I, Sand Sculpture Shou, fall in love [Quick Transmigration]

The hero seems to be meeting someone like He Jia for the first time, and finds it very interesting, so he does not hesitate to drive four or five hours a day to find him on the male channel, just to listen to his nonsense.

He Jia felt that Lu Jinjiang's hero—oh no, Lu Jinjiang's attack was much better than those of the male protagonists. Not only was he handsome, he spoke politely and gracefully, and he didn't throw away his socks casually.

No wonder the salary is much higher than that of the male frequency.

Gong called Xie Qixing, He Jia said it was a strange name, Xie Qixing said dissatisfied: "In our Lujinjiang, only people with high status can be named Xie, and only the protagonist can be called Xing."

Later, when He Jia was free, he took a stroll to the studios on the list to have a look, and it was true.

After Xie Qixing knew that He Jia was playing the role of gangster full-time, he specially introduced a dozen younger brothers from Jinjiang to support him.When Xie Qixing asked him how those younger brothers were doing, He Jia nodded, not embarrassed to say that he was so worried that his hair was falling out.

Are those people still gangsters? How can gangsters gossip about male and female protagonists every day?

How can there be a gangster who works hard every day and wants to be admitted to Tsinghua University?

It's a total embarrassment to them!

He Jia drank a bottle of beer and wiped his mouth, turned around and saw Xie Qixing staring at him, with him in his dark pupils.

He Jia suddenly remembered something: "Brother, what about that... child you saw that day? You two have only progressed to kidnapping, so it shouldn't be so soon, right?"

Xie Qixing sighed: "Recently, there was another crackdown, and all the staff were asked to do a questionnaire, and it turned out that the child really has a problem with IQ."

Xie Qixing pinched the bridge of his nose: "It involves moral and legal issues, the book has been sealed."

He Jia: "..."

He smiled regretfully and gloated twice.

Then he comforted Xie Qixing: "You are hundreds of millions in a minute, and you don't have any money like me. Even if you rest for a few years, it's okay."

Xie Qixing said: "You don't understand, if you don't work hard, you will be abandoned by the times."

He Jia applauded him, "As expected of the overlord...I want someone to hang everything I say on the wall."

"..." Xie Qixing rolled his eyes at him.

The relationship between He Jia and Xie Qixing is getting stronger and stronger, and they work hand in hand every day—although He Jia is the only one working part-time, drinking in the small room uniformly allocated to him by the male frequency sub-bureau at night.

That night, He Jia played an old Hong Kong movie on his small broken projector, and there was constant sound of fighting and killing guns on the TV. He listened to Cantonese poetry that he couldn't understand at all: "Brother! It's brotherhood!"

Xie Qixing sat on the ground leaning against the sofa, propped his head up and watched him grinning as he bared his teeth and claws.

Later, He Jia drank too much and slept crookedly on the bed, feeling itchy forehead.

He Jia thought it was his younger brother in a trance, and said, "Don't touch me, be careful, I will beat you."

There was a chuckle next to him, and He Jia felt a warm touch on his cheek. It was a person's hand touching his face.

He frowned and opened his eyes, and saw Xie Qixing's magnified face that was still flawless.

The distance between He Jia and Xie Qixing was very close, but He Jia didn't notice anything wrong, and said with a big tongue: "Our male leads rarely have such good skin as yours, what skin care products do you use? Are they expensive? "

Xie Qixing: "..."

He lowered his head and gently kissed He Jia's lips.

He Jia smelled the alcohol in his nose, and because of the blessing of the hero's halo, it didn't smell bad at all, and He Jia felt the soft touch of his lips.

After kissing, he looked up at He Jia, his eyes were as bright as stars in the darkness.

He Jia was silent for a full minute, and under Xie Qixing's expectant gaze, he jumped two meters high and pushed him onto the bed, and slammed his face with a pillow!

Damn Xipi, I was careless, I forgot that Lujinjiang only has lingering love stories, no socialist brotherhood!