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

Jiang Xing: "Why aren't they angry when they treat you like this?"

Xia Song's smile didn't change, but his cheeks were a little hot, and he explained embarrassedly: "Actually, he was angry."

"but……"

His arms holding the piano case were slightly tightened, as if drawing strength from it.

"If my mother wants to live here... she must obey those people."

The driver looked at this white and clean young man and felt quite depressed.

He was lucky, he just joined Mr. Jiang's company when he changed jobs, half driver and half bodyguard, but the actual work is very easy, and the husband is also very easy-going.Even his daughter got the best educational opportunity because of it.

But there are still many ordinary people who are struggling on the line of food and clothing, and have to live without worrying about the eyes of others.

Jiang Xing withdrew his hand, the touch just now was like Xia Song's fantasy, the temperature on his face dissipated, leaving nothing but blank and cold.

The rain kept running down his chiseled cheeks and dripping from his chin.

The young man looked down at Jiang Xing and did not continue speaking.

Jiang Xing raised his hand.The big umbrella in the driver's hand was half way over the young man's head.

The smoke around his lips slowly drifted away, and the next second was blown away by the wind of Ye Yu.Just like Xia Song's future.It was pretty stable at first, but now I don't know where to go.

Xia Song doesn't like the smell of cigarettes, but Jiang Xing's words seem to draw a cold and distant person into the mundane world.

In the secular world, ordinary people like Xia Song, ordinary people he can touch.

Jiang Xing asked: "What is your major?"

Xia Song: "Mr. Jiang, I majored in landscape design."

"Landscape design?" Jiang Xing frowned slightly, as if thinking about how to arrange for such a professional to find a job.

Xia Song misunderstood what he meant, after all, garden design is really a major at the tail end of the crane in their school.

He was afraid that Jiang Xing would think he was useless.

"Mr. Jiang," he explained in a low voice, "I have only just entered A University with the cut-off score, and I was transferred, and I will not be transferred to a major."

"I see."

Jiang Xing turned the corner and sighed secretly that he shouldn't have put the same way of thinking about Xiaofeng on Xia Song.

"what's your plan."

He looked over Xia Song's shoulder to Tongzilou. Those good neighbors went back to their homes, but they carefully opened the curtains and peeked at them.

Jiang Xing frowned. He was used to the attention of others, but he was not comfortable with such malicious speculation.

"Get in the car and talk."

Xia Song lowered his head and got into the car with him. Before closing the car door, he heard the loud noise of the windows in the tube building being slammed shut.He didn't stop moving, and sat up straight.

The driver started the car, "Sir, where are you going?"

Jiang Xing rubbed his fingertips, "Do you have any classes these days?"

"No." Xia Song said, "The school originally arranged for us to practice. Recently, we are busy with school celebrations, so we haven't looked for a job yet."

He wished he could explain every behavior he did to Jiang Xing, and he didn't want Jiang Xing to misunderstand him.

Jiang Xing: "Yes."

The man put out the cigarette, "Since I'm studying garden design, would you like to take care of the roses in the yard for me for a while?"

Xia Song: "Rose?"

"White roses," Jiang Xing said, "It was planted in the past, and no one cares about it."

"I can."

Jiang Xing looked sideways at the young man. His hair was already dry, but there were still some drops of water on his eyelashes. Even in this embarrassment, his eyes were still burning with fire.

The driver put a stone in his heart.

Mr. Xiaoxia... Maybe he has changed his luck.

The car returned to Jiang Xing's house, which was in a small villa area next to the garden in the city center. Xia Song watched in surprise as the car drove into the community from a hidden entrance.

"I've been to Central Gardens, and I've never found a residence here."

Jiang Xing opened his eyes slightly, his eyes were in a trance for a moment.

He fell asleep just now, but suddenly he heard a strange voice in his ear, full of energy, which made people feel much happier when he heard it.

The driver said with a smile, "It's very close to University A, and my husband bought it for Xiaofeng."

His attitude towards Jiang Feng is obviously much closer. The other party is the little girl he grew up with since he was a teenager, just like his own daughter.

Xia Song smiled, "Mr. Jiang is really kind to Jiang Feng."

The driver was very nervous, and continued: "Yeah, Xiaofeng didn't like going to school before, so my husband took her half a month's work and took her to various universities for a study tour. ..."

Xia Song agreed, but his eyes kept drifting to Jiang Xing.

