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

The hot water was so hot that the snow on the ground melted into a layer, emitting white smoke.

Jiang Xing: "Are you okay?"

Seeing him take a step closer, Fisher forced himself to be calm and cover the cup, "It's okay."

Jiang Xing groped in his pocket for a long time, and took out the tissue that Ran Feng had asked him to carry, "Here."

"Thank you."

Fisher wiped off the water stains, and said awkwardly, "What did you just say?"

After asking, he felt a little regretful in his heart.

Why did you come back to this topic again.

"Ah," Jiang Xing seemed to have forgotten what he said just now, "Can I chase you?"

His tone was as flat as asking if he could buy some ice cream.

Fisher: "Isn't the person who came with you your lover?"

Jiang Xing blinked, not understanding who he was talking about.

Fisher said helplessly, "You are holding hands with him."

For their cultural background, same-sex holding hands suggests an intimacy beyond friendship, especially in the city where Fisher's work is famous.

Even if two girls hold hands there, they will be regarded as a couple by passers-by.

Jiang Xing's expression is a bit weird, his iris is light in color, more dazzling and clear than amber in the sun.

Much like the crystal colors a doll would use.

Fisher found himself wandering again.

"You mean Ran Feng?" Jiang Xing patted the snow on the gloves, "He... doesn't count."

Seeing the doubts in Fei Xue's eyes, Jiang Xing explained: "He just takes care of me, it has nothing to do with love."

The atmosphere was so embarrassing that it was suffocating. If there were staff members present, I'm afraid the five-story villa would have been picked out by its toes.

Jiang Xing shrugged, showing a smile of pure joy.

The pride of teasing Fisher flashed in his eyes, and he was complacent about it.

Fisher, who has been in society for so many years, can naturally see Jiang Xing's thoughts.

I still remember the grudge.He was amused and shook his head.

"Don't make fun of others."

Jiang Xing: "Oh."

He followed Fisher to the cable car as if nothing had happened.

He was still an immature child after all.

Fisher carried the skis, feeling a bit complicated while relaxing.

Probably because of being rubbed by a little wild cat, Fisher was worried that he couldn't take it home.As a result, he flicked his tail and slipped away gracefully. ,

It was completely put together by Jiang Xing.

The two took the cable car back to the top of the mountain, and the director applauded, "It's rare to see Jiang Xing being so serious."

Jiang Xing glanced at him, hummed softly and walked to Ran Feng's side, "I'm thirsty."

Ran Feng took out the thermos from his bag, which contained pear soup with rock sugar, which was sweet but not greasy.

Director: "Fisher was awesome just now, we were terrified at first."

Fisher smiled and said, "Sorry."

"No no," the director waved his hand, "It's too handsome."

After a few people rested for a while, the director said: "There is one extra challenge task left, and we can go to eat after finishing it."

After being frozen in the snow for a long time, everyone was tired and hungry, and they cheered happily upon hearing this.

Fisher: "What challenge?"

Jiang Xing directed Ran Feng to take out an extra glass and pour pear soup for Fisher.

"Here." He lifted his chin, pinching the glass handle with his slender fingertips, "Did you spill all the water just now?"

Water spilled?The director raised his ears, what happened?

Fisher politely refused, "I don't like sweet drinks, thank you."

Jiang Xing was taken aback for a moment, and then he was so angry that he drank it all in one gulp, and glared at Fei Xue angrily, "Forget it if you don't drink."

Fisher didn't expect that this would make Jiang Xing angry, so he raised his hands helplessly in a gesture of surrender.

"No offense meant."

The director quickly came out and said, "So what about this challenge..."

He looked at the two of them, but he couldn't get a picture of himself because of the camera, and he smiled: "It's tandem skiing."

The two looked at the camera at the same time, Jiang Xing tilted his head, frowned slightly, his troubled appearance was magnificent and moving.

People are willing to clear up trivial matters for him at a glance.

Jiang Xing: "Still slippery?"

The director gave him a stare, and quickly imitated Fisher's action and surrendered, "You don't need to skate by yourself."

Fisher asked, "That's it?"

Director: "'Double' skiing refers to...Ms. Fisher holds Jiang Xing to skate."

Wu Yueqiang laughed unceremoniously, "What kind of challenge is this?"

