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

Xia Song twirled the end of the cigarette and brought it to Jiang Xing's lips, "Can I just smoke one?"

Jiang Xing: "Fire."

Xia Song took out the lighter, held it in his palm and lit it, making sure that the small flame would not burn his hair, and then moved it to Jiang Xing.

Jiang Xing took a light breath, and exhaled the fragrant light-colored smoke from his lips.

Xia Song's throat rolled, and he whispered, "Would you like me to hold it for you?"

"Ah."

When Jiang Xing was drunk, he was much colder than usual, but also inexplicably kinder, contradictory and weird, like a warm mist, Xia Song walked in it, unable to figure out where he was going.

He could only follow the opponent's every move, swaying without opinion, and when Jiang Xing looked at him a little more, he laughed happily.

Completely led by the nose.

Xia Song was thinking, but his body reacted faster than his brain. He caught the smoke between Jiang Xing's lips and shook off a little bit of paper dust.

Jiang Xing suddenly said, "Cherry juice is good."

Xia Song: "I squeezed it!"

He was a little excited, and sat down next to Jiang Xing, "Is the broccoli delicious?"

Jiang Xing shook his head: "I don't like it."

The mature and stable Mr. Jiang only shows his childish side when dealing with food.

"Mr. Jiang," he asked softly, "Who is Xiao Ling?"

Jiang Xing glanced at him, resting his forehead with his palms, feeling drunk and looking a little sleepy.

"Mr. Jiang?"

The sound is not annoying, just soft and not accusatory or aggressive.

Jiang Xing raised the corners of his lips, as if thinking of Xiao Ling's cute appearance, and said, "You two will definitely get along well."

Xia Song's face was almost green.

No, he thinks it's the greenish hair.

Still not right, Xiao Ling knew Jiang Xing before him, it should be that guy with green hair on the top of his head.

Thinking of this, Xia Song's expression became strange.

"Come here."

Xia Song leaned over immediately, and Jiang Xing lifted his knees against his waist and abdomen, "Come here, smoke."

"Oh." Xia Song obediently brought the cigarette to his lips, and his heart moved, but he didn't let go.

Jiang Xing stared at him, but didn't grab it with his lips and teeth, just took Xia Song's hand and sucked it lightly.

The lips that had just kissed his cheek fell on the fingertips again, Xia Song felt itchy and numb in his hand, wishing to scratch that piece of flesh off hard.But when he moved, Jiang Xing would definitely get angry, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and endure.

Let the scratching flame burn all the way from the fingers to the heart, to the limbs.

"Xiao Ling is very white." Jiang Xing said, "and very obedient."

"I'm also very fair and obedient." Xia Song pursed her lips and whispered, "But it must be Xiaoling who pleases Mr. Jiang more? It's not as useless as me..."

He was indeed born fair, and the classmates who played with him were tanned, and his skin was red for two days. After that, he recovered and had a flawless handsome face.

Xia Song: "I'm not good at anything, so I can only accompany Mr. Jiang like this."

He observed Jiang Xing's expression: "Mr. Jiang must be uncomfortable after drinking so much, right? Xiaoling is not helpful when he is abroad...Fortunately, I am at home and can take care of you."

Tea, too much tea.Jiang Xing narrowed his eyes and smiled, shallow and charming.

The blanket on her body was very warm, and the young man accompanying her was also very nice.That's a little too much talking.

Xia Song was kneeling on the sofa, next to Jiang Xing, with his arms resting on the back of the sofa.He really wanted to move, and he could wrap his arms around Jiang Xing's shoulders ten centimeters down.

Jiang Xing is not thin and weak due to lack of exercise, he has just the right muscles all over his body, his shoulders are wider than ordinary people, able to hold up a suit, but his waist and abdomen are tight, like a living hanger.

But Xia Song just wanted to hug him.It's not some kind of declaration of possession or status, it's just too much joy and nostalgia for the intimacy of physical contact.

Then he wouldn't just be a puppy rescued by Jiang Xing when he rose up.

