called my junior?" Jiang Fengming looks at Enron, doubts and looks back and forth on her face.

"What's the point of gossip? It won't hurt people. I just know what's going on. I don't care what others say? I don't care what they say. "

Enron shrugged his shoulders in an indifferent way.

"You are free and easy like this." Jiang Fengming gave a light smile. He knew that Enron was always careless, and he wanted to be open.

"I'll go back to the company and emphasize that you are my sister." Seeing Enron's clever appearance, Jiang Fengming can't help reaching out and touching Enron's head. The soft touch of as like as two peas from

's hair is really similar to that of the one on the head of Jiang Xue Qing.

Even though Jiang Xueqing has been dead for a long time Some feelings will not be forgotten.

Even if temporarily forgotten, when re exposed to this feeling, the memory will remember, his hand will remember.

Jiang Fengming can't help rubbing his fingers. His eyes are slightly erratic and fall into deep memories.

Enron saw him like this, did not speak, so let him touch his head.

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