The director was serious: "Mr. Fisher's skiing skills are so strong, we must increase the difficulty..."

Jiang Xing interrupted: "You messed with him on purpose, didn't you?"

The embarrassment of being seen through flashed by, the director patted the script, and said seriously: "Have you lost your temper again?"

Jiang Xing sneered and said, "You think I don't know what you want to fry?"

The smell of gunpowder is getting heavier.

"Traffic password? Huh?" The young man stood with arms folded, his delicate eyebrows and eyes full of disdain, "Do you think I am willing to cooperate with you?"

The staff all held their breath and stared at the two of them closely.

They won't be the first program group to have a falling out with actors on the spot...

Wu Yueqiang frowned, pushed away the camera facing Jiang Xing, "Stop taking pictures."

Calm and powerful, there is no doubt.

She was too big, the photographer smiled awkwardly, and silently turned away from the camera.He didn't want to offend Wu Yueqiang.

Anyway, the recording is still there.

Jiang Xing glanced at him coldly, "Shoot as soon as you shoot, am I afraid?"

Wu Yueqiang disagreed and said: "Xing Xing, it's almost done."

Wu Yin was stunned, he had never seen an actor who dared to be tough with the program crew.

Jiang Xing why?Isn't he afraid of malicious editing behind the show?Aren't you afraid of getting a worse reputation?

Jiang Xing pursed his lips and wanted to say something, but Fisher raised his hand to stop him, "It's okay."

The young man gave him a sideways glance, the tails of his eyes sparkling silently and seductively.

He snorted softly in his nasal cavity, "I'm protecting you, it's not that I'm afraid of them messing around."

Jiang Xing doesn't care about other people's evaluations, not to mention that he relies on acting skills rather than traffic in this industry, so he naturally has confidence.

But what about Fisher?

The clean background that this man has painstakingly managed for many years may be smeared by the media.

It's not a good thing to have an affair with him, Jiang Xing.

The voice was soft and floaty. Fisher had just learned a new language, so he didn't understand what "stir-fried" meant.

He smiled softly and twirled his knuckles lightly.

Although he didn't understand, Jiang Xing seemed... to be speaking for him.

Wu Yueqiang raised her eyebrows, she didn't expect that young people would stand up for others, which is rare.

The producer came out to smooth things over, and apologized to Jiang Xing in a soft tone.

But still refused to change the content of the challenge.

Jiang Xing said lazily: "Whatever."

Fisher didn't care, and he didn't care.

While Fisher was putting on the protective gear, the assistant named Ran Feng was also putting on equipment for Jiang Xing.

He glanced casually twice, doubts flashing across his eyes.

"Help me." Jiang Xing said as it should, "I'm about to lose my footing."

Ran Feng was half squatting to put on knee pads for him, when he heard this, he raised his hand and pulled Jiang Xing, letting the young man lean over and hug his shoulders.

"how about this?"

Jiang Xing was satisfied, "Yes."

The wet coat and shoes were all changed, and even the dried water stains on the goggles were wiped clean by Ran Feng.

Such intimate, meticulous care...not a boyfriend?

The director was cheerful, and he didn't seem angry: "Hurry up, we have to cook later."

Wu Yin asked in surprise: "Do it yourself?"

"Ah, the secret has been leaked." The director pretended, "I'll talk about it later."

The camera started working again, and Fisher and Jiang Xing came to the starting point together.

Fisher asked softly, "How do you want to hug?"

Jiang Xing: "Whatever you want."

"Okay," Fisher leaned over slightly, putting his arm through Jiang Xing's knee, "don't be afraid."

He easily picked up the young man.Jiang Xing had just hugged Ran Feng's arm, and now he hugged Fei Xue's neck.

Fisher collected himself, put aside the lingering image in his mind, "Try?"

Jiang Xing nodded and pursed the corners of his lips lightly, still a little scared looking at it.But with his personality, he would never speak directly in front of Fisher.

Fisher patted him on the back, holding his strong arms tighter.

"I can't use the ski poles," he said. "You don't move around, or you will lose control of the direction."

Jiang Xing: "Oh."

However, when Fisher started skating, the cold wind blew his face and made his cheeks sting, and the fear of falling in the next second scared Jiang Xing to hold onto him tightly.

"Fisher!"