Of course Jiang Xing didn't know what the obedient and comfortable young man in his eyes was thinking, so he said casually: "A group of wolves, tigers and leopards."

"You said the person who drank today?" Xia Song asked, "What do you do?"

"Partner."

Jiang Xing didn't mean to say much, and raised his head, "Unbutton the button."

Xia Song let him hold a cigarette in his mouth, leaned over to help him unbutton his hands, but he didn't want to pull the neckline too far.

Jiang Xing frowned and said, "It's very hot."

"You're sweating after drinking, and you'll catch cold from the wind." Xia Song explained nicely.

But drunks don't make sense.

Jiang Xing raised his head to motion for him to take the cigarette away, and in the next second he exhaled the smoke into the young man's face offensively.

Xia Song coughed twice, but was reluctant to close his eyes and miss Jiang Xing's every expression.

You are finished, Xia Song.He thought distressedly, you have completely fallen into the hands of a man who met only a few times.

"Uncomfortable?" Jiang Xing snorted, "I am also uncomfortable."

Xia Song was silent for a moment, then put out the cigarette, "Shall I carry you to bed?"

"I don't need you." Jiang Xing was just being lazy, not drunk, so he lifted the blanket and walked upstairs.

Xia Song followed closely behind him, like a puppy around his master's ankle, "Do you want to wash your hair? It smells like perfume."

Jiang Xing: "I can do it myself."

"Then let me drain the water for you?" Xia Song immediately answered.

Jiang Xing stopped, turned around and looked down at the young man.

He stood on the high and brightly lit stairs, his eyes and nose were slightly tipsy red, but his expression was haughty and indifferent.Holding the fence lightly, this scene is like a portrait of a noble looking back in a medieval oil painting.

Xia Song also stopped and looked up at him.

Jiang Xing: "I know what you want."

Xia Song was stunned.

He remembered Jiang Xing's clear glance in the coffee shop.

Jiang Xing has been fighting against a group of ghosts and ghosts in the business world for many years, and Xia Song's clumsy performance can't stand on the stage at all.

"But you brought me back anyway."

Jiang Xing frowned: "I hate buns."

For a businessman, the most important quality is combat.Merchants who avoided fighting could never carve out a territory of their own.

Xia Song said with a smile: "You obviously enjoyed your breakfast."

Jiang Xing looked at him with an unpredictable expression, and suddenly hooked his fingers.

Xia Song leaned forward obediently, deliberately staying in the third step below Jiang Xing.

"Mr. Jiang, I just want a chance." He begged softly, "Just treat me as a poor boy who wants to fly on a branch and become a phoenix..."

When Jiang Xing heard this, a faint and sarcastic smile floated on his lips.

He leaned over, supported the young man's shoulder with one hand, and kissed lightly on the reddened wound.

When he left, he touched the young man's eyelashes.

"You think things are too simple." Jiang Xing didn't take back his hand, he just stood on the steps, pressing Xia Song with most of his strength, "For example, why should I accept you?"

Xia Song wanted to support him, but couldn't resist Jiang Xing's cold eyes.

A kiss is hot, but this person's love is cold.

"Why can't it be me?" Xia Song said dryly.

Jiang Xing: "I have many choices. From the most beautiful and youngest girl and boy on TV, to the partner who is on the same level as me."

"As long as I want, I can get it at my fingertips."

Xia Song: "I'm different."

"What's the difference between you?" Jiang Xing said with a smile, "Aren't you and them all running for a better life?"

Xia Song shook his head.

"No," he couldn't bear to blink, looked at Jiang Xing, tears welled up in his eyes, almost crying, "I have been poor for many years, but I don't feel bitter."

"I don't want money."

"I want you to love me."

Jiang Xing's expression was a little puzzled for a moment.

Xia Song: "I don't want other people's love, I only want you."

"Weird." Jiang Xing lightly scolded casually.

Xia Song opened his eyes wide with joy.

Jiang Xing's tone was very familiar to him.Because this person reprimanded Jiang Feng with the same tone.

The light reprimand was used to cover up the indulgence and pampering underneath.

