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

"remuneration?"

Fisher repeated stiffly, staring at the young man in front of him in disbelief.

The other party just did the most trivial thing, no different from giving Fisher a fruit.

Jiang Xing stroked the cat and said lightly, "Don't you like it?"

Seeing Fei Xue's serious face, Jiang Xing twitched the corners of his mouth and said dissatisfiedly: "The first one, are you still not satisfied?"

Fisher couldn't move at all.

"What is... the first one?"

Jiang Xing's eyes showed a warning, and he poked Fisher's shoulder with his fingertips, "You don't think that whoever helps me will be paid."

"No," Fisher was distraught, she spoke instinctively, and the eloquence and calmness she had practiced under the flashlight were all shattered by Jiang Xing's careless kiss.

"Why are you doing this?"

"Didn't I say so?" The young man looked at him like a fool, "I want to see your heart, Mr. Fisher."

Fisher shook his head violently, as clumsy as a kid.

"You...you see," he tried his best to convince Jiang Xing, "There are also many people in the entertainment industry who don't like you, right? It's impossible for everyone to love you."

Jiang Xing's cat eyes widened, and he said in disbelief, "Why do I want those people to love me?"

"What... mean?" Fisher asked in a daze.

Jiang Xing shook his index finger and snapped his fingers lightly.

"It's said that if you don't agree, you will divide. I am not the same as them at all. Why should they like it?"

Fisher: "Well..."

"Understood?" Jiang Xing poked his heart so softly that he had no strength at all, but he pushed Fisher back a few steps, "That is to say, I like Teacher Fisher very much."

Ran Feng said the same thing, but Fisher couldn't understand Jiang Xing's way of thinking.

Jiang Xing bent his knees and put the long-slung cow cat on his knees, "I'm chasing you."

Fisher: "It's not like chasing people."

"Oh, then tell me, which way do you like?" Jiang Xing narrowed his eyes and said lazily, "For example... set off electronic fireworks in the center of your city? On it is your name?"

Fisher sighed, "Of course not."

He forced himself to sort out his thoughts, "Love doesn't mean that you will get something in return. What's more, you can't talk about 'love' at all."

Jiang Xing raised his eyebrows and said, "I remember the words in the movie."

Fisher's face was flustered, and his fingers unconsciously tapped on the table, looking almost crazy.

Jiang Xing suddenly laughed so hard that he couldn't straighten up. He leaned against the cabin, his long legs were lazily folded, and his toes touched Fisher's knees.

"I won't tease you." He tilted his head and smiled, his fingers stuck in the cat's long black fur, elegant and noble, completely contrary to his bad behavior.

"If you really don't like it at all," Jiang Xing narrowed his eyes, "reject me now."

The room fell silent for a moment, Xingye rested her chin on her chest, and slowly flicked her long tail boredly.

The person Jiang Xing likes is too clumsy, he is completely forced to fight back.

Fisher felt that the air in his lungs was taken away, and Jiang Xing's smiling face was disturbing his thoughts and soul, making him lose control.

The young man raised his lips, "Huh? Refuse."

It's too bad.

Fisher took a deep breath, trying to escape from the suffocation just now.

"I'm going out to get some air."

The hatch closed, and the man walked to the edge of the deck, rubbing his forehead helplessly.

Jiang Xing laughed and patted Xingye on the forehead, "There is no challenge at all."

The waves were churning, and the sea eagles flew in groups, and swallowed the plump herring in their mouths.

The wind made Fei Xue's cheeks cold, but it couldn't calm him down.Why can't he refuse Jiang Xing?

It's just a young man from a foreign country who just met yesterday. They don't know each other except their names.

The shadow of Jiang Xing was always lingering in his mind.

Arrogant self during the day, confused and indifferent at night.

Jiang Xing was like a choking fog, and Fisher was lost in it, with no way to escape.

He unconsciously caressed the corner of his lips. The kiss just now was a joke.