As soon as he moved, Fisher had to stop, "Don't move."

"No!" Jiang Xing's lips turned pale, and he said sternly, "It's too dangerous!"

Obviously he was afraid.

Fisher was helpless, and wanted to laugh, so he simply said, "Are you afraid to look ahead?"

Jiang Xing: "Who is afraid?"

"Change your position."

Fisher deeply understands the secret of getting along with Jiang Xing - listening to his words in reverse, and doing more things and less talking.

He put down Jiang Xing, "Hug me directly, understand?"

Fisher supported Jiang Xing's waist, and the flexible and youthful vitality of his hand was very strange.

"Hold the legs too."

Jiang Xing hesitated for a while, wrapping his legs around him.

Fisher kept the touch as polite as possible, and asked softly, "Can I hug you?"

Jiang Xing: "A little tired."

Move the palm of your hand from the waist to the bottom of the thigh, and support him firmly, "Would it be better this way?"

The staff and the two guests who completed the task were watching the excitement not far away.

Jiang Xing could almost imagine the hot discussion after the show aired.

Actually still disturbed, but he didn't want to show monkeys to people.Anxiously tutted: "Okay, let's go."

Fisher grew up in the snow-capped mountains, and skiing is a part of his life for him, and he uses the skis like his fingers.

But Jiang Xing was an intruder.

Coming from a place without snow, I hate the cold.

Fisher looked at the snowflakes splashing on his face, and his mind drifted to Jiang Xing involuntarily.

The young man hugged him, and the exposed skin exuded a strange, special aura that can only be found in warm regions.

It should be something like sunshine.

Fisher thought of the wafting aromas of the archipelago, and the enthusiasm with which the natives drank in loose robes.

The fragrance of Jiang Xing's body is mixed with the icy snow and wind, which is weird but fits naturally.

Reminds him of the burning fireplace in his childhood home.

The dry firewood is burning and crackling, illuminating the wooden house and giving life to it.

Jiang Xing turned his head sideways, his voice was a little distant and broken in the rapid descent.

"Isn't it here yet?"

Fei Xuekong made a move to comfort the slender and soft back of the young man in his arms, "It will be there soon."

His back was a little cold, but the heat from Fisher seemed endless.

Jiang Xing pursed his lips tightly, lowering his eyes to hide his emotions.

The snowboard cut across and stopped firmly at the end.

Staff were waiting to greet the pair.

But they seemed to have been pressed the freeze button, and no one moved first.

It's not that I haven't filmed a hug scene with someone, but...

There has never been such a strange and familiar feeling.

It's a pity that there is no barrage, otherwise someone will immediately feel sorry for Fisher.

In the extreme sports where adrenaline is rapidly secreted, hugging Jiang Xing, isn't it rushing him to attack.

Jiang Xing was the first to take off the goggles, and a small red mark was pressed on the bridge of his nose.

It was hard to tell whether it was him blushing or just the red marks left by the oppression.

"Here we are," Fisher said.

"Yeah." Jiang Xingyu's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he looked up at him, "Put me down."

The two finally separated, and the staff endured curiosity and took them back to the top of the mountain.The first project has been delayed for too long, and there is still a second link to go up.

Jiang Xing left without hesitation, without even looking back at Fisher.

"Mr. Fisher, can I help you remove the board?" Another staff member asked tentatively.

"No, thank you." Fisher shook his head and silently removed the skis.

He should have smiled at the staff instinctively, but in fact he didn't know what he was doing.

The firewood in the fireplace was burned out, leaving only the ice and snow that had been with him for many years.

Empty and lonely.

Although there was some unpleasantness with Jiang Xing, everyone didn't take it to heart.It is not the first day to know the temper of the youth.

Finally able to take off the heavy equipment and sit back on the sofa, Wu Yueqiang stretched comfortably, "I'm so tired, what shall we eat?"

Wu Yin was a young man who was so hungry that he could eat a cow.

But the director won't take advantage of them.

"Our program is to promote cultural exchanges and experience each other's lives."

"Food, as the most popular cultural carrier, must be indispensable." The director looked at them expectantly, and said with a smile, "So, our next event... invite guests to cook a representative food of their hometown."

Wu Yueqiang said: "Huh? Do it yourself?"

