Quick Wear: She Became the Beloved of the Short-lived Male Supporting Character

He picked up the person and carried him sideways, and after the driver opened the door, he carefully placed the person in the back seat.

There was a doctor on duty at the hospital. We took an appointment, took X-rays, and confirmed that there were no bone injuries and that it was just a ligament sprain. He then prescribed her an ointment to reduce swelling and relieve pain.

Jiang Wan sat on a chair in the hospital corridor. Song Xing'an, holding the medicine, knelt on one knee in front of her without thinking, holding her calf with his hand, moving down along her fair and delicate calf with smooth lines. Her pair of jade feet were particularly delicate, and could be grasped in one hand. They were as delicate as a work of art. When his palm touched the creamy skin, he realized that his behavior was not appropriate.

He quickly looked away, and for a moment he looked like he was about to be cooked, even his neck was red.

Song Xing'an loosened the grip on her calf with his fingers and hesitated whether to get up or help her apply the medicine. Then he heard her take a breath as if she was suppressing the pain.

He instantly put aside his shyness and looked at her worriedly, "What's wrong? Does it hurt?"

She nodded.

She has lost her gentle and cold temperament, and now looks soft and pitiful, as pitiful as a wounded cat.

"Student Song, please be gentle when you apply the medicine to me," she said softly.

His Adam's apple moved, and he lowered his eyelids and hummed lightly.

He gently applied the ointment in his hand to her ankle joint. Sensing his gentle movements, the girl's tense state relaxed.

The driver bought her a pair of flat shoes, but she still couldn't walk much in them, so Song Xingan carried her all the way to the parking lot.

I asked him to go back to the dormitory first, but he refused and said he would take the nearby subway back.

Jiang Wan didn't force it anymore, she raised the phone in her hand and said to him, "Send me a message when you get to the dormitory safely."

"it is good."

Song Xing'an calculated how long it would take to drive from the place where they separated to where he lived. He did not message her immediately after she arrived at the dormitory. Considering that she had already arrived home, he waited another five minutes before messaging her.

Song Xing'an: I'm at the dormitory. Are you home yet?

Two minutes later, there was a ding-dong from the phone.

He opened the dialog box and the other party sent him a photo.

The photo shows the puppy she raised.

Jiang Wan: When I got home, the little guy greeted me warmly.

Song Xing'an edited the precautions his doctor had given him into text and sent it to her.

Jiang Wan: Got it. I let Song down today and now I owe you a favor. I will treat Song to a meal some other day.

He knew he should refuse and shouldn't have any more involvement with her. He typed out the three words "No need", and when his fingertips touched the send, he chose to clear it. Finally, he replied and told her to go to bed early.

Jiang Wan: Okay, good night, sweet dreams.

Song Xingan silently said "good night and sweet dreams" and replied: Yeah.

Before going to bed, Jiang Wan took the ointment out of the bag and placed it on the bedside table. However, when she took the medicine bottle out of the box, several bills fell out.

She counted it, five hundred yuan.

Jiang Wan smiled silently. This man didn't even mention a word. Wasn't he afraid that she wouldn't see the money and it would be wasted?

Jiang Wan sent him a message: I saw the money, it seems that just treating you to a meal is not enough.

Song Xing'an: The money should be given to you.

Jiang Wan: Forget it. I won’t push it back with you. I’ll take the money. After my foot injury heals, I’ll treat you to dinner. You can’t refuse.

Song Xingan: Okay.

Jiang Wan: I have to treat you.

Song Xingan: Okay.

There were more contacts between the two on their phones.

Of course, most of the time it was Jiang Wan who took the initiative to send him messages and take some photos of the daily life of the puppies, and he would reply with a message saying they were very cute, and occasionally ask about her foot injury.

The first thing Jiang Wan did after her foot injury healed was to go to his workplace and bought him a strawberry cake.

"Thank you for your help last time, classmate Song. This small cake is not a token of my respect, I hope you don't mind. I have an appointment with a friend, so I won't wait for classmate Song to get off work today. Bye."

Song Xing'an didn't even have time to say no.

She came and left in a hurry.

The colleagues next to him gave him a playful look.

"girlfriend?"

Song Xingan carefully put the cake into the counter below, "No, a friend."

The boy's eyes lit up: "She's really not my girlfriend."

"No."

The boy nudged him with his elbow and said shyly, "Can I have her contact information?"

Song Xing'an raised his eyes and said expressionlessly, "Neither do I."

He said it without any guilt.

The boy insisted: "Then next time she comes over, can you help me get her contact information?"

"I can't help you." He refused flatly.

Seeing his firm attitude, the boy curled his lips and said nothing more.

In the next few days, Jiang Wan became a regular customer of the coffee shop.

Every time he talked to Song Xing'an, he was smiling and looked like he was in a good mood.

The people in the store figured out something.

Could it be that this beautiful young lady has taken a fancy to Song Xingan and wants to pursue him?

However, Song Xing'an has no other advantages except that he looks good.

Among those who asked her for their contact information were many good-looking business elites.

Those people are so much better than this taciturn poor boy who relies on working to earn his living expenses and tuition.

Why would such a beautiful girl fall for a poor student?

His colleagues were dissatisfied with his ungratefulness for the good things he had, but they still taught him that it was okay to show off sometimes, but one must know when to stop. If others lose interest, all his showing off will become a joke.

Song Xing'an was just concentrating on the task at hand and didn't take their words to heart.

He thought that he and Miss Jiang knew each other because of Qin Mulin, and they could be called friends at best. How could Miss Jiang like him or look down upon him?

She had never said that she was interested in him. If he thought too much and thought that she had feelings for him, it would be a huge joke.

Several shop assistants in the store even made private bets on how long the young lady dressed in designer clothes could last.

For three to five days, they just watched the show.

But in half a month, they saw this beautiful lady having coffee ten days a week. They were just envious that a coffee shop clerk could win the favor of such a beautiful lady.

The key is that the girl was very tactful. She only came over to order a cup of coffee, talked to him for a few words, and sat in the corner for half an hour when there were not many people in the store.

Today is Sunday.

It's time for that young lady to come over again.

There is obviously an increase in the number of customers in the store today, and most of them are men.

The reason is self-evident.

Some men had a bouquet of beautiful flowers on their tables. Their seats were close to the corners, but the innermost table was left empty.

The uniformed clerk glanced at Song Xing who was standing in front of the cash register and moved closer to him.

Seeing that the other party didn't seem to care about what happened in the store, the boy hid the sarcasm in his eyes, held up two fingers, and whispered in a tone of watching the fun:

"See that man in the grey suit? The watch on his wrist is worth more than we workers can earn in our lifetime. He has been visiting our store almost every day this month. Tell me why?"