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

"It seems to make sense." She said lightly.

[That's right. As a system, we are serving the host, and it is our duty to give the host advice. The host has received the information about the target person. Does the host have any questions? ]

After hearing her say that there was no more, the system said a few words of official encouragement and then went offline.

It was said that when Yiren and Yitong just started talking, Song Xing'an called her back.

No one heard.

He turned around and left with his phone in hand.

Song Jingshu stopped in front of him and cried, "Brother Xing'an, please help me. I don't know who else to turn to except you."

"I can not help you."

Song Xing'an was in no mood to listen to her crying, so he continued to make calls to avoid her.

Still no answer.

"Brother Xing'an, we have known each other for so long, and I have never asked you for anything. I really have no other choice. Can't you help me this time?" She cried and caught up with him. Her heart seemed to be torn apart, and tears as big as beans burst out of her eyes.

She has loved him for six whole years!

Why can't I get into his heart?

He didn't even turn his head.

I was so flustered that I changed from walking to running.

The cold wind was biting, cutting into my face like a knife.

He ran to the intersection, but didn't see any taxi, so he had to run to the hotel where she was staying. Along the way, he made several phone calls, but no one answered.

When they were almost at the hotel, he called her again.

This time, I got through...

Jiang Wan heard the news from the phone.

She didn't speak up.

The whistling wind stopped, the boy's breathing became disordered, and he said cautiously in a hoarse voice: "Wan Wan."

"Yeah." She responded and asked bluntly, "I heard everything just now. Who is that person? What is your relationship with her? What did she ask you to do?"

"I'm almost at the hotel. Can I explain it to you in person?"

The other party remained silent.

"Wanwan..." His tone became even more helpless, fearing that the person on the phone would not give him a chance to explain.

"it is good."

Hearing her response to him, Song Xing'an's eyes were filled with tears.

He didn't dare to delay any longer and went straight to her floor and knocked on her door.

The door opened and she just glanced at him before turning and walking inside.

The pair of eyes that always looked at him with a smile now looked distant.

He quickly followed her into the room and closed the door.

She sat on the bed, her eyes fixed on the TV screen, pressing the remote control in her hand without giving him any extra glances.

This has never happened before.

My heart felt like it was being tightly grasped by a pair of invisible hands. It hurt so much.

Song Xing'an squatted down in front of her, held her hands with both hands, stopped her from changing the channel, and explained to her everything that happened on the phone.

"The voice you heard on the phone is a classmate of mine who is also my neighbor. I don't have much contact with her on a regular basis. But when we were in school, she wrote me a love letter, but I didn't agree." He told him everything.

She fixed her calm gaze on him, waiting for him to continue.

"She just suddenly told me that there was a suitor who had been pestering her and wanted me to play his boyfriend and help her solve the problem. I didn't agree. I have nothing to do with her."

She lowered her eyelids and said calmly, "Come to think of it, when we had nothing to do with each other, I once told others that you were my boyfriend and helped me keep away peach blossoms."

"You are different from her." He said without thinking.

"What's the difference?"

Song Xingan quickly added, "At that time, I was still single, so it didn't matter what you said, but now I have a girlfriend, so even if I pretend to be someone else's boyfriend, it's not right."

There is nothing wrong with this answer.

But she was also dissatisfied.

She pulled her hand back, threw the remote control aside, held his face in her hands, copied his features, and said slowly, "Song Xing'an, you know what happened in my last relationship. After going through that, I can't tolerate any sand in my eyes."

"I know, I'll keep my distance from others."

He has beautiful eyes, with double eyelids that are neither wide nor narrow, long eyelashes, and slightly upturned tails of his eyes, creating a heart-warming curve.

It really makes people feel itchy.

She leaned over and placed a gentle kiss on the corner of his eye, stroking his cheek with her fingertips, and said softly: "Then please remember, my dear boyfriend, don't do anything beyond the boundaries of ordinary friends. If you do, I will withdraw from this relationship without hesitation."

He panicked when he heard her words and shook his head violently, "No, never, I will never do anything that crosses the line."

He thought about a lot of things on the way from home to the hotel.

I also realized the fact that I liked her much more than I thought.

Even though they had only been dating for two months, he was deeply involved in this relationship that many people did not approve of and could not extricate himself.

After all this trouble, even though she knew it was freezing cold outside, she still wanted to go out and take a breath.

Song Xing'an put on her coat and hat, helped her tie her scarf, and took her hand and put it in his pocket.

Just as the two were walking out of the hotel, a girl in a white down jacket came towards them.

Song Jingshu looked at the two people who had a close relationship and was suddenly stunned. Her usually serious face softened a lot.

Is that his girlfriend?

It turned out that it wasn't that he couldn't smile gently, he just didn't smile in front of her.

Her cell phone vibrated and she knew it was that person calling again.

She tightened her grip on the phone, and as she looked at the two well-matched people, the thought in her mind grew stronger.

She didn't mean to ruin anyone's feelings.

But there was really no other way. There was no suitable person around, so she could only ask him to do her a small favor out of their friendship over the years.

I have a clear conscience and can say it in front of his girlfriend.

After figuring it out, Song Jingshu ran up to them and stopped them.

With tears in her eyes, she made her request almost pleadingly.

Jiang Wan frowned and said unhappily, "I've said so much, but I still don't know what to call you."

"My name is Song Jingshu."

"Ms. Song, you asked my boyfriend to pretend to be your boyfriend when we first met. Is that inappropriate?"

"I know it's difficult, but I really have no other choice." The little girl clasped her hands together and looked at them with wet eyes. "That man is in this hotel. If I don't tell him this, he won't leave. It's just a matter of two or three minutes. Sister, Brother Xing'an, please help me, okay? I'll treat you to dinner later."

Jiang Wan pulled back her hand, glanced at Song Xing'an, and said softly, "You and I have been childhood sweethearts. Since I am asking you to do this, I, as an outsider, cannot make the decision. You should make the decision yourself."

Hearing this, the pretty and lively little girl looked at him eagerly.

She said it’s okay, so Brother Xing’an can always help her.

"I can't help you with that." Song Xing'an refused without any hesitation and continued to hold his girlfriend's hand, completely ignoring Song Jingshu's dimming eyes.

His girlfriend held his hand back, and Song Xing'an's eyes sparkled with stars.

Seeing that Song Jingshu had no intention of leaving, he added: "Since you feel that the other party is unsafe, then don't take the initiative to go on a date. You can call the police or go directly to the police station to report the case. Both are more convincing than finding someone to pretend to be your boyfriend."