"Yes, the program team prepares common ingredients for everyone, and everyone must participate."

"From flour to salmon, take your pick."

Several people looked at each other, of course, they all skipped Jiang Xing tacitly.

Jiang Xing took a sip of tea, "Ran Feng will do it for me."

The director didn't dare to argue with him anymore today, "No problem."

Wu Yin felt even more weird. Everyone was a guest who signed a contract to participate in the recording. Why should Jiang Xing have the privilege?

Wu Yueqiang saw his thoughts, and when the camera turned away, she said softly: "They went to invite Jiang Xing."

"It's not an invitation, it's an invitation."

Wu Yin froze on the spot, "Why?"

"Documentary-style variety shows are always well-received or not." Wu Yueqiang smiled lightly, "Blind praise has limited popularity, and it won't get out of the circle."

"But Jiang Xing..." She sighed with a smile, "Contradictory, small work, fans come in to praise, sunspots come in to make noise..."

Wu Yin was thoughtful, "Thank you senior."

Several people followed the program group to the Snow Mountain Hotel behind the ski center, and each chose a cooking table in a specially organized exhibition hall.

Wu Yin chose lard seasoning and flour, and Wu Yueqiang ordered rice and salmon.

Jiang Xing didn't need to cook, so he sat on the edge of the cooking table and watched them cook.

"You rub this face really badly." He looked at Wu Yin lazily, almost staring at him.

Wu Yin's hands were full of flour, even on his cheeks, and he was kneading his face uncoordinatedly.

The noodles were not strong enough, and they were still loose and flocculent.

He fell back with anger, forced a smile and said, "I seldom cook."

"Oh." Jiang Xing raised his chin, his slightly narrowed eyes were full of ridicule, "I just don't know."

"You will?"

Jiang Xing gave him a strange look: "I don't need to cook."

The muscles on Wu Yin's face twitched, "Go and see Ran Feng, is that okay?"

"I want you to take care of it." Jiang Xing snorted, jumped off the high stool and strolled to Wu Yueqiang's place.

"What is sister doing?"

Compared to Wu Yin's embarrassment, Wu Yueqiang is still elegant.

"Sashimi porridge." She rolled up her long hair with a smile, and her gorgeous aura suddenly became gentle. "Help me tie my apron."

"Okay."

Jiang Xing tied her a beautiful big bow, which made Wu Yueqiang smile, "It's too exaggerated."

She poured out a small cup of rice, then added corn oil with no strong smell and stirred it well, so that every grain of rice was coated with oil.

Jiang Xing: "Why pour oil?"

"I usually freeze the rice when making porridge, but now I don't have enough time." She obviously has rich experience, "Marinate it in oil for about 10 minutes and boil it on high heat, and the thick and soft rice porridge will come out."

While soaking the rice, she just cleaned up the salmon chunks from the show, cut them into small pieces and rolled them directly into the porridge.

Wu Yueqiang asked intimately and familiarly: "What did Ran Feng do for you?"

"I don't know." Jiang Xing looked back at his servant, "I'll go and see."

Ran Feng was wearing a black shirt with sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing his muscular lines.

Coupled with a black apron and skilled movements, it's even more like a professional chef.

Jiang Xing leaned against him, curiously looking at what he cut: "Chicken?"

Ran Feng nodded: "Chicken Douhua, what you like to eat."

Jiang Xing squinted his eyes happily, and said briskly, "You are the best."

Opposite the two happened to be Fisher, and the man paused slightly when he saw this scene.

Leaning against Ran Feng, Jiang Xing asked Fisher, "What are you doing?"

Ran Feng could accurately split the whole chicken with one hand, and easily separated two chicken breasts. With a twist of his wrist, the fat and fascia on the top were scraped aside.

Not to mention killing chickens with this knife, it will not be difficult to kill other things.

Fisher wiped off the water stains on the salmon, "smoked salmon."

He put the whole piece of fish in a fresh-keeping box, "Usually when we make salmon, we remove the water one day in advance, so that the smoked flavor will be more intense."

Jiang Xing nodded slightly, not sure if he listened carefully.

Fisher's fingers are long, perfectly matching his tall frame.The nails are neatly cut, clean and pleasing to the eye.

Jiang Xing said suddenly: "I remember you endorsed jewelry."