Mr. Jiang... is really what he thought, and he is very kind to his relatives.

Jiang Xing rubbed the center of his brows, "Are you here?"

Driver: "Here we are."

"Work as usual tomorrow." Jiang Xing put on his coat, "Come pick me up at eight."

"Okay." The driver said, "Sir, have a good rest."

When they were talking, Xia Song waited obediently with Qin in his arms, watching Jiang Xing quietly.

As soon as Jiang Xing turned around, he saw the other party blinking.

Like the kind of dog that Xiao Feng likes.

Called... King Charles Spaniel?

The eyes are dark and moist, like a small animal in a Disney fairy tale.

Jiang Xing's expression was subtle, and he apologized for his random association for a moment.

Xia Song followed beside him: "Mr. Jiang, do I live here too?"

Jiang Xing: "The one on the far right on the third floor."

"Thank you." Xia Song said with great care, as if he had acquired such an amazing baby, "I will take good care of Rose."

The light was on in front of the living room door, and my aunt was still asleep. Seeing the dripping Xia Song, she froze for a while.

"Mr. Jiang is back."

Jiang Xing: "Aunt Chen, he is here to help me take care of Hua."

Xia Song laughed and yelled sweetly: "Hello, Aunt Chen, I'm Xia Song, just call me Xiao Xia."

"Okay," Aunt Chen narrowed her eyes with a smile, "Xiao Xia looks like she's still a student. Hey, what's wrong with your eyes?"

Xia Song wiped the corners of his eyes nonchalantly, and almost wiped off the scab, "It's okay, I was scratched by an umbrella."

"The umbrella is broken. Things are not as good as before..." Aunt Chen looked at the water all over his body, and quickly went to get a big bath towel and put it on him. "Take a hot bath in a while, don't catch a cold."

"Yeah." Xia Song's eyes were inexplicably sour, and he blinked to cover them up, "Thank you, Aunt Chen."

Jiang Xing drank a glass of warm water, and watched the scene where Xia Song was talking with Aunt Chen, and felt even more unbelievable.

Outsiders felt close to Xia Song when they saw him, but it turned out that the one who hurt him the most was his blood relatives.

Aunt Chen: "It's getting late, hurry up and go to rest. Mr. Jiang, you too, you can't rely on your youth to stay up all night..."

Jiang Xing smiled faintly, "Understood."

The lights in the room were warm, and Aunt Chen saw that it was raining, so she turned on the heating for Mr. Jiang in advance, and the pear soup was light and sweet.

The aunt told Jiang Xing to pay attention to his health, and hurried to find a medicine box for Xia Song.

Xia Song tugged on the bath towel, only thinking that this is what a home should look like.Just like in the TV show.

Instead of endless cursing and sighing.

Jiang Xing: "Clean it up yourself."

"Okay," Xia Song came back to his senses, "Mr. Jiang, good night."

Jiang Xing's gaze fell on the young man's eyes, and Xia Song felt the touch of being gently touched by him before.

His cheeks were hot, and he smiled and said, "Mr. Jiang, you are the one who should pay attention to your body."

Xia Song took a few steps closer to Jiang Xing, looked down at the faint blackness under his eyes, and said softly: "Health is more important than anything else."

Jiang Xing responded casually, turned around and went upstairs.

Xia Song watched his back disappear, and his whole body seemed to be a little colder again.

When I was with Jiang Xing, I didn't notice the changes in the outside world at all.

Jiang Xing walked to the master bedroom on the second floor, and a door opened.

"Brother, you are working overtime again!"

Jiang Xing couldn't help but smile: "No, I went to do something."

"Isn't that still working overtime?"

The girl came out wearing a fluffy nightgown, her long black hair hung on her shoulders, it looked like it had the luster and toughness that can only be obtained through careful maintenance.She still had a dry hair towel on her shoulders, and she smelled of milk, just after taking a bath.

"Really not." Jiang Xing said with a smile, walked over to get a towel, and gently wiped her hair.

Jiang Feng raised his head, taking care of his brother as a matter of course.

She had a good face, five points similar to Jiang Xing, with thick black eyelashes and long lashes, which looked very comfortable on the fair skin.She likes to pout when acting like a baby, and she is more popular than her brother.

Jiang Xing: "I have met your little classmate."

