My Darling (我的曼达林)

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Jian Bianlin: "You really think it's pretty?"

Chu Jian: "Of course it's pretty."

Jian Bianlin was silent for some time. "I'll buy it for you."

Chu Jian: "Really? That probably wouldn't be right..."

Jian Bianlin: "Your birthday present for next month."

She was thrilled now and immediately accepted this gladly. "Oh yeah, that's true. Last year for your birthday, I even gave you a globe."

That day, when he pulled out his lucky money that he had prepared in advance and went to pay, the saleswoman was thoroughly amused. Never before had she seen two children who looked to be only in first or second grade buy clothes all alone. It was too novel a scene.

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The towel covering his face was yanked off. A shaft of light stabbed against his eyelids. He used the back of his hand to block it before opening his eyes slightly.

Xiao Yu grinned. "Xie Ge told you to head over to where he is."

Jian Bianlin stretched out his arms wide. In a rather good mood, he flipped over and hopped to his feet. Grabbing his top and slipping it on, he picked up his baseball cap from the floor, clapped it onto his head, and strode out of the dance practice studio.

Several girls in their company were still preparing for the birthday event. Although they had the status of being his fellow colleague and were very composed when facing celebrities, they still could not help stealing a couple of extra glances when they suddenly saw such a hot guy stepping out from the dance studio, his short hair dampened and the view of his backside practically emitting an explosion of male hormones...

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Tonight, Chu Jian for once was actually not with Jian Bianlin and was working overtime in order to take care of some of her work matters.

In various WeChat groups, including one for the nail salons, another for her nail aesthetics training business, one for national product distribution, etc., she chatted all the way until eleven o'clock. Voice messages were sent one after another, and now, even her voice was hoarse. At last, everyone bid good night to one another, and the discussions could be considered concluded.

However, in just the space of time when she went to get herself a cup of warm water, those several groups burst into pandemonium again.

Bombarding her were all sorts of screenshots of Weibo posts, photographs, and screenshots of the top-trending searches on Weibo. The Weibo screenshots all contained the same hashtag—#JianBianlinRuanXi#.

When Chu Jian saw these four words placed together, her heart gave a skip.

She was not very fond of using Weibo and did not even manage the Weibo account of her nail aesthetics company herself. Even though she had registered a personal Weibo account in the early years, very shortly after, it had been hacked, and when she logged into it again, it had been flooded with a mess of spam posts... Therefore, unlike the other people in her WeChat groups who would refresh their Weibos day and night, she was unable to get all the different latest, up-to-the-minute gossip.