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

University A specially designated an empty hall for orchestra training, which was filled with folding stools, ranging from three kinds of violins to classical bass and so on.

Jiang Feng walked into the hall with a violin on her back, and several orchestra members greeted her, "Xiao Feng."

"Hi." Jiang Feng handed them several cups of hot milk tea, "There are still some, I'll ask Xiaoyue and the others to hold them for me, and they will come later."

"Good Xiaofeng, give me a kiss." The pianist stuck up and kissed Jiang Feng forcefully.

Jiang Feng: "Stop making trouble, is everyone here?"

"Xia Song isn't here." The pianist looked around, "It's strange."

Someone next to him said: "I haven't seen anyone else since the day before yesterday, and my roommates took classes on my behalf." He and Xia Song are in the same major, and Jiang Feng said that he really hadn't seen each other for a long time when he remembered it.

Jiang Feng's red lips curled slightly: "Xia Song—"

"what happened?"

Jiang Feng retracted his voice: "No, nothing."

If you tell your classmate that Xia Song lives in her house, it will be rumored that Xia Song is her brother living outside in an hour.

After practicing the piano restlessly, the pianist asked, "Go back to the dormitory?"

"No." Jiang Feng sent a message to the driver, "I'll go home."

"Didn't you go back on weekends?" the pianist wondered, "Is there something urgent? Or..."

Seeing Jiang Feng's expression as if facing a formidable enemy, she smiled, leaned over and asked in a low voice, "Your brother won't fall in love, right?"

Jiang Feng was surprised: "What do you mean?"

"Why are you so nervous? Isn't it because you are afraid that your brother will have a wife and no sister." The pianist said with a smile.

The more Jiang Feng thought about it, the greener his face became.She couldn't sit still, and threw the piano case back, "Let's go."

"Huh? In such a hurry?"

She looked down at her watch, it was just eleven o'clock, and she heard from the driver that her brother drank alcohol last night, and he hasn't gone to the company yet.

Jiang Feng's face was serious, he was fully armed and ready to catch the little sparrow.

The little sparrow is naturally Xia Song.

When Jiang Xing woke up, the hot water bottle in the quilt was still warm. It had just been changed, so it should have been made by Xia Song.

"Mr. Jiang, good morning."

Jiang Xing followed the reputation.Xia Song was sitting on the sofa, holding a tablet in his hand, and immediately put it down when Jiang Xing woke up.

Jiang Xing: "Why are you here?"

"Aunt Chen said that you tend to vomit the next morning after drinking alcohol," Xia Song said, pouring a glass of water from the table, "It's lukewarm, with honey added."

Jiang Xing was really uncomfortable, "Thank you."

Seeing Jiang Xing drank, Xia Song was much happier.He was afraid that Jiang Xingjiu would figure it out thoroughly when he woke up, and would drive him out.

Alcohol is a catalyst, but it is also a dream potion, and it will break with a poke.

"It's almost twelve o'clock, do you want to eat, Mr. Jiang?"

"I'll talk about it later." Jiang Xing put off his morning work, rarely had time to stay in bed, and lay down again after drinking water, half-closed his eyes to calm the discomfort in his stomach.

Xia Song quietly returned to the sofa, stopped looking at the tablet, and stared at him with his chin propped up.

Seeing Jiang Xing looking over, he blinked.

Jiang Xing couldn't help but feel amused.

Ever since Jiang Feng went to primary school, he never had the experience of being guarded in bed.Jiang Xing's heart softened, and he asked, "What are you looking at?"

"It's the score." Xia Song said, "Auntie Chen lent me the tablet. I asked the teacher for a few scores to help sleep. I don't know if it will work."

He held up the tablet to show Jiang Xing, with a bright smile, "Let Mr. Jiang listen to me when I'm ready."

Jiang Xing: "Yes."

He turned his head to light up the phone, and the sleeves of the silk pajamas were pulled up. Xia Song stared blankly at the red mark on Jiang Xing's wrist.

Jiang Xing looked down, "You did it."

Xia Song blushed, but refused to apologize.He was holding the tablet, his eyes wandering.

He couldn't apologize for that, because he couldn't help but make it worse in the future.

I can only blame Mr. Jiang for having too fair skin.

Jiang Xing: "What kind of internship are you looking for?"

"I'm not in a hurry," Xia Song shook his head, "I want to continue my graduate studies and study business."

Jiang Xing raised his eyebrows, "Why?"

"I want to help Mr. Jiang." The young man spoke bluntly.

