Is it an illusion to always be loved by NPCs? [Quick Transmigration]

The cruise ship docked roared, and black smoke rose from the huge chimney.

The platform at the port where the ship was moored was full of people. When they saw the cruise ship come down from the platform, the voices of the people suddenly became jubilant. Look strange.

The people on the wheel crowded down from above, and the half-sized bamboo and rattan box that someone was carrying was knocked off, and he shouted loudly, but no one cared about him.

There was a black fedora hat trampled on the ground while walking, probably the one who accidentally dropped it, but now I can't pick it up if I want to go back and pick it up.

The weather in April is already stuffy, not to mention how hot it can be in this crowded place.

A beauty-loving lady took out a silk handkerchief from her pearl bag to wipe her sweat, and kept flicking her curly hair with bright red nails. Finally, after waiting for a long time, she finally found a lover who had not been seen for several months in the crowd. .

The lover's hair was wet with sweat, and his body was trembling from the impact, but he still held the cosmetic box tightly in his hand, finally came to the lady's side, and carefully handed over the things in his hand with a shy face.

The lady took it, looked at the foreign goods in her hand, thought that she could always show off to her sisters, put on a smile on her face, and was about to speak softly, when she looked up, she saw a person leaning far away beside the wheel .

The man just stood there, carrying a small square box in his hand. He was wearing a gray double-breasted suit with a white shirt without a tie inside. Knocking one after the other.

Originally a sophisticated attire but it didn't look sleek on him, it just made people feel casual and loose. His face was young, and he was in his early twenties.

It's a pity that he was a little far away, and couldn't see his careful appearance clearly, but his temperament was completely incompatible with others, which attracted others' eyes to him.

The lady turned her head to look at the short, sweaty lover next to her, and suddenly became bored, took the things in her hand, turned around and left with a pearl bag on her shoulders, leaving only a plump figure in a bright red cheongsam .

The lover stepped forward and hurriedly chased after him, and the man who kept lying down and doing small things to coax him opened his face again.

The lady looked back at the man from before, knowing in her heart that she would never be able to touch him, so she might as well find a more honest man who was easy to handle, thinking so, she leaned on the arm of her lover again.

Jiang Mi didn't know that he just stood there and caused such trouble.

Seeing that there were not many people getting off the boat, he put his hat back on his back and got off the boat too.

Jiang Mi's western-style attire showed that he was a good-looking man, and when someone glanced at him, he would spit on the barefoot guy angrily.

There are also people who want to come forward to do some business. Knowing that people like Jiang Mi are generous, they will definitely give enough tips.

A man in a short shirt stepped forward, with a sweat towel around his neck, "Sir, I will guide you wherever you are going."

Jiang Mi glanced at the row of rickshaws in the distance, and before he could open his mouth, someone patted his shoulder.

Two tall men with fierce faces looked at him carefully, and asked uncertainly, "Master Jiang?"

They were also not sure if the person in front of them was Jiang Mi, and they had no other way to identify him other than a photo from the year before last.

But Jiang Mi did laugh, very easy-going, with a youthful look on his body, "Did my dad ask you to pick me up?"

The two tall men hurriedly bowed, and then quickly took the box from Jiang Mi's hand, "Yes, yes, please also invite Young Master Jiang to come with us, the car is waiting for you outside."

This posture made the rickshaw driver, who originally wanted to give Jiang Mi a ride, back away in a hurry, and he didn't dare to come up to talk to him again.

Jiang Mi nodded indifferently, let them take his box, and was led by the two to a quiet place, where an old black Ford was parked.

Before Jiang Mi got to the side of the car, someone in the back seat pushed the door down.

It was a man who looked extremely gentle, wearing a sky blue gown and a pair of black cloth shoes on his feet.

There are a pair of black-rimmed round glasses on the bridge of the nose, the face is still cold and white even under the scorching sun, the lips are light red, the hair is combed neatly, but there is still a bit of uncontrollable curl under it, and the corners of the eyes are extremely small The lines on his face reveal that he is much older than Jiang Mi.

He looks very restrained and reserved, like the good-tempered teacher in an old-school private school.

He was half a head shorter than Jiang Mi, but he seemed to be from two different places.

The two men beside Jiang Mi called out respectfully, "Mr. Cheng." He looked at Jiang Mi again, holding his breath and preparing the words of recommendation.

But that Mr. Cheng first smiled and said, "Master Jiang, I am the person your father sent to pick you up. My name is Cheng Zhan."

Jiang Mi also smiled back and nodded, "Then shall I also call you Mr. Cheng?"

Cheng Zhan shook his head, lowered his eyes, adjusted the mirror frame, raised his head and smiled again, "You really love me, just call me by my name."

Jiang Mi took off the hat on his head, "What does that look like? You seem to be older than me? Why don't you call you Brother Cheng."

Cheng Zhan smiled, "Okay."

This year Jiang Mi has just turned 29, but Cheng Chan is already [-], so it is not a fake to call him brother.

Jiang Mi was a little hot from the sun, and wanted to take off his coat and roll up his sleeves, but it looked unsightly, so he said casually, "Get in the car first, and we will talk slowly later."

As soon as he finished speaking, the tall men on both sides opened the door of the back seat to let Jiang Mi in.

Jiang Mi didn't hesitate and just sat in.

That Cheng Zhan was also sitting in the back seat, leaning against Jiang Mi's right hand side, there was a distance between the two of them, neither close nor far, and it would not make people feel too alienated or too close, and they still kept their privacy. spatial.

Jiang Mi has tall legs and long legs. Although he is still young, his aura should not be underestimated. The originally spacious back seat is somehow cramped.

