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

Xia Song always looked at Jiang Xing when he spoke, without blinking his eyes, not letting go of any of his reactions.

The young man hugged him tightly, with long arms and legs wrapped around him. There was still a faint scent of pine on his body, and a little burnt feeling, like over-baked sugar cubes, dripping down hot and sticky, wrapping Jiang Star won't let him escape.

Jiang Xing: "You sit back."

"Don't do it." The young man said stubbornly, "Just give me a kiss."

Jiang Xing had no choice but to grab his cheek, leaving two finger marks.

Xia Song rubbed harder, "Mr. Jiang..."

In fact, the more intimate things have been done, but the young people are very serious about such trivial things as hugging and kissing, and they will never cross the line without Jiang Xing's permission.

Xia Song's cheeks were pinched and deformed, and the skin on his face was also very white, making his facial features extraordinarily thick, not the gentle temperament of a scholar, but the aggressiveness of a beast.

It's very different from his personality.

Jiang Xing raised his head and kissed Xia Song lightly on the cheek.

Xia Song was discouraged, "Mr. Jiang is just like his own brother and sister."

"if not?"

Jiang Xing said with a smile, "It's time to get home, take your things away."

Aunt Chen cooked a large table full of dishes, the portions were not big, the nutritional ratio was balanced, and everything could be eaten.

From the refreshing diced chicken with green bamboo shoots to the spicy and delicious boiled pork slices, it was just enough for two people. Xia Song also helped Jiang Xing solve half of it, looking like he could hug Aunt Chen and kiss him.

After living for more than 20 years, I felt treated more tenderly by an outsider than my biological parents.

Jiang Xing had a lot of work, and Xia Song was locked out of the study, and the young man didn't let go no matter how coquettish he was to please him.

"Then I'll go out for a while," Xia Song said, "Do you want some snacks, Mr. Jiang? I'll buy some along the way."

"No, pay attention to safety."

Xia Song smiled, "Okay."

When the house became quiet, Xia Song deliberately changed into new clothes whose price could be felt just by looking at the material, and left the villa facing the night.

In a prefabricated house in an urban village, the smoke is lingering, and the floor is full of dried fruit peels and squashed cigarette butts. Good cigarettes ranging from five yuan a pack to hundreds of them are mixed in, and the wallets of customers can be seen from them. thickness.

There was an uproar inside, ghosts were crying and wolves were howling, some people were screaming, some were scolding, and some were crying and begging the dealer to let him play another game on credit.

But these people who lost everything were either thrown out of the door and went back to find the money themselves, or they could get a box full of red tickets on the spot as soon as they gritted their toothpicks and pressed their fingers.

No one thought about how to pay it back.

The board room has only one small vent, no windows, and no light can be seen from the outside. There are two potbellied men standing at the door. They are not very strong, but their faces are fleshy and their expressions are ferocious, enough for ordinary people to detour.

The two men shared a good cigarette with each other, laughing lewdly and discussing which massage parlor to spend the night after closing.

As the gatekeepers of the carnival hell, they never gamble.

In the thick night and the hustle and bustle, a figure walked on the sandy road.

The gatekeeper narrowed his eyes, "There is someone."

"Is it a note?" Another person asked nervously, "Tsk, it's so high."

"No..." the gatekeeper said meaningfully, "It's been a while since we've had any rich people come here."

He raised the flashlight, and the harsh white light illuminated the face of the person coming.

"Who! This is a warehouse, and idlers are not allowed to enter."

The man had been prepared for a long time, and with his palms on his eyelids, only the lower half of his handsome face could be seen.

"I'm looking for Xia Yanbing."

The gatekeeper looked at each other, turned off the flashlight, and said mockingly: "Look for someone, we are not a nursery here, and there are no homeless children."

"Xia Yanbing owes your boss 32 usury." He put down his hands, his eyes were cold.

"Knowing that you dare to come?" The gatekeeper raised his eyebrows, whistled, and three burly men with crowbars came out from the door.

Xia Song: "Is he still gambling?"

"Are you the son of Xia Mouse?" The man suddenly recalled his memory and smiled grinningly: "It just so happens that your father hasn't paid the money yet..."

He looked up and down Xia Song's decent attire, "Look at you, it's not difficult to pay back 30, right? Lord, let Boss Zhang give you a change."

Xia Song pursed the corners of her lips tightly, her jaw tensed.

"I'll pay back the money." Xia Song shook his wrist, wearing a watch that can be seen as expensive to an outsider, "Let him come out, pay back the money, and he will borrow it later, you are not allowed to go to Xuefu Street .”

The gatekeeper gave a "tsk" sound. He was also responsible for leading people to collect debts. How could he not know that Luo Hong's family was so poor that there was only one pot left, not to mention 30, or even [-].

Not to mention Xia Mouse, who lost two fingers, and was still gambling inside.

"Let him get out." The thug made a decision, and with a wave of his hand, the two younger brothers led in.

"Hey, I still have money! I haven't finished gambling yet! Why should you drive me away..."

"If I won that game just now, how can you lose money! Let go—"

A tall and stooped man was thrown out the door. He was almost out of shape, with sunken eye sockets, yellow teeth, and black stains in his nails that hadn't been cut for a long time.

He fell down in front of Xia Song, looked at the shiny leather shoes in front of him, was taken aback for a moment, then stood up scrambling, "Xia Song!"

"En." Xia Song responded coldly.

Xia Yanbing looked at him from top to bottom, greedy in his eyes, "You, hey, my good son, you don't forget me after making a lot of money..."

He wanted to go to pull Xiasong, but the other party shrewdly avoided him, and his eyes widened: "What are you hiding! I don't recognize you!"

