A Quick Walkthrough: Male God, Don’t Run Away

99+ unread messages.

The WeChat list is from top to bottom, and there is a string of unread messages in front of the avatar.

The bright red dots gave Ji Ruobai an ominous premonition.

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 very beautiful, when will you take it home? 】

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

[No problem, my aunt will send you a business card, you young people should 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 bigger picture.

When they kissed before, the feeling of numbness and electric shock reappeared in his heart again.

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

Ji Ruobai saw her reddish earlobes in the photo, and scolded herself for not being able to live up to her expectations, her fingers gently slid over her slightly closed eyes.

She is really petite, with a slender waist, as if she could hold it with one hand.

Ji Ruobai gestured with an empty hand, and suddenly felt a little itchy in her heart.

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

After realizing what stupid thing he had done, Ji Ruobai threw the pillow away, and said "Bah, Bah, Bah" with a look of disgust.

"Ji Ruobai, your brain is occupied by hormones and lacks neurons and proteins? She is a superficial woman. She only sees your perfect appearance, and can't even see your rich RMB."

Ji Ruobai buried her face in the pillow, her beautiful big eyes blinking.

After a while, he took out the phone again.

From top to bottom, he replied indiscriminately to prevaricate 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's little five, quickly pull the beautiful sister in, let her feel the warmth of the big family. 】

Ji Ruobai poked his finger on the screen, and a smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

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

Because in the family group, most of the people have the surname Ji, so the younger generation likes to ridicule their group as a chicken coop.

[Xiao Wu's girlfriend is called Dai Zhen, a very affectionate name. I always thought that Ruo Bai was a straight man of steel, and it would be difficult for him to understand at the age of thirty. 】

[Daizhen is a good name, stinky boy, bring it back early so that I and your father can see it. 】

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

Outside the porthole, the waves burst, and the chirping of seagulls was like the notes scattered in the Huazhang.

The two of them hadn't added WeChat yet, Ji Ruobai was leaning on her arm, tossing and turning, her lips always felt inexplicably hot.

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

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

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

They must be afraid of being rejected by him, but since the two of them are acting as contract lovers, they didn't even add a WeChat account, and others could see at a glance that there was something tricky about it.

"What is your WeChat account? My family is asking, my WeChat account is my mobile phone number."

After the text message was sent, Ji Ruobai covered her face with a low "ah", regretting that the text message did not have the function of withdrawing it.

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

Ji Ruobai stared at the wall with bitterness and hatred, as if to see through the back of the wall. When Shu Ange saw this text message, the corners of his lips cocked up proudly.

The text message could not be withdrawn. In order to show his coldness, Ji Ruobai didn't send any further explanation.

One second, one minute, ten minutes...

Ji Ruobai stared at the phone screen, and had the urge to jump up and pat the wall.

Is she pretending to be asleep, or is she cold on purpose.

Does she really think that they are real lovers, so they want to act like a girlfriend?

Just when Ji Ruobai put her hand on the wall and resisted the urge to shoot, the WeChat alert sounded.

He clicked on WeChat and saw the prompt for adding a new friend.

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

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

Ji Ruobai passed the friend request, the corners of his lips twitched slightly, and he closed the dialog coldly.

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

[I was taking a shower just now, this is my WeChat account. 】

[It's getting late, go to sleep, good night. 】

The other party hurriedly said two words and then entered a state of stillness.

Ji Ruobai finally found a chance for Gao Leng, and replied with three words: "Got it."

After returning, he turned off the phone.

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

Colder than him?

Ji Ruobai put the phone against the pillow, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

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

The suppliers she looked for belonged to small-scale manufacturers with good production capacity and strict quality control.

This year, as long as the product can be done well, there is no need to worry about the emerging opportunities.

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

When Shu Ange came here to talk about suppliers, she brought some of her personal design drawings by the way, intending to establish long-term cooperation with some big manufacturers.

It is difficult for small dealers to access 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 these years, the state's crackdown on plagiarism, piracy and other crimes is not strong enough.

Many well-known brands of clothing have just held a press conference, and many small workshops have already started imitating them.

The general public is very vague about the concept of genuine products, which gives unscrupulous merchants an opportunity to take advantage.

In order to prevent people from taking a bite after stealing the work, all the works that Shu Ange obtained in the Shenzhen market have been registered for copyright.

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

Under the care of his wife, Lu Tianlu recovered quite well and was able to speak in a vague manner.

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

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

Everything is developing in a positive direction, and Zhuang Zhaonan's mood has also stabilized a lot.

"Ho, ho, Jane, nice, nice daughter..."

Lu Tianlu held Shu Ange's hand with a wrinkled smile on his face.

Zhuang Zhaonan wiped the sweat for her husband, turned to Shu Ange with a smile and said, "Your dad praises you for your good work, he can rest assured."