Jiang Xing let go of the armrest, completely gave up the external objects supporting his body, and let gravity push him to Xia Song.

Xia Song hugged him tightly, "Mr. Jiang..."

"I didn't promise you." Jiang Xing leaned his chin against his ear, lazily, "You are really good at taking care of people. I'm drunk and just need someone to take care of you, that's all."

"I will do better."

Xia Song easily picked him up and walked upstairs, Jiang Xing lowered his head to suppress the alcohol, his head was dizzy.

He seemed to be saying something incredible from the moment he entered the room...

Forget it...

Xia Song pushed Jiang Xing's bedroom away, pausing slightly.

"Huh?" Jiang Xing moved a little.

"fine."

He took a deep breath and stepped in, only to feel his heart beating abnormally fast, Jiang Xing must have felt it.

The bedroom is the most private place. No matter how a person behaves outside, when he returns to the bedroom with the bed, he will reveal the most essential sincerity.

The walls of Jiang Xing's bedroom are extremely dark red, which makes people feel drowsy as soon as they step into it.On the clothes rail were a few house coats and dressing gowns, all in cool shades of gray.

"Which one does Mr. Jiang want to wear?" Xia Song looked around greedily, wishing to chew up and swallow every detail in every corner, as if this would make him and Jiang Xing more intimate.

"trousers."

"Ok."

Xia Song carried him into the bathroom and gently placed him on the table embedded in the round bathtub. Jiang Xing frowned: "It's very cold."

"The water will be ready soon." Xia Song's brows were curved, and he liked Jiang Xing's instigation like this for granted.

Only people in close relationships do that.

Xia Song didn't forget Aunt Chen's instructions, and took out a small hot water bottle from the cabinet, filled it with warm water and put it under the quilt to warm it up, only to find that the bathroom door was locked when he turned around.

"Mr. Jiang?"

Jiang Xing seemed to wake up, and his voice returned to the innocence of the first meeting: "Thank you for your hard work, go to bed early."

Xia Song clenched his fists unconsciously, "You are drunk, and you will become dizzy due to lack of oxygen. I am worried."

"It's okay, I'm awake."

Xia Song talked for a long time, but Jiang Xing didn't reply him a word.

He was anxious: "Mr. Jiang, are you okay? Are you awake?"

There was the sound of water splashing inside, and no human voice could be heard.

Xia Song was so anxious that he went downstairs to look for the key, and came back like the wind.

Jiang Xing heard the sound of the lock cylinder turning, and reprimanded dissatisfiedly: "Xia Song!"

"Are you okay?" Xia Song asked anxiously.The door lock clicked, and he finally found the correct one.

Jiang Xing supported his forehead and sighed: "You are too rude."

"I'm worried about you..." Xia Song knew he was wrong, closed the door with his head down, and faced the wall.

"What are you doing standing there?"

Xia Song turned his back to him: "I'll leave after you rest. Just pretend I don't exist."

Jiang Xing's head hurt when he heard it: "There is no need to use honorifics."

"Really?" The young man almost turned around excitedly, "I know!"

Chirp, sparrow?

Jiang Xing frowned in thought, Xia Song couldn't be driven away like a wooden stake, but he couldn't stop halfway through the work.

His thinking is not as clear as usual, otherwise he would definitely not make a decision to continue.

The sound of water splash is abnormal.

Xia Song stared at the water drops on the wall: "Mr. Jiang, what's wrong with the bathtub?"

Jiang Xing ignored him.

Xia Song didn't intend to look back at first, he moved his head curiously, and happened to look into the mirror.

The two looked at each other in this weird way, and they were both taken aback.

From his shoulders to his cheeks, Mr. Jiang turned into a disturbing color.

He bit his fingertips and could see the beautiful red between the teeth.

Silence spread.

Xia Song's voice was hoarse: "Mr. Jiang, do you need my help?"

The author has something to say:

Xia Song (forbearing): Who is Xiao Ling?

Star: Fragrant and soft, fluffy...

Xia Song: Wait, Fluffy?

Xing (dumb): Xiaoling is an alpaca, otherwise?

Xia Song: ……………