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

It has to be said that the pranks of the Jiang brothers and sisters are exactly the same.

Last night Jiang Xing just teased Xia Song with Xiao Ling because he was drunk, and today Jiang Feng came back and stabbed Xia Song again in the name of Xiao Ling.

Jiang Xing's expression was subtle: "You will know later."

He casually pushed Xia Song, "Get up."

"No." Xia Song refused, and begged him with a soft expression, "Mr. Jiang, tell me."

The arms tightened, trying to restrain the moon that did not belong to him.

Jiang Xing glanced at him, and lightly pulled Xia Song's arm away. The young man froze for less than two seconds, then let go.

Xia Song followed behind Jiang Xing dejectedly, still holding the small vase in his hand.

Jiang Xing: "You don't need to change your clothes?" After he finished speaking, he remembered that the young man came here empty-handed. It was just such a set of clothes. He probably wore the spare home clothes at home yesterday. Aunt Chen washed and dried his coat. Have to wear.

The young man has a big frame and a slender figure. Whether it is sportswear or formal clothes, he can directly pull it to the level of taking a poster cover.Jiang Xing thought about it, and chose two good shops in his mind, and took Xia Song to buy clothes in a while.

Xia Song was pleasantly surprised: "Mr. Jiang wants to buy clothes for me?"

Jiang Xing realized that he had actually said it, and nodded along the way, "Yeah."

Xia Song laughed and said, "Do I look like a male college student who was taken care of by Mr. Jiang?"

"Very self-aware." Jiang Xing accepted his joke with a smile, which made Xia Song's face heat up.

Does Mr. Jiang recognize him a little bit by doing this?

When the driver saw Xia Song, he boasted, "Mr. Xiao Xia looks much more energetic."

The driver looked at Xia Song with admiration.After all, besides Xiaofeng, this young man was the first one to let Mr. Jiang push off work and accompany him to go out.

Jiang Xing was wearing an ordinary gray thin windbreaker, which was well tailored. Even with a woolen bottoming shirt inside, it could clearly outline the man's thin waist, straight spine and shoulders.

"It's ok." Jiang Xing gave Xia Song a secondary card for the mall, and when he turned around, he saw the young man's eyes burning, "What's wrong?"

The staff pretended to look casually at the boy next to Mr. Jiang, as if they were scratching with curiosity.

According to the information, this little boy only went to university and knows how to use a secondary card. He must not be a relative of Mr. Jiang. Could it be that he was the first to meet Mr. Jiang's little lover?

But this boy is really handsome, with fair skin, but deep and bright facial features, broad shoulders and long legs, a whole school grass seed.

From the first time he came in to Mr. Jiang's card application, the young man never looked away, looking at Mr. Jiang tenderly and attentively, as if he was the only one in his own world, and no one else could catch his eyes.

Being loved by him should be able to experience the feeling of the center of the world, right?In the dog's world, there is only his favorite master.

Is this Mr. Jiang's happiness?

Xia Song took the card, cherished it and said, "Thank you, Mr. Jiang."

Jiang Xing: "You can buy whatever you want. It's a debit card with no balance."

"I won't use it indiscriminately." Xia Song said seriously, "I came with Mr. Jiang."

"I'm not that free." Jiang Xing said casually, thanking the staff with a slight nod, "Let's go."

Today is a working day, and there are not many people in the mall, but Jiang Xing and Xia Song are tall, too conspicuous, and almost everyone will look at them separately.

Jiang Xing first took him to buy a few sets of autumn clothes. Afraid of trouble, he went directly to the one he used to order.When the sales sister saw Xia Song and Jiang Xing, she immediately smiled sincerely and recommended several styles for Jiang Xing this season.

Xia Song tried it one by one, and the effect was much better than the model posters on the outer wall. The salesperson praised him for his superb skills, and Jiang Xing was dizzy.

Xia Song narrowed his eyes with a smile: "Really? Thank you sister."

"Really! The suit you wear matches Mr. Jiang today, look." She asked Xia Song to look in the mirror.