Jiang Xing was speechless.

The conversation between the two gave him the illusion that Xia Song was a junior in his family and was seeking advice from himself on the postgraduate entrance examination.

But when he turned his head, the junior said, "I want to go to graduate school because of Mr. Jiang."

Jiang Xing felt quite a headache, "It's up to you, you will have advantages in whatever you want to do after reading this, not necessarily for me..."

"No," Xia Song insisted, "it must be for Mr. Jiang."

Jiang Xing was helpless, and turned to look at the feedback sent by the driver.

No wonder Xia Song's father's debt collectors were able to find their mother and son.

This scumbag got the news from nowhere that Luo Hong and his son were in City A, so he deliberately came here to gamble, so that the creditor could go to his ex-wife to collect the debt.

Outrageous.

Fortunately, I have already contacted the relevant departments, hoping to take action early and take it all away.

Jiang Xing said: "How do you plan to solve your family's affairs?"

"I won't cause trouble for Mr. Jiang." Xia Song put away his smile and said seriously, "I don't care if my dad pays it back. I'm not that stupid. Don't worry, Mr. Jiang."

"Where is your mother?"

Thinking of the middle-aged lady who favored outsiders, Jiang Xing really didn't like it.

Xia Song fell silent, his eyelashes drooped, and his back slumped involuntarily.

Jiang Xing: "Don't worry, think slowly."

He lifted the quilt, and the young man immediately put aside his depressed mood just now, and chose a piece of thick home clothes for him, "It's a bit cold today."

Xia Song is like a conscientious little butler of the machine, not even letting Jiang Xing make buttons by himself.

Jiang Xing couldn't help frowning as he looked at the young man who was taller than himself but behaved well and gentlely.

"You want to do something like that?"

Xia Song carefully buttoned the last horn button on the neckline, and smiled at Jiang Xing with satisfaction in his eyes.

"Of course not. I want to help my husband with his work in the future."

Jiang Xing reprimanded lightly: "Keep an inch."

When the two went downstairs, Aunt Chen just went to open the door, and she was pleasantly surprised: "Why is Xiaofeng back? Fortunately, I cook a lot for lunch, and I have your favorite pork rib soup..."

"Thank you auntie."

Jiang Feng stepped into the room, and happened to meet the two who were going down the stairs, and his face turned dark for a moment.

"Brother." She said gloomyly, "Xia, Song?"

Xia Song smiled friendly, as if she didn't notice her aggressiveness: "Student Jiang Feng."

Jiang Xing: "Eat first."

Jiang Feng suppressed all the anger in his stomach, sat down on his buttocks, and stared at Xia Song menacingly.

"Mr. Jiang, please sit here, the wind won't blow." Xia Song pulled back the chair and said considerately, "Let me serve you a bowl of porridge first? It's fish porridge, which nourishes the stomach and doesn't smell fishy."

The more he behaved like a good boyfriend who cared for everything, the darker Jiang Feng's face became, and in the end it was almost the same color as the chicken dipped in soy sauce on the table.

Jiang Xing asked: "Why are you back today?"

"Brother, what's the matter with Xia Song?" Jiang Feng asked with a serious face, "Why did you let him live in?"

"The porridge is a bit hot, be careful." Xia Song put the bowl in front of Jiang Xing, with a small spoon leaning inside.He heard Jiang Feng questioning, but still focused on Jiang Xing.

Jiang Xing: "Sit."

Just as Xia Song was about to sit down next to him, the chair tilted to the side. It turned out that Jiang Feng kicked it away with a stretched leg.

"Xiaofeng." Jiang Xing said helplessly, "This is very rude."

Jiang Feng asked angrily: "Brother, ask Xia Song why he doesn't go to class? What does he want to do at our house?"

Not going to class?Jiang Xing looked at the young man, who lowered his head, a little at a loss, and unconsciously scratched the pattern on the edge of the tablecloth with his fingers.

Xia Song looked up at him cautiously, but said nothing.

Jiang Xing: "Sit down first."

Jiang Feng's eyes widened, "Brother?"

"I'll talk to him." Jiang Xing took a sip of the porridge, which was not what Aunt Chen was used to. "You did it?"

Xia Song nodded and said in a low voice, "Yes."

Jiang Feng has seen through it, his brother and Xia Song are now fighting together.Feeling wronged and angry at the same time, sweeping the dishes on the table like a storm.

When Xia Song moved his chopsticks, which direction was he pointing at, Jiang Feng immediately turned around and snatched the food from under his chopsticks.

