Song Shaoyan was a polite and elegant person in front of outsiders. He did not brush her off, opened the box and took out the tie: "Very good."

"Do you like this style? This is my first time to buy a men's tie. Maybe... the one I bought is not very good."

"No, it's fine." He didn't say much, and there was no expression on his face.

At that time, she thought that he didn't like to talk too much, and she was very satisfied that he could talk well, and she smiled happily.

Later, she realized that no man is born taciturn, but if he doesn't love you, saying another word to you feels redundant and wasteful.

She had never seen Song Shaoyan wearing that tie.

Later, she accidentally learned that Song Shaoyan often laughed at her among his friends, saying that she had no sense of aesthetics and had poor taste. He even looked at the things she gave him and thought they were dirty.

Taunting her became a special pleasure between him and his friends.

He has never regarded her as his wife, she is just a tool for him to obtain benefits and satisfy his desires.

But when she knew all this, it was too late, she had already married him.

"Sister An'an, what's wrong with you? Let go." Xiaoduo said anxiously, "Let go of your hand. You will hurt yourself."

The tie clip on the tie had already hurt Ning An's hand. Xiaoduo hurriedly held it to prevent the tie clip from further hurting Ning An.

She had never seen Ning An in such a state of despair, and she was frightened.

Ning An let go and lowered his head.

His eyes fell on the tie and did not move away.

She still remembers the style of that tie because it was the first tie she chose personally.

It looks like this, exactly the same as Mo Xiu's tie.

"Sister An An, please say something. If you don't speak, I will panic." Xiaoduo was so anxious that she almost cried.

Ning An finally withdrew his gaze and slowly looked at Xiaoduo: "How long have you been in the Mo family?"

"Not long, just a year."

"Have you met Mr. Mo?"

Xiaoduo shook her head and said timidly: "Are you talking about Mr. Mo's appearance? I have never seen it. Some people have seen it and said it is scary. I usually don't dare to look at Mr. Mo."

"How old is he?"

"I don't know." Xiaoduo really couldn't answer Ning An.

"Then what do you know..." Ning An's voice floated like a gossamer.

"I only know that Mr. Mo runs a jewelry company. The business is doing very well. He is one of the best in Huacheng. He has acquired several old jewelry companies in Huacheng. It is very powerful."

"Jewelry company..." Ning An's eyes were blurred and dazed, and his heart seemed to have stopped beating.

There is no such coincidence in the world.

impossible.

Impossible.

Song Shaoyan died a long time ago. He died in a mining accident. He died a long time ago.

"It's impossible..." Ning An lowered his head and lowered his eyelashes, "It's impossible..."

"Sister An An, don't scare me, what's wrong? Tell me what's wrong? What happened?"

"Nothing happened." Ning An returned the tie to Xiaoduo and stood up slowly, "Nothing happened."

Song Shaoyan has been dead for five years.

That bastard bastard is long dead!

Ning An ran out of Mo Xiu's bedroom.

Ran out quickly!

Her hands were shaking all the time, her expression was dazed, at a loss, and her mind was blank.

Mo Xiu's voice is not like Song Shaoyan's. They are two people and Song Shaoyan has been dead long ago!

My heart was beating hard, I was palpitating, I was palpitating, and I couldn't stop no matter what.
Chapter completed!