Cheng Chan sat upright, his waist was straight without intention, even if the car occasionally bumped a few times, he didn't shake it.

His body seemed a little slender, and the azure long gown was a little empty on his body, but he looked like a strict and well-behaved person.

Jiang Mi didn't think much of him, and he just treated him as an ordinary person.

Cheng Zhan first asked, "How are you doing abroad? Mr. Jiang has always missed you."

Jiang Mi also replied, "It's okay, and I'm doing well. By the way, how is my father's health now? I've been in correspondence with him for the past few years, so I don't know the details."

"Mr. Jiang has always been in good health. After all, Mr. Jiang is not too old."

The two of them just chatted one after another, and only talked about some superficial issues.

The car drove for a long time until it stopped in front of a single-family small western-style building. The two tall men driving in front turned around and said, "Master Jiang, Mr. Cheng, we're here."

After speaking, he hurried down and opened the door for the two people in the back seat.

Jiang Mi stepped down from the car, nodded with Cheng Zhan next to him, and then Jiang Mi walked into the single-family mansion first.

The smell of food in the western-style building filled the air, and the originally quiet western-style building suddenly became lively as Jiang Mi entered the door.An old woman opened the door for Jiang Mi, looked at Jiang Mi, wiped the cloth around her waist with her hands, and looked very happy and at a loss.

I didn't forget to inform people.

"The young master is back, go and call the master to go downstairs!"

A young maid promised and hurried upstairs.

Originally, the sound of an old-fashioned radio could be faintly heard upstairs, but now the sound stopped abruptly.

Loud laughter came from upstairs, and it could be heard that he was full of energy. A middle-aged man with half-white hair on his temples came down from upstairs.He was dressed in a black robe and a blue jacket, his hair was combed back, and was polished by pomade, and he held a cigarette rod in his hand.

There is a half-length scar on the forehead of the middle-aged man. When he smiles, there are still wrinkles on his brows. Although he is well-dressed, it is still difficult to hide the rough and gangster look on his body.

Jiang Mi looked at him and laughed, "Dad, you are burning incense on your body again."

The middle-aged man coughed, and tapped the cigarette rod on the armrest casually, pouring a little dust, a little embarrassed, but he would not blame his precious son.

"Your dad and I just like to be arty."

The middle-aged man's name is Jiang Han.

Seeing Jiang Mi staring at the cigarette rod in his hand again, Jiang Han hurriedly said, "Hey, this stuff has been smoked for a long time, it's hard to quit, it's hard to quit, now that you're back, I won't smoke any more .”

With that said, he threw the cigarette stick on the table.

He strode forward and looked at Jiang Mi carefully from head to toe, his nose fluttered, and the pride in his heart welled up, "As expected of my son, I can't pick the second one in this Winter City!"

He patted Jiang Mi on the shoulder, and was about to lead him to the seat, when he turned his head and saw Cheng Zhan who had been silent behind him.

As if thinking of something, he hurriedly grabbed his son, "Come here, dad will introduce you to you! This is the gentleman who manages the business for your dad. His name is Cheng Chan. I think you already know him."

Cheng Zhan smiled slightly, "Yes, Mr. Jiang, I have already met your son."

Jiang Mi also nodded.

Jiang Han waved his hands again and again, with an uncontrollable smile on his face, "The whole family doesn't talk about each other, come and sit down!"

Several people sat down at the table, there was tobacco, wine, tea and water on the table, and a maid brought melon seeds and snacks, everything was available, and there was no shortage of everything.

Jiang Han asked about Jiang Mi's study abroad. He is semi-literate, and now he hopes that his son will have some ink in his stomach. He doesn't ask for much, and it is enough not to make people laugh at him. What a trick.

But Jiang Mi was much more competitive than he had imagined. In recent years, he had received a lot of scholarships. Jiang Han didn't know what it meant. He only knew that his son was a good student and the school rewarded him with money.

Money or not doesn't matter to Jiang Han, he's not that bad.The point is that this makes him even more proud. Not only is his son one of the best in appearance, his knowledge is also no worse than others, so give him more face outside.

Jiang Han is now waiting for Jiang Mi to get married and have children. When the time comes, he will have a big fat grandson in his arms, and Jiang Mi will take over the family business.

Sitting next to him, Jiang Mi naturally didn't know that Jiang Han could think so far, so Jiang Han pulled Jiang Mi and asked for a long time.

Jiang Mi knew everything, without any impatience, and he was not as frivolous as the other dudes. Although his youthful spirit had not faded, he was still calm.

After chatting for a long time, Jiang Han thought of the capable men next to him, and thought it would be better to introduce him well. When he retires, he will have to rely on Cheng Chan to support his son. It is also a good thing for the two of them to get close.

Jiang Han looked at Cheng Zhan, "Xiao Cheng, Jiang Mi must have had a hard time when he returned to Winterfell in the past few years, so I'll trouble you to take him around for a few days and get to know him better."

Cheng Zhan naturally agreed, his eyes flickered slightly, his smile was still restrained, "Don't worry, Mr. Jiang."

Jiang Han originally wanted to keep Cheng Zhan for dinner, but Cheng Zhan really had urgent matters to attend, and he couldn't force him to stay, so Jiang Han didn't force it.

Cheng Zhan came out slowly from the mansion, sat back in the old black Ford, and slowly wiped off his black-rimmed glasses with a white handkerchief. His movements were very light and slow, his fingertips were white, and he looked very refined and elegant. up.

But the person sitting in front who was about to drive didn't even dare to breathe.

Cheng Zhan wiped his glasses clean and put them on again, remembering the filial attitude of father and son he saw earlier, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised for no apparent reason, and the glasses covered the cold waves in his eyes.

"It's good to be back now."