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

"Well, thinking that peace and safety means good, I named him An An. What's wrong?" She tilted her head, with confusion in her gentle tone.

"Ahem, nothing." Qin Mulin cleared his throat and said seriously, "It's just a coincidence. Let me introduce you. This is my cousin Jiang Wan. These three are my roommates. The one with flaxen hair is Qin Sheng, who has the same last name as me. The one with the baby face is Zhang Keyu."

Both of them politely greeted her sister.

Qin Mulin introduced the last person, "And this one, Song Xingan, has the same name as my cousin's pet."

"Really?" Jiang Wan raised her eyes and met the boy's dark eyes that showed no emotion. She asked in a soft voice, "I wonder if classmate Song would mind if I call this little guy like that. If he does, I'll change his name."

Song Xingan's heart seemed to be gently touched by something, and he suppressed the strange feeling in his heart and said lightly: "I don't mind, it's your choice to name it..."

Before he could finish his words, he felt something strange on his shoe and his whole body froze.

When he lowered his eyes, he saw that the Samoyed, known as the "Smiling Angel", had solved its physiological problem on his shoes and was looking up at him happily.

"An An!" she called out anxiously.

The little cub wagged its tail happily, ran up to her, and rubbed its head against her calf, looking like it was trying to please her.

This little guy is really good, he is great at assists.

The one being called was the chubby little fellow, but it sounded different to the ears of several people. Even Qin Mulin's eyes when he looked at Song Xing'an had a hint of teasing.

She leaned over and picked up the puppy, holding its front legs with both hands, and turned it to face Song Xingan. She said apologetically, "Hurry up and apologize to this handsome big brother. You really make me worry. Mr. Song, I'm really sorry for making your shoes dirty. We only have slippers at home. Mulin, you and your friend should change into a pair of slippers first and go to the bathroom to wash them."

Song Xing'an ignored the teasing looks from the others and followed Qin Mulin into the front door. Qin Sheng and the other person had the choice between following him in directly or staying in the yard to talk to this beautiful sister, and chose the latter.

It's not like they haven't seen beautiful girls before, but they have never seen one as beautiful as this one. Especially this young lady's temperament, which is both elegant and bookish.

Zhang Keyu asked cheerfully, "Is this little fellow your sister is raising a Samoyed? I also have a puppy at home, a Chow Chow, which is usually very quiet and docile, but every time I go home on vacation, it is always the first one to come out to greet me..."

Compared to Zhang Keyu's liveliness, Qin Sheng appears more mature and stable.

He had never raised a dog, so he just stood aside and listened to the two people chatting, and only occasionally interjected a word.

Jiang's mother came out and called them into the house. Zhang Keyu then ended the topic with a feeling of unfulfilled desire. The two of them greeted Jiang's mother very politely.

Jiang's mother walked over to Jiang Wan, and even though the wheelchair was automatic, she took the initiative to push her daughter into the house.

Song Xingyuan came out of the bathroom wearing slippers.

Unlike the calmness he showed when he came, he was holding two wet shoes in his hands, looking a little aggrieved and helpless.

He originally wanted to clean the uppers of his shoes, but Qin Mulin just threw his shoes into the washbasin, turned on the faucet and rinsed the shoes. His shoes were soaked, and he could only go back wearing disposable slippers today.

He looked up and saw the girl sitting in the wheelchair, and all the inappropriate emotions on his face disappeared.

The dog suddenly spilled water on his shoes, which no one expected.

There is really no need to bother Miss Jiang over such a small matter.

Forget it, just go back in slippers. If all else fails, it’s okay to wear wet shoes. It’s not like he has worn shoes soaked by rain before.

"Have you cleaned your shoes?" The girl raised her fair neck and stared at him with clear eyes.

"Yeah." Song Xing'an's Adam's apple slid, "It's been cleaned."

"I've already taught An An a lesson in the yard. I'm so sorry for causing you trouble."

Song Xing'an's eyes flashed with unnatural emotions, and he whispered, "It's okay, Miss Jiang, don't take it to heart."

The food in the restaurant was ready and several people took their seats.

Zhang Keyu wanted to sit next to Jiang Wan, but Qin Mulin put his arm around his shoulders and brought him to sit next to him.

He wanted his cousin to meet more handsome boys, but it was enough to just look at them. In his opinion, none of these three guys were worthy of his cousin.

It is more appropriate for Song Xingan, who is taciturn and has little presence, to sit next to her. He doesn't like to interact with girls and won't have any bad intentions.

There was no rule of not talking while eating or sleeping at the dinner table. Zhang Keyu mentioned some interesting things that happened in the dormitory, which made Jiang's mother laugh continuously.

Qin Mulin said that this guy always remembered his dark history, but his words were actually trying to make fun of him and liven up the atmosphere at the dinner table.

After dinner, aunt brought up the cake.

Jiang Wan waited for Qin Mulin to put the candles on the two-layer cake, then asked the boys, "Do you want to take a group photo?"

"Okay, okay." Zhang Keyu responded happily.

They thought they were going to take a photo with the beautiful sister, but they didn't expect that the beautiful sister was taking the photo for them.

What's so good about taking pictures of these grown men? He thought with some disappointment.

Jiang Wan took several photos in a row and put away her phone. "I'll edit the photos and send them to you."

Zhang Keyu took the opportunity to ask, "Sister, can I add you on WeChat?"

"of course."

After adding Zhang Keyu and Qin Sheng’s contact information, she set her sights on Song Xingan.

The boy, who had been mentally prepared, opened the QR code and handed over his mobile phone with a stern expression.

At half past seven, the four of them left the villa together, each carrying a snack.

The taxi they ordered could not enter the garden and had to park outside the residential area. Qin Mulin opened the taxi-hailing app, and the four of them walked slowly out under the light of the street lights that had already been turned on in the community.

As for what Song Xingan was wearing on his feet, they were a pair of wet shoes.

Soaking your feet in wet shoes is acceptable, but it is also uncomfortable.

Song Xingan had a question in his mind, but after hesitating for a moment he suppressed the thought.

Some questions were not for him to ask.

But someone asked him the question without asking.

"Mulin, is your sister's leg injured?"

"Well, she was injured a little before. She can stand up, but the doctor said she shouldn't walk too much, so in addition to regular rehabilitation, my aunt lets her use a wheelchair."

Upon hearing this, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

After leaving the residential area, the four of them waited for a car at a security booth not far away. Just then, Song Xing'an's phone vibrated. He thought it was some spam message, so he opened the phone and glanced at it casually. When he saw that the message was from a contact with the note "Jiang", he subconsciously pressed the lock screen and glanced at the other three people.

One was watching a short video app, one was playing his own game of stealing vegetables, and another kept refreshing the distance between the car and them.

Didn't they hear from her?

The phone is still vibrating.

He pursed his lips and opened the chat page.

The other party sent him two messages.

The angle of the photo is very good. Behind the four people are pastoral-style decorations, in front of them is an exquisite double-layer cake. The four people are facing the camera, and the dim light above their heads shines on them.

In the photo, he is positioned slightly to the back, which softens his facial features and makes him look a lot gentler.

——I found that good-looking people don’t need photo retouching. Look, even the light favors you.