"What?" Jiang Feng opened his eyes wide, his face flushed instantly, "You, you didn't say anything strange, did you?"

"Ok?"

Jiang Feng: "Just, I will give you tens of thousands of yuan, and return the position to my sister..."

She scratched her hair in annoyance, "No, I figured it out a long time ago that if I can't be chosen, I can't be chosen, but don't—"

"Mr. Jiang."

Jiang Feng paused, and stiffly turned to the stairs.

"Xia Song?" Her voice was as hard as a rock. She was not as lively and cute as she was with Jiang Xing. No wonder she always made outsiders angry. "Why are you here?"

Xia Song didn't respond to her blunt tone, glanced at Jiang Xing, and said obediently: "I'll help Mr. Jiang trim the roses."

Jiang Feng's expression was so strange that it was almost distorted.

Jiang Xing looked funny, seeing them as two children playing house.

"Okay, good night." He leaned over and rubbed Jiang Feng's hair, "I'm going to rest too."

Jiang Feng moved his mouth in anger, suddenly rolled his eyes, raised his head and said, "Goodnight kiss."

"How old are you..." Jiang Xing laughed, and kissed the little girl's forehead, "Go to sleep."

Xia Song was waiting at the stairs, seeming to want to go up with Jiang Xing.

Taking advantage of his brother's turning around, Jiang Feng raised his chin provocatively at the young man.

Xia Song lowered his eyes.

Who knew that when Jiang Xing turned his head, he could clearly see his sister's triumphant expression.

"Uh..." Jiang Feng touched his nose in embarrassment, and smiled obediently, "Good night, brother."

Jiang Xing was helpless, "Xia Song might stay here for a few days."

"Got it," Jiang Feng said, "I won't bully him." I didn't even look at the brother's 1.9 meters tall, even if he was as soft as a milk dog, he still had sharp teeth and claws.

Jiang Xing nodded to the young man: "You go up by yourself?"

"Hmm..." Xia Song pursed his lips. Aunt Chen removed the waterproof cloth of the piano case and threw it outside. Now he is more careful when holding it, "Actually, I'm afraid of going wrong."

"But if Mr. Jiang is busy, don't worry about me." He smiled, very understanding, "I can't find anyone who will go down and call Aunt Chen."

Jiang Xing: "Come with me."

Xia Song blinked and followed Jiang Xing upstairs.

The guest rooms are all clean sheets with a dust cover on them, and you can sleep directly after uncovering them.

Jiang Xing turned on the light, "Don't be restrained."

"After all," he casually leaned against the door, frowning slightly, with some headaches, and forced himself to talk to Xia Song, "I'm half responsible."

"How could it be!" The young man was taken aback, his eyes widened slightly, "This has nothing to do with Mr. Jiang at all, it's my problem."

"Yeah." Jiang Xing responded casually, and leaned slightly to look at the young man's injury, "Remember to deal with it."

Xia Song froze and looked at Jiang Xing with bated breath.

Jiang Xing probably just talked to his sister, and he was tired. He hadn't turned the corner too much in his thinking, and his attitude towards Xia Song was also casual with a three-point intimacy that vaguely crossed the line, and he even came close to look at his wound.

Jiang Xing raised his hand, but in the end he didn't touch it.

"Good night."

The faint smell of tobacco left him, Xia Song turned around in a daze, Jiang Xing's shadow had disappeared.

"Good night," he said softly.

Xia Song put the piano away, went to take a shower, and the wound was slightly whitened by the steam. He was casually wrapped in a bath towel around his waist, and his neat abdominal muscles were faintly visible as he walked.

He rubbed his hair and picked up his cell phone to answer the call.

"Hey?"

"Brother, you are not going back to the dormitory today? Do you want us to sign in for you when you check the dormitory registration at night?"

"Sign, thank you." Xia Song sat down casually, leaned over to open the cover of the piano, revealing the lean but not exaggerated muscles of the shoulders and back.

This is a nearly perfect body, one can imagine how much effort his master put into training it into the most pleasing appearance.

Roommate: "Your mother won't hit you again, will she?"

"It's okay." Xia Song stroked the body of the piano with gentle eyes, "I'm not staying at home."

"Ah?" The roommate was startled, "Didn't you only eat the cafeteria? Where did you get the money to stay in the hotel? Wait, you won't..."

"Not at the hotel."

The roommate swallowed, "You are awesome."

Xia Song laughed and said, "What's so cool?"