"Yeah." Fisher nodded, he was slicing a piece of apple wood, and almost cut it in his hand in the next second.

Because Jiang Xing poked Ran Feng and asked, "Is that brand suitable for a wedding ring?"

Ran Feng: "Yes."

Fisher smiled politely, forcibly calmed down and continued cooking.Try not to think about who Jiang Xing is going to buy the wedding ring with.

No one has anything to do with him.The fate of the two of them filming the show for a few days.

For example, words in Jiang Xing's language meet by chance.

However, Jiang Xing would not let him go.

The young man let go of Ran Feng, dissatisfied and talked with Fei Xue across the cooking table, and walked around him lightly, "Wood?"

He leaned over his body and sniffed lightly with the tip of his nose, a faint woody fragrance.

Fisher's arm near him suddenly felt a lot heavier.

"Ah."

He took a step back silently, and Jiang Xing immediately chased after him.

"For bacon?"

Fisher took a deep breath: "Yes. You are too close, and it is inconvenient for me to do things."

"Is there?" Jiang Xing raised his eyebrows, without the consciousness of being rejected, "Then what are you going to do, let me help you?"

"I need a big bowl filled with ice cubes and water." Fisher said helplessly, thinking that Jiang Xing would definitely get bored when he did something.

But the young man really searched around the table and took a big mixing bowl, "Is this okay?"

"Ah."

Jiang Xing turned to look for ice cubes, humming happily.

It seems to be the tone of the ice sea, distant and ethereal.Fisher found that Jiang Xing had a very good voice.

The little secrets of young people seem to never be exhausted.

Ran Feng withdrew his gaze and kept moving his hands until the chicken breast was completely chopped into shapeless minced chicken.

"He likes you very much."

Fei Xue was taken aback by these words, and looked up at Ran Feng, "Jiang Xing?"

Ran Feng nodded and said, "He won't take a second look at people he doesn't like."

The apple wood chips were piled up, then spread out and scattered on the table.

Ran Feng said: "If you don't like him, just tell him. He won't feel hurt."

It's just going to get worse.

Ran Feng thought blankly, since the first day he was created, Jiang Xing has thoroughly implemented the belief that "what you want must be obtained".

Although the life of interest is pitifully short.I don't know how long Fisher can keep him in love.

Fisher built up the apple tree and said slowly, "I don't hate him."

Ran Feng: "It's rare."

Fisher asked: "What is your relationship with Jiang Xing...?"

"I'm only responsible for taking care of him." Ran Feng said lightly, "Who he likes has nothing to do with me."

The exceptionally silent man glanced at Fisher.

"As long as it doesn't hurt him, I don't care."

His eyes were cold, shining with an inorganic cold light.

Fei Xue frowned slightly, this Ran Feng gave him a very strange feeling.

There are no redundant expressions, no emotions, and the movements are as precise as calculations.

In short, not human.

Jiang Xing came back with a large bowl of ice cubes. The stainless steel bowl was shaking, making a crisp sound.

"enough?"

Fei Xue came back to his senses, Ran Feng continued to chop the remaining chicken breast as if he hadn't said anything.

"enough."

Jiang Xing put down the bowl, clapped his hands to wipe off the ice water, and complained, "It's so cold."

Like him very much?

Fisher put the crisper containing the salmon into the ice water, lit the apple wood in the small stainless steel dish, put them in together, and closed the lid.

Jiang Xing leaned over the cooking table to see the smoke curling up from the box.

The round cat's eyes are bright and curious, reminding Fisher of those young people pawing at the glass of the aquarium.

"so amazing."

"Just wait an hour," Fisher said.

Jiang Xing raised his head and said as a matter of course: "I want to eat too."

This is... like him?

Confused by Jiang Xing's weird way of expressing his liking, Fisher nodded.

"of course can."

Jiang Xing immediately laughed, and the previous overbearing and arrogance was swept away.

"Thank you."

Fisher shook his head, with complicated emotions: "It's okay."

Jiang Xing is simply a mixture of contradictions. Just when you think you have figured out his character, you will immediately be shocked by the new appearance of the other party.

The four of them spent more than an hour cooking, and Ran Feng's dishes were the most pleasing to the eye at the end.

Wu Yueqiang exclaimed, "Is this tofu brain? The show crew also bought soybeans?"

