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

She was sobbing by the end.

Jiang Wan even had the leisure to help her get a tissue and asked without any malicious intent, "Do you know him well?"

"Yes." She wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, realized something was wrong and quickly explained, "Because we are neighbors, I know his affairs better, don't get me wrong."

"I didn't misunderstand." Jiang Wan said calmly, "I just want to say that since you know him well, you should know one thing, which is why I like him."

Song Jingshu avoided his gaze.

She thought her secrets had been exposed, and she didn't even dare to look Jiang Wan in the eye.

Jiang Wan didn't seem to notice her strangeness, and listed Song Xing'an's advantages. "He is a college student from a prestigious university, has ideals and ambitions, and pursues his own life goals. Although he has encountered the injustice of fate, he still has a rare kindness and purity. I believe that people like him will succeed sooner or later. As a boyfriend, he is considerate and careful enough, and he looks okay. I like him, isn't it wrong?"

Bitterness welled up in her heart. Song Jingshu curled the corners of her mouth and agreed with her, "Yes, he is very good."

"So I can understand why you like him."

"I, I didn't."

Her denial was a little pale.

Jiang Wan just stared at her quietly, "Little girl, you can't hide the look in your eyes when you like someone."

Her breathing stagnated, but she did not deny her feelings for him. "I like him, but I have never thought of competing with you."

"Fight?" Jiang Wan smiled after the word lingered on her tongue. "When we were dating, he was single, and I was single too. We were in a normal relationship. If you didn't want to get involved, there would be no fight. If you wanted to get involved, that's not called competition, that's called destruction."

Song Jingshu looked at her in surprise, obviously feeling that she was completely different from what she had imagined.

He looks gentle and harmless, but his words are merciless.

Jiang Wan didn't care what she thought, she just asked, "Is there anything else you want to say to me?"

After she shook her head, Jiang Wan made a gesture of invitation, "Your...friend must be waiting anxiously downstairs, let's go down together."

There were two people sitting on the sofa in the hotel lobby.

Jiang Wan's eyes were only fixed on the person near the glass window.

And Song Jingshu behind her also saw that person.

The man's black down jacket is draped over the armrest of the sofa, and his white turtleneck sweater is relatively loose, making the boy look more youthful, gentler and more casual.

He leaned forward slightly, his bangs covering his eyebrows, and he stared at the screen of his mobile phone seriously. No one knew what he was looking at, and he gave people a gentle feeling.

Song Jingshu looked dazed. When she was in school, he always stayed quietly in the corner reading. The scene before her seemed to pull her back to the past.

Her gaze stayed on him for a few seconds, then Song Jingshu looked at a man sitting on another single sofa, wearing a black suit and a long, wide coat draped over his arm.

Compared to Song Xingan's youthfulness, his noble and aggressive temperament is obviously more attractive to young girls.

But how can I just forget someone I liked when I was young?

Jiang Wan didn't care about their so-called male and female protagonists.

When she went downstairs and saw Song Xingan, she felt suddenly relieved.

She smiled and took a few steps forward.

It wasn't until a pair of plush snow boots came into view that the boy on the sofa noticed that the person he was waiting for appeared.

"Wanwan." Song Xing'an raised his eyes, and his expressionless face suddenly broke into a smile. He stood up and held her hand.

Jiang Wan interlocked her fingers with him, "When did you come? You must have been waiting for a long time, right?"

"Not long ago, just arrived."

The man who was flipping through the newspaper heard her voice, looked away from the newspaper and looked elsewhere. When he saw the person standing there, staring at them with red eyes, Li Mingjue's face suddenly darkened.

He strode up to Song Jingshu, raised his hand to pinch her chin, and forced her to look at him. There was a dangerous light flashing in his hawk-like eyes.

"What are you looking at? Why are you crying? Did that person say something?"

Jiang Wan heard these words clearly.

Song Jingshu was distracted for a moment and didn't reply to him in time. After she came to her senses, she said angrily, "It has nothing to do with you!"

"Be good, tell me, I'll help you vent your anger."

"none of your business."

The man's eyes grew colder.

Jiang Wan took Song Xing'an's arm, walked up to them, and sighed, "Sir, although I don't know what your relationship with her is, I still want to say that you should be gentle when talking to girls. She cried because of you, not because of anyone else, but because of you. You are always so strong and domineering, how can she not be afraid?"

"Really?" he asked Song Jingshu.

Song Jingshu nodded randomly, "Who told you to always do things I don't like?"

She didn't want Song Xing'an to know about their affairs, and she didn't want Song Xing'an to see her embarrassment even more.

Li Mingjue's expression eased a lot, and he smiled and pinched her cheek, "So that's how it is. Be good, and I'll do whatever you say."

"I won't bother you anymore." Jiang Wan ignored the two and asked her boyfriend, "Have you had breakfast?"

"I've eaten." Song Xing'an nodded. "Do you want to eat here or have breakfast outside?"

She thought for a moment and asked, "Is Grandpa Song setting up his stall in the morning?"

Song Xing'an woke up early in the morning and followed Grandpa Song to set up the stall to do business. When it was past eight o'clock and there were fewer people eating, he hurried to the hotel.

"Set up the stall." The two walked over, picked up the clothes on the sofa and put them on, "Want to go over?"

"Well, let's try some of your specialties."

The two of them arrived a little late, and many stalls had already closed.

She held a cup of hot milk tea in her hand, her eyes fell on the stall next to her, and she asked curiously, "What is a pancake? Is it delicious?"

Song Xingan bought one and handed it to her.

I took the milk tea from her hand and watched her hold the cake with both hands and take a big bite.

She doesn't have much appetite, especially in the morning.

I drank half a cup of milk tea and only ate half of a pancake.

Song Xing'an naturally helped her take care of the remaining food.

The people setting up stalls here are all old neighbors who know Song Xingan. Seeing that the young couple have a good relationship, they tease and ridicule them one after another, saying that he brought back such a beautiful girlfriend.

Grandpa Song couldn't stop smiling.

Jiang Wan looked calm.

The people around him blushed and responded to the teasing of outsiders shyly.

"Uncle and aunt, you guys are busy. I'll take my friend to the park." He said, trying his best to stay calm.

There were almost no people in the park. The snow had not been cleared, and it was all white. It made a crackling sound when people stepped on it.

Jiang Wan walked to a bench, squatted down and piled something with snow.

Song Xing quietly accompanied her in making snowballs.

She made two little snowmen and put them together, drew a heart to circle them, pointed at the two snowmen and said, one is him and the other is herself.

It can be seen that he liked it very much and took several photos in a row.

"Song Xing'an, can you sense that I like you? Can you sense my true love for you?" Her eyes were sincere, as if filled with infinite tenderness.

Song Xingan didn't understand why she suddenly said this, and nodded with a red face, "Yeah."

If she didn't like it, why would she come here?

Even if you like his appearance, you still like him.

"Some people don't believe it and think it's better for us to separate."