"It is inevitable, you are my brother, my big brother." The roommate sighed, "I thought you were just joking."

Xia Song casually said a few words and went back to treat them to a barbecue, got up and took out the piano.

The body of the piano has smooth lines and tends to be slender. He put rosin on the bowstring, moved his fingertips slightly, and the soft and melodious music flowed out.

The house is well soundproofed, but Jiang Xing's bedroom is just downstairs of Xia Song's, and you can still hear faint noises when you open the window.

He closed the computer, and the familiar drowsiness came over him.

Traveling through eight worlds with 1, this is the first time Jiang Xing has seen a non-aggressive puppy, not counting Nie Xuefan, that is a little mad dog who likes to bite things everywhere and make a mess.

Jiang Xing chuckled, realizing the beauty of the milk dog character.Who doesn't like a cute little girl who is well-behaved and sensible, and only loves her brother?

The plot can be paused at this point, but 1 is not sleeping yet, and may expect him to do something else.

Jiang Xing got up in his pajamas, walked slowly to the third floor, and knocked on Xia Song's door.

The end of the violin was flying wildly inside, Xia Song came over to open the door in a panic, his face was full of embarrassment and panic.

"I'm sorry Mr. Jiang, did I disturb you?"

Jiang Xing: "No..."

He paused, and his eyes lightly fell on the upper body of the young Chiguo.

There are still some wet spots on it.

"Ah, sorry." Xia Song took a step back and hid behind the door, "I'm going to get dressed."

"The ones in the cabinet are new." Jiang Xing raised his head slightly, "I came in?"

"Ok."

Xia Song let the door open, still holding the piano in his hand, hurriedly walked to the closet, leaned over to search for a new nightgown.

Jiang Xing: "Give me the piano."

"Oh." Xia Song turned his head to give him the piano, so embarrassed that he couldn't help but raised his hand and pulled his wet hair.

Jiang Xing picked up the piano and looked at it, but he didn't quite understand why Xia Song liked it so much.

The young man finally found out his nightgown and put it on, his cheeks were slightly red, and he took the piano back with his head down, "Did I bother Mr. Jiang? I couldn't help but start playing the piano."

Jiang Xing shook his head: "It sounds good."

"Then Mr. Jiang, do you want to listen now?" The young man cheered up and looked back at the time. "It's [-]:[-]. If you go to bed at [-] o'clock, you can still sleep for seven hours..."

"May I play a lullaby for you?" Xia Song was in high spirits, looking for the music score on his mobile phone, "Mr. Jiang can lie down on the sofa, maybe you can feel sleepy."

Jiang Xing nodded, casually sat on the sofa, resting his eyebrows with one hand, and looked at the young man quietly.

"Who did you learn the piano from?"

Xia Song replied: "I learned it when I was very young, but later... the teacher felt it was a pity, so he asked me to go there once a week and teach me for free."

Looking back at the pain in the past, he did not show an unbearable expression, "The piano in my school was given by the teacher, and it has been used for more than ten years."

Jiang Xing: "Go secretly?"

"Yeah." Xia Song responded in a low voice, "Actually, I have always been very happy at school."

"Playing ball, practicing the piano..." He played two notes at random, with a soft and handsome profile, "It's actually quite easy to work part-time. I'm in the coffee shop, and I occasionally sing two songs on the guitar. The guests are very nice."

Jiang Xing listened quietly. Under the soft light, the young man couldn't see his bad background at all. He always kept his back straight and smiled brightly.As long as he is present, the atmosphere in the house will become harmonious.

Good shoots come out of bad bamboos, it's better to be like this.

Feeling his gaze, Xia Song felt more and more shy. He didn't dare to look at Jiang Xing, so he put his phone on the desk to support it, and played softly.

Jiang Xing closed his eyes and tapped his fingertips along the beat.Soon his thoughts sank into the calm and waveless sea, his palms slid down his knees, and his breathing was shallow.

"Mr. Jiang..." Xia Song put down the piano, his voice weakened.

Jiang Xing fell asleep.

Xia Song walked lightly to Jiang Xing's side and half knelt down.

From below, Jiang Xing's sleeping face can be fully seen.The music soothed his emotions. The corners of his mouth were slightly curved, and he looked very relaxed. His eyelashes fluttered from time to time, but he still couldn't sleep peacefully.