Xia Song frowned in disgust, every hair on the other side made him sick to death.

When he was very young, he and Luo Hong lived in a narrow partition. Xia Yanbing often came back at two or three o'clock in the middle of the night.

When he wins, he hugs his wife and children and laughs, has unrealistic dreams, and throws wine bottles all over the room.

More often than not, he loses, so whatever he can grab will become a tool for beating and scolding his wife and children, regardless of the belt or wooden stool.

The thug raised his lips, "Your son said he would pay back the money for you."

"Really?" There was no anger on Xia Yanbing's face, and he smiled happily: "Good Xia Xia, how is your mother recently? Hey, I miss you two."

Xia Song said coldly: "Do you want to beat someone for free?"

Without waiting for Xia Yanbing to continue acting, he slowly rolled up his cuffs and revealed his watch.

"You have to be trustworthy when doing business." Xia Song said, "From now on, Xia Yanbing's debts will have nothing to do with me."

The gatekeeper is a man of knowledge, coveted his watch, and waved his hands repeatedly: "It's easy to say."

They agreed well, but Xia Song is so rich, it shouldn't be a big deal to ask him for some pocket money in the future.Anyway, this kid is in A University, can he still run away?You can't hide in school all your life.

Xia Yanbing: "What do you mean?"

"Can't understand people's language?" Xia Song took half a step back, frowned, his eyes showed disgust, "You will die or live here in the future, and it has nothing to do with me."

Xia Yanbing said angrily: "How dare you?!"

"The 30 will help you pay it back now, or continue to pretend to be low-key and beat them up, choose by yourself."

Xia Yanbing's complexion changed, he was reluctant to part with the temptation of paying off the usury, and he knew that he couldn't let Xia Song, the cash cow, go.

How could Xia Song fail to see what he was thinking, and smiled sarcastically.

Even at this time, the other party didn't even think about asking where his money came from.Xia Yanbing only had his debts and gambling in his eyes.

Xia Song moved his fingers in his pocket and asked, "I dare not? Let me ask you, how many times have you hit me and my mother over the years?"

Xia Yanbing's momentum was suppressed by him, and he was cowarded all of a sudden. The mouse is like this. When others are stronger than him, he pretends to be humble. When others are weak, he becomes a perpetrator who commits crimes.

"I did, but you know, Dad loves you."

"Don't disgust me." Xia Song said coldly, and continued to ask: "Have you ever paid alimony?"

"Tsk, I don't have money, it's not like your mother can't afford you."

Xia Song: "I'll ask you one last time, do you still bet?"

Xia Yanbing was enraged by his series of questioning, and he didn't care about Xia Song, and shouted: "You have to take care of your father's business? I just sold you for a bet, why don't you fucking call me daddy! "

"Okay." Xia Song smiled, "You said it."

It was so dark that no one saw him move in his pocket.

The thugs watched the show with relish, and didn't take it seriously when they saw a few pickup trucks at the end of the road. They just regarded them as vehicles passing by at night and illegally transporting building materials.

It was too late when those cars surrounded their house.

The gatekeeper yelled, "Run!"

Several people slammed the board room twice with a crowbar, turned around and ran, the loud noise made the inside quiet, and the gamblers screamed, wanting to run away through the back door that had been left long ago.

"police!"

"The back door is blocked!"

Xia Song's face changed slightly, and he kicked Xia Yanbing who rushed forward, and wanted to run to the motorcycle he had hidden when he came, but was stopped by a plainclothes within two steps.

He raised his hand and said calmly, "I'm not a gambler. My dad gambles here. I'm here to find him."

The plainclothes saw that he was neat and tidy, and asked him to show his ID card to check online, and his attitude softened: "It turns out that he is from A University, your father, alas...but you still have to go back to the police station with us to make a record, understand? No I'm afraid, if you haven't committed a crime, it won't be recorded in the file."

"Thank you." Only then did Xia Song feel pain in his fingers. It turned out that he had pierced his fingertips with his nails just now, and his ten fingers were dripping with blood.

He is not afraid of keeping files.

The plainclothes let him sit in a car alone instead of with those criminals who were handcuffed and headbanded. Xia Song lowered his head and rubbed between his brows painfully.

How could it be such a coincidence.He can obviously handle it better...

In the early morning, Aunt Chen knocked on Jiang Xing's door, "Mr. Jiang?"

Jiang Xing got up and opened it, "What's wrong?"

Aunt Chen worried: "Xiao Xia hasn't come back yet, I don't know where she went, and I can't get through the phone."

"Shut down?" Jiang Xing was slightly surprised, "Okay, I will find him, you should rest first."

Aunt Chen hesitated for a moment, but she still stood still, and said softly, "Mr. Jiang, Xiao Xia is really fine."

Seeing that Jiang Xing didn't answer, she continued: "I'm also a very fashionable old aunt. I know that some of you don't like girls, but you just like girls, ahem, same sex."

Aunt Chen coughed twice in embarrassment, "But, it doesn't matter whether a man or a woman is a man or woman, what matters is the right person. Don't you think so?"

"Well, let's go to rest." Jiang Xing went downstairs with his aunt in his arms, "I have a sense of proportion."

Aunt Chen patted him and said good night with a smile.

Jiang Xing called the driver: "Where's Xia Song?"

"I was going to tell you about this." The driver whispered, "It's at the police station."

"Police station?" Jiang Xing frowned, picked up his coat with one hand and drove down to the basement, "Why?"

"I haven't asked yet, I just found out that she was taken away at the entrance of the casino."

Jiang Xing: "I see. Call him."

There was a sound from the driver's head, and a moment later, a slightly heavy breathing came from the receiver.

Neither of them spoke.