Hearing her words, Jiang Xing narrowed his eyes, and said triumphantly, "It's made of chicken, chickpeas."

"Chop chicken breasts into thin paste, add egg whites and seasonings and beat into a bubbly paste..."

He poked Ran Feng, "And then?"

Ran Feng: "Pour boiling water over high heat, turn to low heat and scoop out the froth. The chicken will be cooked when it floats to the surface of the water."

"Then add the blanched vegetables and stock."

Fisher spread dill mayonnaise on the toast, rolled up a slice of light orange smoked salmon, and handed it to Jiang Xing.

"Try it."

Wu Yueqiang said with a smile: "Xing Xing doesn't work, but just eats rice?"

"Otherwise?" Jiang Xing bit his mouth, and his eyes widened in surprise.

The aroma of apple wood and dill is complex and layered, and the slightly dry salmon fillet is more rich and full of flavor than when it is fresh, without a greasy mouthfeel.

He has a picky taste, and it is rare to be able to eat such delicious food under the hands of others.

Fisher laughed: "Like it?"

Jiang Xing put away his expression and reluctantly said: "It's okay."

"He's still eating someone else's food." Wu Yueqiang tapped his knee, smiling.

"It's okay." Fisher sat down opposite him, "It's normal to have differences in taste."

Wu Yin was the last to come, and the flour all over his body was not cleaned, and the sliced ​​noodles were three to five times thicker than usual, and tasted like soy sauce.

Jiang Xing tasted the taste, and pushed it back in disgust, "You can eat it yourself."

Wu Yin's face turned red and white, and it's not good to waste food on the show, so he ate it by himself.

It is now past four in the afternoon, and the guests have been tired all day, so the program team pushed back the evening schedule and let everyone go to rest in advance.

Everyone can stay in the Snow Suite, but Fisher and Jiang Xing share the room.

Ran Feng put down the suitcase, but didn't enter the door.

Fisher nodded to the two and went in first to pack his luggage.

His figure disappeared around the corner, Jiang Xing looked away and hummed happily.

Ran Feng: "You should restrain yourself."

"why?"

"Forget about others, Heller Fisher will bring a lot of trouble." Ran Feng rationally analyzed, "Don't you hate the reporters and paparazzi that can't be cleaned up?"

Jiang Xing: "But he is very interesting."

He gestured to the opponent's skiing movements, "He won't be angry. It's the first time I've seen someone with such a good temper."

"Then you decide." Ran Feng said, "Do you need my help with luggage?"

"No." Jiang Xing suddenly laughed out loud, leaned into his ear and teased, "Fisher thought you were my boyfriend. Don't let him misunderstand you further."

"Okay." Ran Feng said calmly.He looked down at his watch and said suddenly, "I should go back and charge it."

"The temperature in the snowy mountain is low, so the battery will drain quickly, right?" Jiang Xing pulled up his sleeve and poked it a few times, "If you change the power supply mode, it should last longer."

Ran Feng moved his wrist, and there was a tattoo-like mark on his bionic skin: β-2

"Then, good night?" Jiang Xing stood on tiptoe and hugged Ran Feng, shaking his hands at him.

When Ran Feng left, Jiang Xing turned around humming a song, and there was actually Fei Xue standing behind him.

Fisher smiled uncomfortably, "I was going to invite him to live with us."

He thought of the scene of Jiang Xing embracing each other just now, and felt even weirder.

It's not a boyfriend, it's... what?

Some not-so-good guesses came to mind, but Fisher suppressed them.

Jiang Xing sat on the suitcase, sliding his legs on the ground like paddles.

"He likes to live by himself." Jiang Xing said nonsense, "Do you still go out to eat at night?"

Fisher: "No."

"Oh, then I won't go either." Jiang Xing said casually.

He packed his luggage, put on his bathrobe and walked up to the balcony.

Jiang Xing has been greedy for this hot spring snow scene for a long time, and has never been able to spare time. This time, taking advantage of the recording program can be regarded as a dream come true.

It was very cold outside, he shivered, and quickly slipped into the hot spring pool.

"I said, don't call again!" The female voice was exhausted, "We're done."

Jiang Xing was stunned, and floated to the surface of the water to look at the balcony next door.