Xia Song pursed her lips and looked at him obsessively.

He didn't deceive Jiang Xing, he just used his miserable life experience to make this powerful man feel unbearable.

With Jiang Xing's position, it's too easy to pity the homeless kittens and puppies on the side of the road.Power and money are hotbeds of protective desire, which can be seen from Jiang Feng's personality like an innocent little girl when he was in college.

With a giant tree like Jiang Xing, of course she can live in the ivory tower forever without looking at anyone's face.

Xia Song is quite calm in his heart.

Jealousy, envy.

He has never had such meticulous protection, so he wants to feel Jiang Feng's happiness.

Xia Song reached out and touched Jiang Xing's slender fingertips very lightly.

Soft, delicate, with a slight coolness, like expensive and fragile silk on jade.

And his hands are full of calluses and thick skin from working as a child.

As soon as he touched it, the longing in Xia Song's heart intensified.

Anyway, Jiang Xing fell asleep.He thought that even if he got closer, he would not wake up.

Xia Song's fingertips slowly passed along Jiang Xing's open palm, landing on the pulse.

The blue veins beneath it carry an alluring appeal.

Xia Song bit his tongue until the tip of his tongue was bleeding, so he suppressed the urge to hold Jiang Xing.

But such a delicate touch is itchy to the end.

"Well."

Jiang Xing curled up his fingers, closing them like a tender flower that had been touched by an itchy spot, and happened to hold Xia Song's palm.

Xia Song's body was stiff and he didn't dare to breathe.

The warm and cool touch is simply too psychedelic dreamland.

His eyes were moist, looking at Jiang Xing, he almost cried.

Jiang Xing's eyelashes trembled slightly, and slowly opened a gap, "Xia Song?"

Xia Song replied softly: "Mr. Jiang is asleep."

Jiang Xing didn't speak, it seemed that he just woke up from a dream for a moment. He moved his head and almost slipped off the backrest.

Xia Song stood up and held his forehead.

If he slid his head down so suddenly, Mr. Jiang's neck would hurt.

Xia Song: "Mr. Jiang, do you want to go back to the bedroom?"

Jiang Xing did not answer, and the hands of the two were still intertwined.

Xia Song maintained this posture, and couldn't bear to let go of the sore muscles.It wasn't until Jiang Xing was completely asleep that he slowly leaned his shoulders and supported Jiang Xing's jaw.

The strong and indifferent man leaned on his shoulder, his hair was soft, as if he was relying on him wholeheartedly.

Xia Song held Jiang Xing tightly, and finally worried that he would catch a cold on the sofa, so he made up his mind, gently picked him up, and put him on the bed.

The mattresses in the master bedroom of Jiang's family are all the same, with a familiar touch. Jiang Xing rubbed against the pillow, with most of his cheeks buried in the soft down, and his breathing was steady.

Xia Song took off the plush slippers and placed them neatly beside the bed.

Jiang Xing's feet are also beautiful, covered with thin soft flesh, and the bones protrude just a little bit. The streamline from the knee to the ankle is more purely beautiful than the human body in the oil painting.

Nothing to do with worldly desires, pure beauty.

Xia Song restrained himself and slowly covered him with the quilt.

"Good night, Mr. Jiang."

He turned off the light and lay down on the sofa with a small blanket in his arms.

Xia Song has a big frame, and he feels aggrieved and awkward sleeping on it, but he doesn't care about it, he just looks at Jiang Xing wholeheartedly, and the corners of his mouth curl up unconsciously.

very nice.

Jiang Feng woke up in the morning and wanted to say hello to Jiang Xing before leaving, but no one answered after knocking on the door for a long time.She asked Aunt Chen strangely: "My brother has already left? Isn't it just after seven o'clock?"

Aunt Chen was making porridge in the kitchen, she was also taken aback when she heard the words: "No, I didn't hear my husband get up."

"Strange..." Jiang Feng only thought that Jiang Xing left very early today and went back to school in a neat way.

When the alarm clock rang at [-]:[-], Jiang Xing moved, reaching out his hand from the warm quilt to turn off the sound.

Someone was one step ahead of him.

Jiang Xing opened his eyes and saw Xia Song wrapped in a blanket.The other party didn't sleep well, his hair was messed up, and his expression was a little dazed.

"Xia Song?" Jiang Xing got up and asked in surprise, "Why are you here?"