Xia Song wore a thicker black long windbreaker, suppressing the youthful spirit on his body. Standing next to Jiang Xing, he could not see the difference in age and identity between the two, and he could blend into one in the dim and warm colors of autumn and winter with his arms outstretched. .

Jiang Xing: "Yes."

Salesperson: "And this set, this set..."

She kept making recommendations, and Jiang Xing originally thought that Xia Song would be uncomfortable, but he didn't at all.

Xia Song saw through his thoughts, and said with a friendly smile, "I'm still the chief after all."

Putting on the windbreaker, Xia Song carried two more inner wears by himself, and the rest were delivered directly to the house, and they would arrive at night.

Jiang Xing: "Speaking of the chief."

The two walked up the escalator, Xia Song put his arms around Jiang Xing's waist to prevent him from accidentally stepping on the air.

"When will you go back to training?" Jiang Xing asked, "If you are selected, you must perform well, and don't make jokes at the concert."

Xia Song: "Well... I will."

The young man looked like he was talking about him, but he didn't take it seriously.

Jiang Xing raised his eyebrows: "I will ask the driver to take you to school for practice after I go to work tomorrow."

Xia Song frowned pitifully, "I have to take care of Mr. Jiang's garden."

"Come back after practice."

"But it's afternoon after practice..."

Jiang Xing got off the elevator, looked sideways at Xia Song, and smiled faintly, "You are so energetic, you won't be overwhelmed if you run two more times, right?"

Xia Song was taken aback, and while there was no one around, he approached Jiang Xing and put his shoulders on him, and sighed: "Mr. Jiang said so, then I have to do it even if I can't."

"Hey?" With an exclamation from behind, Xia Song reflexively pulled Jiang Xing to take a step aside.

"Xia Song...?" The visitor's voice was full of uncertainty, obviously he did not expect to meet Xia Song here, "Is it really you?"

Xia Song looked over, his brows and eyes flashed overcast for a moment, and he smiled and said, "Aunt Zhang."

Zhang Cuilan is a neighbor of his family. Her daughter works as a salesperson at a jewelry counter in a shopping mall. She has retired and has nothing to do. She comes here every day to deliver meals to her daughter.

She looked around at the two of them. Jiang Xing had his back to her and couldn't see clearly.But the big scene the day before yesterday spread to everyone in several buildings on Xuefu Street, and Zhang Cuilan immediately thought of the big boss whose neighbors said he was so rich.

"Xiao Xia, are you going shopping with your friends?" Zhang Cuilan immediately turned her face, and smiled amiably, "Have you eaten yet, why don't you go to Auntie's house for a while?"

She looked down on Xia Song, and she didn't even think about exchanging pleasantries, which sounded like hypocrisy and perfunctory.Zhang Cuilan usually loves to embarrass Luo Hong's mother and son over trivial matters.

Today, the TV was too loud and she had to rest, and tomorrow, the cooking fume came to her house, so Luo Hong hurriedly wiped the exhaust fan.

Luo Hong didn't dare to resist her neighbors, so she held her breath and endured it every time, and turned around to scold Xia Song for making her live only under the eyes of others.

After two more visits, Xia Song would go to Zhang Cuilan's house to wipe the exhaust fan first, and finally let the greedy neighbor find a free labor force, and his wish was fulfilled.

Sure enough, Zhang Cuilan said: "You're not here, I struggle to clean the exhaust fan, and your mother's cooking is full of oily smoke, and there is a layer of oil on the top of mine..."

Xia Song: "You can hire a housekeeper for 30 yuan, and it will be wiped clean from the ceiling to the stove."

"30 yuan, huh, that's easy for you to say." Zhang Cuilan was waiting for his words, she thrust her waist in, and the lunch box in her hand thumped, "How much jewelry does my daughter have to sell to get such a small commission when she earns [-] yuan? Just say your mother, now that the charcoal plant has collapsed, her three-day pension is only thirty..."

"You're a college student, tsk tsk, you're not in the same way as us." The middle-aged woman raised her eyebrows and opened her mouth non-stop.