The hatch opened, Fisher froze, but it wasn't Jiang Xing who looked back.

The black and white border collie reluctantly walked up to him with the scarf in its mouth.

Fisher asked in surprise, "You gave me a scarf?"

He leaned over to take it. It was Jiang Xing's camel-colored cashmere scarf, which was warm and soft, with the body temperature of a young man.

With the comparison, he realized how cold it was on the deck, and the skin on the back of his hands was bruised and purple from frostbite.

Fisher felt complicated and petted the dog, "Thank you Xingye."

Xingye shook her head and barked softly into the cabin.

Fisher followed its gaze and saw Jiang Xing waving at him.

Xingye didn't want to blow the air with this idiot, so she jumped to Jiang Xing's side and kissed his neck affectionately.

Fisher hesitated for a moment, but carefully folded the scarf and put it on hand.

If I accepted Jiang Xing's kindness, I always felt that his attitude of rejection was not strong enough.

The yacht sailed slowly across the cape, and the breathtaking beauty of Xintiandi was breathtaking.

The waterfall is frozen, and the snow-white spray is still in the air.There is a small town next to it, the dark red houses are covered with thick snow, and the smoke from the fireplace is slowly rising.

The ice-free waves beat against the cliffs, and the snow-white lighthouse stands silently on the cape.

Jiang Xing put on his coat and strolled onto the deck, "It's so beautiful."

Fisher's voice was low, with a smile of a tired bird returning to its nest, "It's my hometown."

"So," Jiang Xing said, "you want to go home tonight?"

"No, still working." Fisher shook his head.

"Here."

Fisher looked sideways, and Jiang Xing had Fisher's gloves spread out in his hand.

"not cold?"

The fence was almost frozen, how could it not be cold, Fei Xuechun was reluctant to go back to the cabin to face Jiang Xing relying on his own good health.

"Thank you." Fisher put on the gloves, hesitated for a moment and unfolded the scarf, "Put it on?"

Jiang Xing raised his neck, his brows were slightly frowned by the wind, "It's so cold, hurry up."

Fisher had no choice but to lean over and put the scarf on for him. He tried his best not to look at Jiang Xing's face, but focused on the wool, and the flowers were almost visible.

Jiang Xing laughed, with mocking eyebrows, "Not wearing Zheng."

Compared with Ran Feng's proficiency, Fisher was naturally far behind.

He had no choice but to take off the scarf, carefully divide it into several lengths and wrap it around again.

Jiang Xing was barely satisfied, clapping his palms, "Are you ready to disembark?"

Fisher breathed a sigh of relief: "Well, I'm going to stop the boat."

The back of the man leaving is simply fleeing.

"Mr. Fisher, if you don't refuse..."

Fisher paused, Jiang Xing's words heralded some kind of intensified offensive.

"I'm welcome."

The yacht belonging to Jiang Xing and the film crew docked one after the other, and the camera only captured the two people talking happily from a distance, there was nothing explosive about it.

The photographer secretly hated the program crew for secretly encapsulating concessions. If Jiang Xing hadn't lost his temper with the director yesterday, he should have followed the filming throughout the filming.

The hull of the ship was shaking, and there was still some distance from the board of the port. Fisher stepped over first, turned around and took Jiang Xing.

He secretly told himself that this was just a necessary care, and it didn't matter who came.

Jiang Xing took the opportunity to hook his palm, and blinked his left eye lightly, as if he had really caught Fisher.

The man let go of his hand awkwardly, "Let's go."

The photographer jumped out of the boat and followed the two of them.

They didn't need to enter the village to find the secret place. Jiang Xing simply let go of the rope and let Xingye run in the wilderness. The cat obviously didn't like its rude behavior, and flicked its tail into Jiang Xing's clothes.

Jiang Xing: "Does Teacher Fisher have any ideas about the secret realm?"

With the camera, Jiang Xing became much more normal, and Fisher felt relieved: "Let's go see the waterfall first?"