After Jiang Xing finished his porridge, Jiang Feng almost ate up all the meat and vegetables on the table, while Xia Song's bowl was still clean, not even a drop of oil.

"Xiaofeng, eat slowly."

Jiang Feng: "Oh."

She reluctantly slowed down, poking the lotus root box in the bowl with her chopsticks, with a bitter expression on her face.

Jiang Xing was amused, and saw that Xia Song didn't dare to move his chopsticks, so he picked up some dishes for him.

The young man's eyes were full of surprise, and he narrowed his eyes with a smile, "Thank you, Mr. Jiang."

He moved his chopsticks carefully and vigorously, adding a small piece of meat with a chopstick of rice, unlike eating, he was as devout as eating in a temple.

Really... Jiang Xing frowned slightly, took an empty plate, took some of each dish, and put it in Xia Song's hand.

Jiang Feng is about to explode.

She rolled her eyes and suddenly smiled sweetly, "Brother, when will Xiao Ling come back?"

When she spoke, she stared at Xia Song's expression, and sure enough, she saw that the young man's smile froze visibly to the naked eye.

"Miss it?" Jiang Xing asked.

"That's not true," Jiang Feng added emphatically, "Xiao Ling is so nice, obedient and clingy to brother, he is a very popular star over there."

Jiang Xing said with a smile: "It really looks good."

"Right."

Xia Song's chewing movements slowed down, and he couldn't taste the food in the second half.

Jiang Feng's trick succeeded, and he was full, "Brother, I'm going to take a nap, I love you." She hugged Jiang Xing intimately.

"You're still like a child." Jiang Xing reprimanded lightly, "Go now."

Aunt Chen cleared the table and went to rest.

Xia Song sat there with his head bowed, like a dog who made a mistake and was punished facing the wall and thinking about it, he didn't dare to breathe.

Jiang Xing tapped the cup, "Why don't you go to class?"

"I want to stay with you." Xia Song whispered, vainly without confidence.

"I don't like people lying to me." Jiang Xing's tone was light, unable to hear any emotion, "Those who lie to me once will lie to me a second time."

"I'm sorry." Xia Song admitted his mistake in a low voice, "I just..."

Jiang Xing's eyes were slightly cold, and Xia Song felt pained by the whip on his back.

A lie needs a series of lies to complete, and it will always be exposed.

If he didn't do this, how could he have a chance to get close to Jiang Xing?

Jiang Xing is the unattainable moon for him in his life. He can only have a chance to be embraced by him by disguising himself as the rabbit that the moon likes.

A lie told will come back one day.But he has just met Jiang Xing, he absolutely does not want to be thrown out now.

"Mr. Jiang, don't be angry." Seeing Jiang Xing's silence, Xia Song leaned closer, his shoulders touching his shoulders intimately, "I won't lie to you again."

Unless this lie can make Jiang Xing love him.

"I swear."

The oath is only valid when sworn.

"Mr. Jiang wants to know anything else, I will tell you everything."

lie.

Xia Song seemed to have deceived himself, his eyes were so sincere that even Jiang Xing couldn't see any flaws.

Jiang Xing smelled the smell of jasmine tea, and the smell of the young man's clothes that had been dried in the sun.

Everything he showed Jiang Xing was related to sunshine and beauty.

"Look." Xia Song pulled out a small vase from behind as if conjuring, which contained white roses that were about to bloom, "The garden will be ready soon."

He gave carefully trimmed flowers to his loved ones. In fact, what he gave was not flowers, but a fiery heart.

"Thank you." Jiang Xing finally spoke.

A big stone fell in Xia Song's heart, "Are you resting in the afternoon?"

Jiang Xing: "No."

"But I want to go out to play with Mr. Jiang." The young man's hand on the back of the chair slipped down quietly at this moment, getting closer to Jiang Xing's shoulder.

The drunken promises made last night are too many to count, Xia Song will one day embrace his moon in a fair and bright way.

Jiang Xing recalled today's arrangement, and let go: "Up to four o'clock, and I will have a meeting later."

"No problem!" Xia Song said, "We're leaving now!"

Jiang Xing was about to get up, but the young man stopped him suddenly.

"doing what?"

Xia Song smiled slightly, with complicated emotions in his eyes, and trapped Jiang Xing in the seat with his arms weakly.

"Before that." He leaned closer to Jiang Xing, his black eyes were deep and hot, "Mr. Jiang told me who Xiao Ling is."