"Mr. Jiang fell asleep yesterday."

Jiang Xing looked around and found that this was Xia Song's room. He immediately rubbed the center of his brows, but he didn't feel a headache.

Heck.

Xia Song woke up completely: "Is Mr. Jiang going to the company?"

"Yeah." Jiang Xing lifted the quilt, frowning in the cold, "Let Aunt Chen change the sheets for you."

He got up and walked out, "I'll take care of the flowers after I have a rest, don't worry."

"Thank you."

Xia Song didn't intend to continue to rest, he followed Jiang Xing downstairs step by step.

Jiang Xing: "What are you doing?"

"Ah, I just thought, it's too embarrassing to just live here with you." Xia Song said with a shy smile, "May I help you with something else? Do you need to pack something to take away?" thing?"

How could Jiang Xing let outsiders touch his computer data, "No need."

Xia Song stopped in his tracks, following his master like a puppy, but was suddenly told not to continue following, and could only stand there blankly, with his ears and tail drooping, waiting for him to change his mind.

Jiang Xing twitched the corners of his lips, "Help me pack my lunch, Aunt Chen should be ready."

"Ok."

Xia Song's ears stood up all of a sudden, his eyes sparkled, "I'll go right away."

The young man ran into the kitchen full of vigor, and immediately heard Aunt Chen laughing happily. Jiang Xing sighed, and went back to the room to change into formal clothes.

He leaned closer to the mirror and unexpectedly found that he looked very good today.

Xia Song's piano sound is quite useful.

Aunt Chen has already laid out breakfast on the table. The table is full, and each portion is very small, which is rich in nutrition.

She smiled and praised Xia Song: "Xiao Xia's movements are really quick."

Xia Song packed a full three-layer lunch box, wrapped it neatly with waterproof plaid cloth and put it in a handbag, and smiled at Jiang Xing: "There are many kinds for you, so it won't be monotonous."

Aunt Chen: "I usually give you too few tricks. If you don't eat this way, you don't eat that way. How can you be healthy?"

Xia Song also said: "The broccoli made by Aunt Chen is also delicious. I packed three for you, not many at all."

The two sang together, Jiang Xing felt helpless, so he asked Aunt Chen to come over with another pair of chopsticks, "Sit down and eat."

He intended to let Xia Song sit across from him, but the young man went straight to the seat next to him, and thoughtfully served him a small bowl of porridge, sprinkled some freshly cut green onions on top.

And orderly sent the food dishes in front of him in order from mild to salty and sweet.

"Eat well by yourself."

Xia Song said with a smile: "I'm not in a hurry, Mr. Jiang eats first and then we can talk."

As he spoke, he picked up a small soup dumpling into Jiang Xing's bowl with his chopsticks, which he hadn't touched at all.

Jiang Xing: ...

Xia Song: "Aunt Chen made it with beef tendon jelly. It's not as greasy as pork skin jelly. Why don't you try it."

Aunt Chen was washing the dishes. She obviously heard them talking and looked over expectantly.

Jiang Xing was silent, so he picked up the soup dumpling and took a bite.

not bad.

Xia Song took care of the whole meal and Jiang Xing wiped the corners of his mouth slowly.

The children are very good and have a grateful heart.

If Xia Song knew that Jiang Xing thought he was a good boy because of his attentiveness, he would be furious.

"Is Mr. Jiang coming back for dinner tonight?" Aunt Chen asked.

Jiang Xing: "No, we have an appointment."

"well."

Xia Song took Jiang Xing out with a handbag, but the driver was already waiting at the door.

"Mr. Jiang, don't drink at night." Xia Song said, "You won't be able to sleep well."

He smiled warmly, and looked at Jiang Xing with forbearance and greed.

After resting, Jiang Xing's complexion was rosy and smooth, as if he had absorbed the morning dew and was nourished.

"Yeah." Jiang Xing said, pointing to a circle of roses in the courtyard, "There are about a dozen of them."

"No problem, I will fix it." Xia Song nodded and waved goodbye to him.

Aunt Chen cleaned up the table and looked at Xia Song with loving eyes: "My son is about the same age as you, and he is studying in University A."

"What a coincidence," Xia Song said pleasantly, "I'm also from A University."

Aunt Chen: "Huh? Then you've heard..."

The two walked into the room chatting, Jiang Xing looked away, turned on the computer and started a video conference at [-] o'clock in the morning.