From here, you can see the ice-blue water waterfall flying down.Quiet and magnificent, I don't know what kind of shock it will be when it is under its feet.

The staff prepared a hand-warming hot water bag for the two to hug. Fisher used this kind of prop for the first time, "very useful."

Jiang Xing was holding a hand warmer in the shape of a white cat, while Fisher's was a forest cat.

The road has just been cleared of snow in the morning, and you can smell the salty smell of sea salt.

The two walked quietly in the fairyland, and the white mist exhaled by each other floated into the air, and was smashed by the body again.

The silence was not embarrassing, even Jiang Xing calmed down and stopped teasing Fisher.

They crossed a hillside, and Fisher led Jiang Xing into the wilderness walking path, "Be careful, it's slippery."

Jiang Xing's expression was weary, the cold and walking made his patience to the edge.

"Hold me." He refused to leave, and opened his arms on the spot.

Fisher froze, the photographer was still behind, and could see them over the top of the hill in a minute or two.

"Still recording the program." Fisher whispered, "Don't lose your temper, be good."

"Good?" Jiang Xing raised his eyebrows, looking at Fisher strangely.

The man realized that his words were too intimate, and he raised his hands in surrender: "Sorry, I didn't mean that."

Jiang Xing frowned slightly, stood on tiptoe and looked back at the photographer, then suddenly whistled at Xingye.

Bianmu pricked up his ears alertly.

Jiang Xing fumbled in his pocket and took out a piece of beef jerky: "Do you know who the person behind is?"

Bian Mu tilted his head, as if thinking.

Jiang Xing: "Grab his camera, but don't break it, understand?"

Bianmu jumped up and grabbed the dried meat, and rushed down the hillside like the wind, and the photographer's screams came from below.

"Give it back to me!! Very expensive!"

"Jiang Xing! Your dog!"

Fisher was dumbfounded, "You really..."

Jiang Xing spread out his hands, with an attitude that if you don't hug me, I won't leave.

Fisher sighed.Rather than being photographed entangled with Jiang Xing here, it is better to hug the young man quickly.

"Come."

He squatted down slightly, and his voice guided gently: "Slow down."

Jiang Xing's plan was fulfilled, he smiled, and jumped into Fisher's arms with his neck in his arms.

The momentum was strong, but Fisher didn't even shake it.

Jiang Xing: "I thought models were all skinny?"

Fisher carefully jumped over the frozen creek and walked along the tourists' trampled snow to the waterfall pool.

"That's your stereotype."

Jiang Xing licked the corners of his lips thoughtfully: "Very good."

It's rare that he didn't catch Fisher's words and resist.

Fisher's eyes moved slightly, hoping that he was thinking too much.

Jiang Xing hummed happily. He is very talented, and his impromptu humming also captured the essence of local music, with the icy meaning of wind and snow.

Fisher listened intently, unconsciously thinking of ancient battlefields and wilderness in history.

Jiang Xing's singing voice is as ethereal and transparent as an elf.

Fisher: "I never heard that you can sing."

Jiang Xing smiled indifferently and said, "You haven't heard that it was my first kiss just now."

Fisher's hands and feet were numb, her white skin was flushed, and she couldn't throw Jiang Xing down.Snow falling doesn't hurt anyone, but he will definitely be retaliated by Jiang Xing.

"Don't do this." Fisher could only advise powerlessly.

"Then reject me." Jiang Xing said with a smile, his eyes were full of bad teasing, "As long as you reject me clearly, I will give up."

Fisher struggled, her thin lips pursed tightly.

Jiang Xing laughed lowly, put his arms around Fisher's neck to prop up his body, and whispered in his hot ear:

"Admit it, Mr. Fisher."

"You just want it and hold it at the same time."

"The tongue is not the heart."

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I've been so busy recently ww if only I had a shadow body, it would be great, one for writing and one for studying

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