She couldn't help but glance at Jiang Xing, pointing at Xia Song's handbag, "Let's just say that your clothes cost seven or eight thousand, right? You have noble people to help you, so why don't you think about your mother eating bran and swallowing vegetables?" Woolen cloth."

The people passing by were also attracted by Zhang Cuilan's loud voice, and looked at Xia Song frequently.

Jiang Xing: "I have read the financial reports of every store in the mall."

Zhang Cuilan didn't understand what he meant, but her voice was much lower, and she asked politely, "What do you mean?"

Jiang Xing glanced at Zhang Cuilan's lunch bag, which had the name of the store where her daughter worked.

"How much is your daughter's monthly salary?" Jiang Xing asked casually.

Zhang Cuilan's complexion was not good, but she was still thinking about how to let Jiang Xing give Xia Song some benefits for herself, and replied: "Then it's only three thousand, it's enough for her to eat and wear."

"The minimum salary of each counter employee filled in the report is [-], and the commission will be calculated separately."

The man's voice was steady and cold, but Zhang Cuilan's expression changed.

"Seven thousand and five?" She almost screamed, "Where are so many?"

Xia Song held Jiang Xing back, his brows drooping, and he didn't want his Mr. Jiang to continue talking to the scoundrels in Tongzilou.

Jiang Xing held him backhanded, his warm palm full of soothing power.

"This is the new hire guarantee. How long has your daughter been working?"

Zhang Cuilan: "Three years! How much should there be?"

"Ten thousand."

"This ghost girl!" Zhang Cuilan raised her eyebrows with anger, she didn't even bother to trouble Xia Song, she casually said goodbye and ran into the jewelry store aggressively.

Her daughter had a clever tongue, and she was complimenting a little girl so excitedly, but the mother who had just left rushed to the counter, pushed the little girl away, and asked sharply, "Damn girl! Didn't you say that you are alone?" Just 3000 yuan per month? Huh? You want me to subsidize you with pension, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, take out your salary slip! I want to see..."

The customer was stunned, and put down the gold chain with a dark face, "I won't buy it."

"Hey, don't..."

"Come here for me!"

The people in the store turned their backs into chaos, and Xia Song was dumbfounded.

Jiang Xing let go of his hand, "Let's go."

"Mr. Jiang!" He caught up and took Jiang Xing's palm tentatively, his fingers intertwined under the cuff, inseparable, "You can even remember the salary of the store staff?"

"Of course I don't remember." Jiang Xing Jiang Xing glanced at him, didn't move away, but didn't respond, "The average level of this mall."

Xia Song laughed so hard that Jiang Xing could see the swiftly wagging tail behind him.

"Mr. Jiang is amazing!"

Jiang Xing frowned and said, "It's your bun."

To deal with this kind of simple-minded rogue, just hit the snake with seven inches.The daughter insists on walking for an hour every day to deliver meals after work. Leaving aside maternal love, she definitely has a lot of desire to control the child.

The salary is handed in, and the question is that parents will help save it to buy a house later.Zhang Cuilan definitely couldn't bear the fact that her daughter lied to her and only made 3000 yuan.

Jiang Xing worked hard to explain, but Xia Song didn't listen to half a word. He just looked at his husband's calm and confident look, and his hands became tighter and tighter.

Just after the two got into the car, Xia Song finally couldn't bear it, approached Jiang Xing, and kissed the corner of the other's lips.

When the driver said hello, he split his car halfway and stared blankly at the rearview mirror.

Jiang Xing pushed him away: "I agree?"

"I was wrong." Xia Song admitted his mistake frankly, "I am a little bad dog who can't bear it."

Drivers just want to plug their ears.

Jiang Xing sighed softly, and pressed on the baffle.

"Don't say that, huh?" His fingertips hooked Xia Song's palm.

Xia Song's eyes were hot, and his eyes were burning when he looked at Jiang Xing.

"I am willing to be Mr. Jiang's little dog." He licked the tip of his tiger teeth, "If necessary, I can also be a big dog."

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The world of rewards is mindless sweet (loud)

Please blame 1 and Xingxing for any illogical behavior _(:з」∠)_