"Rejected. Now that the policy is tightened and we are going against the wind, who came up with the plan?"

"This article can be passed and let the finance department issue a complete budget report. Well done."

"Real estate cooperation? Rejected."

While waiting for the red light, the driver looked at Jiang Xing from the rearview mirror, his eyes full of admiration.

The words young and promising are used to describe Jiang Xing, and sometimes they feel thin.

He still remembered Jiang Xing chatting with Jiang Feng before, the little girl praised his brother as the only genius in heaven and earth, and his brother had [-] points of business acumen in the world, and the rest of the world together owed [-] points.

Jiang Xing just sighed.There is no genius in the world, but he has a sharper sense of smell and richer knowledge than others, which can ensure that he can always make correct decisions.

Jiang Xing's cell phone vibrated. He ended the meeting and took a look.

[Mr. Jiang, I forgot to mention, I put a bottle of freshly squeezed cherry juice in the handbag, if you don’t drink it for a while, remember to put it in the refrigerator. 】

Jiang Xing moved his finger slowly, and sent "OK" back.

Driver: "Mr. Jiang, Mr. Xiaoxia..."

"Ok?"

"It's his family's problem."

Jiang Xing pondered for a moment, "Let's talk about it."

The driver was afraid that he would find it troublesome and didn't want to bother, "Should I send someone to look for his father?"

"Gambling ghost?" Jiang Xing snorted lightly, "Okay, it's time to report the report, and the dealers and players should not let it go."

He had been busy all morning, and finally had a moment to eat lunch, only to realize that he hadn't put the juice in the refrigerator.

Jiang Xing is not a wasteful person, feeling a pity, frowning to look at the handbag.

Who knows that once opened, there are several ice packs inside, separated by plastic bags and small cloth bags, so that the condensed water will not wet the lunch box.

Jiang Xing took it out, and there was still some cold juice in it.

[I know that Mr. Jiang is very busy, so I put ice packs in advance]

【However, remember to drink it before noon】

Xia Song's handwriting is tall and clear, and Jiang Xing can almost imagine the smiling faces of young people.

He couldn't help laughing.

Rewarding the world is not rewarding Mr. 1, but rewarding himself?The target of the attack was eager to post with him.

Although their personalities are different, Jiang Xing can somehow imagine that in the interstellar world, 1 prepares juice seriously and expects him to drink it.

It was past twelve o'clock in the morning, and Aunt Chen couldn't bear it any longer. "Xiao Xia, Auntie is going to sleep first. If Mr. Jiang is drunk, please take care of him."

Her attitude towards young people is very easy-going, and she can tell at a glance whether Xia Song is genuine or fake through decades of experience.

Xia Song nodded, "No problem."

Aunt Chen: "Mr. doesn't go crazy when he's drunk, but he likes to smoke one after another. Remember to stop him. Mr. likes to sleep with a small hot water bottle. The temperature should not be too hot, as long as the clothes can warm his stomach."

Xia Song was deeply surprised that Jiang Xing became a mortal with flesh and blood in these sentences.

Aunt Chen left a small lamp and went back to her room to sleep. She slept deep on the first floor and would not hear the movement outside.

There was also a rose on the coffee table. Xia Song used sandpaper to remove the thorn roots, and fiddled with the petals twice to make it in the most beautiful state and insert it into the vase.

Put it on Jiang Xing's desk in a while, and the husband will see it tomorrow morning.

He was about to get up when there was a knock at the door.

"Mr. Jiang?"

The door was pushed open, and the driver helped Jiang Xing into the house, "Xiao Xia? Where's Aunt Chen?"

"Aunt Chen is too sleepy." Xia Song stepped forward and hugged him into his arms.

The driver was stunned and scratched his head: "Oh. Then I'll go back."

"Thank you." Xia Song smiled politely at him.

The driver left the road and felt that Xia Song was a little perfunctory just now, but on second thought, he should be worried about Mr. Jiang, right?

"Xia Song?" Jiang Xing frowned, not obviously drunk.

"Is Mr. Jiang thirsty?" Xia Song carefully put him on the sofa, "I'll get you a glass of warm water."

Jiang Xing: "Don't go."

Xia Song was stunned, was Jiang Xing talking to him?

Jiang Xing was half lying down, crossing his legs, the toe of his shoe touched Xia Song's knee, his eyebrows were cold: "I want slippers, and I want a bear blanket."

