Gu Jingyan's memory of that night only stayed at this place.

Someone saved him.

Han Ruoxing thought of Gu Jingyan's test of Song Jiayu tonight. Song Jiayu said that she found Gu Jingyan on the shore.

Then there are two possibilities. One is that Song Jiayu lied and she was the one who rescued Gu Jingyan from the water.

But this possibility was quickly denied by Han Ruoxing.

Song Jiayu would never hide her contribution to Gu Jingyan's affairs.

If she jumped into the water to save Gu Jingyan, how could she not let Gu Jingyan know about it and take credit for it?

Then there is the second possibility. Someone else came to rescue Gu Jingyan, and Song Jiayu missed it.

The question is, how does she know exactly where to go to pick up the leak?

She thought about what Gu Jingyan had asked Song Jiayu before. He suspected that it was Mo Mingxuan who called Song Jiayu over?

Han Ruoxing frowned and didn't speak for a long time.

Just when she was in a daze, she felt itchy on her neck.

She looked down and saw that Gu Jingyan was clumsily tying the necklace for her.

She was stunned for a moment, What are you doing?

Gu Jingyan whispered, New Year's gift.

It took him a while to finish it, then he looked at Han Ruoxing with bright eyes and whispered in her ear, I gave it a nice gift.

Han Ruoxing was inexplicably unable to react. When she pulled down the mirror and saw the necklace around her neck, she immediately understood.

This necklace is very similar to the one Mo Mingxuan gave him before, but the workmanship is more fine.

She suddenly understood the omitted part of Gu Jingyan's sentence - the one I gave was prettier than the one he gave.

Han Ruoxing reached out and touched the necklace around her neck, and after a while she said, I still think the hairpin you gave to Song Jiayu looks better. I spent a long time choosing it.

Gu Jingyan...

Han Ruoxing narrowed her eyes and looked at him, The woman who stole my things to see me off, do you think your relationship is too stable and want some excitement?

Gu Jingyan murmured for a long time before saying, It's not stealing. You dropped it on the ground and I picked it up.

Can you give away what you picked up?

Gu Jingyan muttered an explanation for a long time before Han Ruoxing understood.

He brought many gifts to the Song family, and everyone prepared them, but Song Jiayu was forgotten.

Song Jiayu is a sensitive person, and she will definitely become suspicious when she notices such abnormal behavior.

Gu Jingyan was so smart that he took the hairpin he found in his pocket as a gift and gave it to Song Jiayu alone.

Given alone and worn by one's own hands, Song Jiayu must not be confused by Gu Jingyan's beauty trap?

Compared with the New Year gifts that were the same as everyone else's, it was obvious that this kind of special meaning gift made her feel that Gu Jingyan was different to her.

Song Jiayu has seen the world more than she does, and won't care about the nine-nine-dollar hairpin like she does.

For Song Jiayu, what is valuable is not the value of the card, but the person who sends it.

Han Ruoxing fantasized about what would happen if Gu Jingyan didn't prepare a gift and used a nine-nine-dollar hairpin to fool her.

It is estimated that they will have a fight that night.

The cheers of the crowd could be heard in the distance, and as the countdown reached zero, fireworks lit up the sky.

The new year is here.

Han Ruoxing watched the fireworks through the glass, turned around and kissed Gu Jingyan, saying softly, Gu Jingyan, Happy New Year.

Gu Jingyan didn't say anything, he leaned on the passenger seat and intertwined his fingers with hers, gently covering her belly.

I don't know how long it took, but Han Ruoxing said, I suddenly thought of something, why did your ligation surgery fail?

After saying that, no one responded after waiting for a long time. When he turned around, he saw that Gu Jingyan had fallen asleep.

Han Ruoxing sighed, then stood up, reached out to fasten his seat belt, and drove away.

Song family.

As soon as twelve o'clock passed, Song Wanqian yawned again and again, and both Song Tianjun and Mo Mingxuan drank a lot.

This was also the first time that Song Tianjun knew that Mo Mingxuan had such a good drinking capacity.

He was already a little drunk, but Mo Mingxuan could still speak very clearly.

The time was almost up and Mo Mingxuan was about to leave.

Song Wanqian held on for a moment as a token gesture, and then called the driver to see him off.

Mo Mingxuan declined, saying that his colleagues would pick him up.

Sure enough, after a while, the sound of a car engine was heard outside, and his colleague arrived.

After saying goodbye, Mo Mingxuan got in the car.

The person driving the car was his new apprentice. He had just graduated from graduate school half a year ago. He looked very young and a little reserved. After calling Mo Lu, he didn't know what to say?

Mo Mingxuan loosened the buttons on his collar, stretched his neck, and took out his cell phone to take a look.

There are hundreds of missed calls and voice messages, most of which are from my mother, and two WeChat messages are from Mo Shiyun. In addition, there are several messages from work, and New Year greetings sent by everyone.

He reached out and clicked on the message sent by Mo Shiyun. One message read, Who are you angry with during the Chinese New Year?

Another read, Your grandpa is angry.

Mo Mingxuan cleared the chat history expressionlessly and said calmly, Let's drive.

The young apprentice asked in a low voice, Mo Lu, where are you going?

Law firm, get something.

The young apprentice started the car.

The car hadn't driven far when the phone rang again.

He was a little irritated, thinking it was still his mother, but after clicking on it, it was Yang Yuwei who sent the message.

She sent a sentence.

Happy New Year, may you get rich and get the red envelope.

Mo Mingxuan read it many times.

This should not be sent in bulk.

He thought for a while and sent Yang Yuwei a red envelope.

Top grid, two hundred.

The other side closes in seconds.

Mo Mingxuan...

A few seconds later, Yang Yuwei sent a message, Sorry, I'm used to grabbing red envelopes.

Mo Mingxuan smiled and replied, It was originally given to you.

Yang Yuwei asked, Why did you send me a red envelope?

Mo Mingxuan thought for a while and said, Only your New Year's greetings are not like mass messages.

Yang Yuwei said, I am forwarding it.

Mo Mingxuan...

After a while, Yang Yuwei sent another message, For the sake of your red envelope, I will help you realize a New Year's wish.

Mo Mingxuan was amused, Can any wish be accepted?

Try to make your wish within 200 yuan. If my father knew that I was doing business at a loss, he would scold me for not living up to expectations.

Mo Mingxuan smiled for a while and replied, Then... I hope to receive your New Year blessings every year.

Yang Yuwei was stunned for a long time before replying Okay.

When the car passed by the drugstore, Mo Mingxuan asked his young apprentice to stop the car and buy some hangover medicine for himself.

Although he was not drunk, he still felt uncomfortable after drinking a lot.

After the young apprentice got out of the car, Mo Mingxuan leaned on the back of the chair to relax.

Not far away, a young couple was walking one behind the other. The woman was pregnant and had a bulging belly. She walked a little slowly. The man was a little impatient and turned around and muttered something from time to time.

The woman didn't know what she said, but the man got angry and walked away without looking back.

The woman stood on the curb, feeling a little sad. Then she stretched out her hands to lift her belly and slowly walked down the steps.

The man had already turned back to support her, but Mo Mingxuan still didn't take his eyes away.

He looked at the woman and inexplicably thought that Han Ruoxing subconsciously lifted her belly when she walked down the steps today.

(None today) (End of chapter)

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