Wu Yueqiang was leaning against the railing, she had already removed her make-up, her face was pale, and she couldn't see the rosy appearance when recording the program at all.

She saw Jiang Xing and smiled weakly, "Hang up."

The two looked at each other in silence, Jiang Xing broke through and said, "Want to help?"

"The little devil is willing to help others?" Wu Yueqiang said emphatically.

She relaxed and leaned back on the railing, her eyes were empty, "You can't help me."

"How do you know if you don't tell me." Jiang Xing grabbed the edge of the pool and approached her, and pressed the glass fence on the way, "Tell me."

Wu Yueqiang had no choice but to push down her own fence, sat on the ground and said, "It's about work."

Jiang Xing thought for a while, and said, "Oh, I said, why are you willing to take on variety shows? Is there a problem with the funding chain?"

After being pointed out so bluntly by him, Wu Yueqiang's lips turned whiter.

"That's right..." She covered her face, "Jason the dog, behind my back, invested money in the stock market and imitated other people's short selling. I lost it all, and I have to pay for it."

"Short? Really black-hearted." Jiang Xing smacked his lips, "He must have money, leave it to me."

"what?"

"A skinny camel is bigger than a horse." Jiang Xing shrugged and dialed the phone.

Jiang Xing: "Brother?"

"I want to help a friend... yes, Sister Yueqiang." Jiang Xing looked at Wu Yueqiang in surprise, "Okay, I see."

Wu Yueqiang didn't have any hope, and said with a smile: "Okay, stop messing around and work hard."

She carefully pointed out: "Fixer is not someone else, you should restrain yourself a bit, and don't let the program crew take your fault."

Jiang Xing pinched the tip of his nose, "No way."

"Okay, I'm going back, don't catch a cold." Wu Yueqiang didn't care to enjoy the snow scene, "Bye."

Jiang Xing waved his hand, "Is my sister's birthday next Tuesday?"

"Yes, 36." She laughed and turned around, "I can't tell."

Jiang Xing said casually: "My sister will receive a birthday present."

Wu Yueqiang was taken aback for a moment, the young man had already dived into the bottom of the hot spring, and if he emerged again, he would be leaning against the edge of the cliff.

Soaking in hot springs and sauna are traditional activities here. When Fisher saw Jiang Xing in the pool, he hesitated and gave up.

He changed into a gray sweatshirt and shorts and went to the gym equipment room.

The endorphins secreted by exercise allowed him to quickly calm down the restless mind caused by Jiang Xing.After running [-] kilometers, Fisher stopped slowly, wiped off his sweat with a towel, and returned to the living room.

The kitchen was open, and as soon as he opened the door, he could smell a burning smell.

"Jiang Xing?"

No one answered, Fisher was worried about the fire, and strode over, "You're okay..."

"Okay." Jiang Xing stared at an unknown object in the pot with a dark face.

Fisher's eyes fell on the eggshell in his hand, and he was silent for a while.

Jiang Xing rubbed ashes on his cheeks, and raised his head to warn him: "I'm, very, fine."

Amber's eyes were full of embarrassment.

Fisher didn't blame him, but smiled, and leaned over to look at the pot: "Fried eggs? It's become a little black egg."

The elevated body temperature after exercise dissipated from his body, and the air was full of fever-causing pheromones.

Jiang Xing blushed slightly, and threw the pot back on the stove.

"Hungry?" Fisher said with a smile, "I brought back salmon, fry it up and eat it?"

Jiang Xing nodded without saying a word.

How could there be such a good-tempered person like Fisher in the world?

The man's eyelashes are long and golden brown, and he looks very gentle when he smiles.

Jiang Xing's heart was ready to destroy.

Fisher: "Wait for me."

He first wet a new towel, "wipe your face."

"Oh."

Jiang Xing wiped his face indiscriminately, and the dust on his cheeks became bigger and bigger.

"Stop!" Fisher had no choice but to stop him, so he took the towel and leaned over to wipe it for him, keeping a polite distance.

Jiang Xing closed his eyes, raised his head and hummed, "Be gentle."

She blushed and asked Fisher to be gentle.

"All right."

Holding the towel, Jiang Xing watched helplessly as Fisher washed the pot back to its brand new factory appearance, poured oil into the pot again, and fried the salmon over low heat.