The toe is too light, but it is still obvious through the sweatpants.

It's as if it's following the knees all the way to Xia Song's itching.

Xia Song's Adam's apple rolled, and his eyes were dark against the light.

"Go." Jiang Xing said dissatisfied.

Xia Song leaned over to him, "Mr. Jiang, do you know who I am?"

The man raised his head, his iron-gray suit was already wrinkled due to the actions of the past few minutes, and it was full of the smell of expensive perfume.

"Xia Song, hurry up."

Xia Song smiled in satisfaction, and sniffed lightly, "Is it women's perfume?"

"En." Jiang Xing lazily responded, half-closed his eyelids, seeing that Xia Song was not moving, he didn't kick him, his calf was shaking slightly, and the toe of his shoe was lightly hooking his calf.

Xia Song: "Mr. Jiang..."

Jiang Xing didn't open his eyes, and raised his hand following the voice, just in time to touch Xia Song's eye injury.

"Pain?" Jiang Xing asked.

Xia Song obediently said, "It doesn't hurt."

Just listening to the sound, he is like a harmless little milk dog, like Bern Mountain, with a thick body, but extremely obedient.

It's a pity that Jiang Xing didn't open his eyes, otherwise he could see the undercurrent surging in Xia Song's eyes.

"Baozi." Jiang Xing commented lightly.

Xia Song: "What does Baozi mean?"

"When someone beats you, you just suffer. You don't have any temper."

Xia Song smiled slightly and said, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean it."

"steamed stuffed bun."

Xia Song: "Mr. Jiang can do whatever he says."

He half-kneeled on the carpet and put on fluffy slippers for Jiang Xing.

"Where is the blanket?" Xia Song said, "I can't find it."

He relied on Jiang Xing to get drunk, and greedily rubbed the delicate ankle bone with his fingertips. The skin under his hands was soft, and a little force could leave marks.

A baby that can only be raised in a pampered honeypot.

"In the locker outside the yard."

Something flashed through Xia Song's mind, but he couldn't catch it.He hurried back to find the blanket, and Jiang Xing had already taken off his suit jacket, twirling the white rose in his hand.

"It's really well cut." Jiang Xing hooked the petals and praised with a smile, "Is this taught in school?"

"Mr. Jiang, garden design doesn't teach us how to grow flowers." Xia Song explained nicely, but Jiang Xing obviously didn't listen.

He simply put a blanket on Jiang Xing, "It's just that I like Mr. Jiang very much, so I carefully trimmed the flower branches."

The voice was so small that Jiang Xing couldn't hear it clearly.

That blanket could cover Jiang Xing from head to tail, and a part of it fell down.Xia Song said: "The size of the blanket doesn't seem to be suitable."

"It wasn't mine in the first place." Jiang Xing said, "It was bought for Xiao Ling."

"...Xiao Ling?"

Jiang Xing: "It's abroad, and it hasn't had time to come back yet."

Xia Song couldn't hold back his smile, "Who is Xiao Ling?"

The little bear blanket is cute and cute, but it is actually a lot taller than Jiang Xing. Proportionally, it must be at least a boy of 1.9 meters, maybe two meters.

Jiang Xing slowly opened his eyes, "You don't know? Then don't ask."

Xia Song's eyes were moist: "Mr. Jiang, tell me."

He put his arms on both sides of Jiang Xing's waist and abdomen, like a big dog to be petted, feeling sad and wronged because his master smelled of other people.

"You don't know him, so what if you know who it is?" Jiang Xing said lazily, "Can you beat it?"

Jiang Xing was right.Xia Song fell silent, her throat and nose were sore.

He was just an outsider who used tricks to break into Jiang Xing's life. He didn't know any of Jiang Xing's friends or relatives.

"steamed stuffed bun……"

Jiang Xing suddenly pulled the young man down and kissed his wound.

Xia Song didn't dare to move, Jiang Xing's astonishing and dazzling beauty was in his eyes.

"Why don't you apply medicine..."

Jiang Xing whispered, warm and moist lips kissed the thin scar, "It will leave a scar."

Xia Song gave up the disappointment just now, his eyes were burning black, burning with the flame of forbearance.

"Will you dislike the scar?"

Jiang Xing glanced at him slowly and driftingly, the color of his eyes was light and light, which caught Xia Song's breath away.