I have all the characters that the male protagonist loves [Quick Transmigration]

The eye-catching man is simply not in the same style as the dirty ground and walls of Tongzilou.The tired look in front of him only showed that he was more indifferent and distant, and he could hardly hold back the aura on his body.

Xia Song blinked away the drops of water on his eyelashes, forced a smile and said, "Mr. Jiang, this place is so dirty."

The neighbor wanted to stab him a few words, asking him why he dared to call the building he lived in dirty, but Jiang Xing glanced at him casually, and was scared out of his wits.

Unconvinced, he muttered, "What's wrong with making up lessons? We even helped Xiao Luo chase away debt collectors. Isn't this what he owes us?"

Jiang Xing is here, Xia Song doesn't want him to feel that he is an ungrateful bad guy, so he finally speaks:

"I called the police to drive away the debt collectors, but you just opened a window to eavesdrop and came out after watching them leave." Xia Song's lips turned pale, "My mother agreed to make up lessons, and it was just a lesson class, the result? It took two years, and I bought all the textbooks for Xiao Qing, did you pay a penny?"

The neighbor wanted the cat whose tail was stepped on: "How can you talk! I can't control you child! Xiao Luo, look at your son, what dares to contradict adults!"

When Luo Hong heard it, the nerves that had just been awakened by Xia Song became unclear again.

Yeah, can she really make a home here without the help of neighbors?Isn't Xia Song just giving lectures, so he is so clear about what to do?What a shame, just like his father, getting into things that money can't get out of.

Trembling, she smashed the teacup at Xia Song, "Apologize to your uncle!"

The driver's eyes were sharp and his hands were quick. He knocked down the teacup, and his voice was out of tune: "You are such a mother?"

Watching this farce, Jiang Xing felt even more pain between his brows.

What kind of life did Xia Song live.

Xia Song: "Mom, do you think I'm wrong?"

Luo Hong's eyes widened: "Are you questioning me? Huh?"

"Xia Song." Jiang Xing said lightly, "Let's go."

Xia Song forced a smile and said, "Mr. Jiang, goodbye."

He can't wait for Jiang Xing to leave quickly, so that he doesn't continue to look at him in the mud.

"I let you come with me."

Xia Song was stunned, watching the figure of the man disappear down the stairs.

The driver sighed, "Mr. Xia, you decide for yourself."

He followed and left, and the surrounding neighbors started chattering again.

Xia Song suddenly had an inexplicable courage.He broke through the crowd, knocked past the neighbor who was in the way, and ran down.

He's never been more sober than he is now.

Jiang Xing was smoking in front of the car, the driver was holding an umbrella for him, only the corners of the man's cold lips could be seen.

Xia Song walked up to him in the rain.

"Mr. Jiang."

Jiang Xing raised his eyes, stretched out his hand and gently brushed Xia Song's wet hair behind his ears, and his knuckles brushed the wound at the end of his eyes.

The young man's eyes are bright, and he can't tell that he grew up in such mud.

Wet in the rain, like a homeless puppy who was kicked and beaten, and smirked at Jiang Xing non-aggressively.

Poor and cute.

The author has something to say:

I feel a bit exhausted at the end of the long article. The latest update has been postponed many times. I am super sorry

I will try my best to adjust_(:з」∠)_