No need for extra sauce, fried and served with the remaining dill mayonnaise, the flavor is excellent.

He also specially boiled two eggs and cut them into round slices to serve on the plate, which calmed Jiang Xing's mood of being tricked by the eggs a lot.

"You're pretty good at cooking."

Fisher took a sip of ice water, "I couldn't find a job there at first, so I went to buy vegetables and meat that were discounted before the supermarket closed and cook for myself, which saved me a lot of money."

Jiang Xing looked at him strangely, "Didn't you reach the peak when you debuted?"

"Just kidding." Fisher smiled warmly. Those struggles and hardships only made him strong, and he didn't feel painful when he recalled them. "I slept in a cheap apartment for half a year, sharing a room with an addict."

Jiang Xing felt that Fisher's good temper didn't come easily after hearing what he said before.

I want to make him lose his temper, hee hee.

The young man licked the corner of his mouth, "Thank you for the hospitality, good night."

Fisher woke up once at night, her throat was a little dry, so she simply got up to pour a glass of water.

Fisher listened fascinatedly as the glass crashed into the ice.

He likes the cold, and everything that represents cold.

But... if the heat becomes like Jiang Xing, that's fine.

With ice water and a mint leaf, Fisher happily walked into the living room, suddenly startled.

The lights in the house are not turned on, and the silent mountain ridges under the night can be seen outside the panoramic floor-to-ceiling windows.

Fisher didn't see the mountain, but Jiang Xing.

The young man was lying on the sofa next to the bed, wearing only a bathrobe.Relying on the air conditioner in the room, the belt around his waist was loose, his long legs were crossed, and the white wool slipped down with his movements, curling up into a white flower on the velvet sofa.

Jiang Xing held a cigarette in his hand, and the curling pale smoke was blown away by the warm wind. When he heard the movement, he tilted his head lazily.

The moonlight shrouded him, and the boundaries around him were blurred, as hazy as a dream.

"Fisher?"

The young man smiled in a low voice, and lightly waved his slender fingers holding the cigarette, "I thought you were asleep."

Fisher silently clenched the glass, and the condensed water outside the glass fell into the carpet.

He swallowed, "Ah..."

Jiang Xing squinted at him, and suddenly smiled.

Putting the cigarette holder between her bright red lips, she took a puff and exhaled a round smoke ring.

The eyes of the two met across the center of the circle, Fisher subconsciously held his breath.

In fact, they were separated by a whole living room.

"Tch." Jiang Xing laughed, put out the cigarette butt and got up, the nightgown slid down like water, wrapping the long and soft body under it.

The heat of burning firewood passed by Fisher.

There is an illusion of being ignited.

"Jiang Xing."

"Ok?"

The young man turned sideways, smiling lazily, "What's wrong?"

Fisher: "Remember to brush your teeth."

Jiang Xing was startled, laughed exaggeratedly, and suddenly turned around and approached Fisher.

Fisher looked at Jiang Xing playfully in a daze.

Jiang Xing said with a smile: "Mr. Fisher, are you the Holy Father?"

Fisher opened his mouth, "No, I don't believe in God."

The young man laughed so hard that he couldn't straighten up, and deliberately pushed him.

The water glass dropped into the blanket, and the ice water spilled all over the floor.Fisher was caught off guard and sat down on the sofa behind him.

"you……"

"I'm sorry." Jiang Xing apologized without sincerity, kicked off the plush slippers, and touched ice cubes with bare feet.

"It's so cold." He stuck out the tip of his tongue and complained, "Who would drink ice water in winter?"

Fisher couldn't make any reaction, only felt that he didn't wake up from his dream at all tonight.

Under Jiang Xing's ambiguous, ambiguous gaze, his lips moved slightly, and what he said was out of control.

"It was you who knocked over the water on purpose."

He suddenly understood what the Internet called "Xiao Zuo Jing" meant.

Somehow it should look like a cat?Deliberately doing things that the owner hates and causing damage.

But you can't get mad yet, because he'll give you the stupid look and the haughty feeling that he's right.

Jiang Xing lifted the corner of his bathrobe, revealing his slender white legs. He stepped on the ice again until the whole piece of ice was melted by his body temperature.

Cold toes fell to Fisher's knees.

"Is it cool?"