The charming Samoyed bravely plays the vicious female supporting role!

Chapter 115 Knowledge Popularization

The atmosphere in the room suddenly became a little depressing.

Song Jinmian sighed, a little worried that he might have been too serious.

Because Jiang Huanhuan was obviously listless.

Did he speak too harshly?

Or is the tone of control wrong?

After all, Jiang Huanhuan grew up in pampered surroundings, and probably no one would dare to be mean to her except Madam Jiang.

Besides, Mrs. Jiang might not spend much time teaching her.

Otherwise, men and women wouldn’t be unaware of this superficial knowledge.

Thinking of the rumors about the Jiang family in their early years, Song Jinmian sighed countless times.

Song Jinmian softened her tone: "Hanhan, I don't mean to be mean to you. I just want you to know that this is wrong."

Jiang Huanhuan looked at him pitifully and nodded: "I understand."

His tone still sounded listless.

Song Jinmian opened his mouth, but ultimately said nothing.

Perhaps it would be better to leave her alone to think things over.

Jiang Huanhuan did calm down.

The puppy was listless and muttered in the most pitiful tone in the world: "I know."

Song Jinmian's fingers on the table curled up slightly.

"You know, I've been sleeping with dolls since I was a kid."

"I ran into some strange people today, in a strange city..."

"But don't worry, Godfather. I just need to cover my head with the quilt."

"I will definitely sleep well!"

……

Half an hour later, Jiang Huanhuan was lying among a pile of brand new dolls, quite peacefully.

Song Jinmian came in with milk and a thick book in his hand.

Song Jinmian's tone was particularly stiff: "Tonight."

Jiang Huanhuan naturally nodded obediently, but she had a lot of bad thoughts in her mind.

Huanhuan has always been the best at reading people's expressions and the best at taking advantage of others.

The puppy has a lot of bad ideas!

If the godfather's coaxing to sleep today is effective and she is not afraid, then in the next few days, she will haunt him like a ghost!

Jiang Huanhuan's inner calculations were particularly loud.

Song Jinmian was completely unaware and controlled his wheelchair to the bedside.

"Lie down, I'm going to tell you a bedtime story," he said.

Jiang Huanhuan nodded obediently, closed her eyes and prepared to listen quietly.

But this silence was only momentary.

"Xu, a 24-year-old college graduate, was robbed in the middle of the night because he had left his spare key with a neighbor, who then had the neighbor's son commit a crime."

"Zhang, 30, married and had children early. She was abused by her husband for decades and filed for divorce. The new marriage law states…"

Not right.

Jiang Huanhuan opened her eyes immediately.

"Is this your bedtime reading?"

Song Jinmian flipped through the information organized on the iPad and nodded with satisfaction.

"It's suitable for you." He said, "You can learn from it and increase your knowledge."

Jiang Huanhuan emphasized seriously, "...I'm not sleepy anymore."

"Lie down." Song Jinmian said softly, "There will always be times when you feel sleepy. If you are not sleepy, I will read a few more examples. It is a good opportunity to learn."

After saying that, he covered Jiang Huanhuan with the quilt.

Jiang Huanhuan: “…”

To ask is to regret.

Under Song Jinmian's gaze, Jiang Huanhuan finally lay back, closed her eyes and began to fall asleep.

But the usually gentle voice now sounded particularly scary and annoying.

As soon as Jiang Huanhuan's mind was empty, the images of a thief, a domestic violence man, and a woman in a white dress would constantly appear in her mind.

Even more terrifying!

"I can't sleep, let's talk about something else first, okay?"

Jiang Huanhuan pulled up the quilt, revealing only a pair of watery eyes that clearly pleaded for mercy.

If she knew that this was the bedtime reading Song Jinmian prepared, she would have said she would sleep alone tonight.

However, this was the treatment I had requested, and it was too late to say anything.

Song Jinmian looked into Jiang Huanhuan's eyes and finally agreed: "What do you want to talk about?"

When it comes to chatting, Jiang Huanhuan has a lot to talk about.

She can talk about anything and finds everything interesting.

The clouds on the plane looked like a white ocean, the buildings on the ground looked like ants, and the mountains stretched endlessly.

Delicious desserts, friendly drivers and flight attendants.

There are happy things around Jiang Huanhuan every day.

As Song Jinmian listened, he felt his mind became much clearer.

There are even many new perspectives on things.

In Jiang Huanhuan's description, everything is beautiful and lively.

But as she spoke, Jiang Huanhuan's tone became confused again.

Xiao Gou told about what happened to Teacher Wen not long ago.

Jiang Huanhuan has always felt that Song Jinmian is trustworthy and reliable.

And the other party has been helping her solve many of her troubles, both in life and mentally.

Jiang Huanhuan hugged a soft kitten pillow, her slender eyebrows slightly furrowed, and her tone was full of confusion.

"I think my combination is really interesting. Teacher Wen said I was wasting things, but I think it's pretty good."

"He also said that I was his muse and that my every move could inspire him, but he didn't like any of the outfits I made, and he also didn't like my behavior sometimes..."

Just like facing a very difficult problem, Jiang Huanhuan struggled for a very long time before she finally summarized her thoughts in bits and pieces.

"So I think... Mr. Wen doesn't like me. He likes the Jiang Huanhuan that he imagines."

Jiang Huanhuan is the kind of girl who is very well-behaved, doesn't make big movements, and doesn't run around or laugh.

After finishing her summary, Jiang Huanhuan looked at Song Jinmian for help.

It was also at this moment that the puppy, who had been immersed in thought, realized how scary Song Jinmian's face was.

Compared to now, the expression on her face when she was educating her just now could be described as gentle!

Jiang Huanhuan didn't even dare to speak now, and curled up in the quilt to gain a sense of security.

Fortunately, Song Jinmian quickly realized Jiang Huanhuan's uneasiness.

He touched Jiang Huanhuan's fluffy head.

"You refused very well, but the pepper spray doesn't seem to be very effective. I'll give you a different spray next time."

Jiang Huanhuan was a little surprised: "He cried so hard that he couldn't even open his eyes."

Song Jinmian said gently: "It's just that I can't open my eyes, I'm not blind."

The puppy didn't dare to speak.

Because she realized that Song Jinmian was really angry at the moment.

Jiang Huanhuan pulled his hand down and rubbed it against her cheek.

"Don't be angry, I'll stay away from him next time. Wait until this job is over!"

When Jiang Huanhuan thought about the work she would face when she returned, she became bitter.

In an instant, Song Jinmian abruptly pulled his hand back.

After realizing that his movements were too big, Song Jinmian smiled at her soothingly.

"It's okay, don't worry. The work might be finished by the time you get back."

Although it was a rhetorical question, Song Jinmian's tone was firm.

Even if it doesn't end, he has a way to make Wen Yunxuan end it.