Quick Wear: The yandere male supporting role always wants to repay me

Chapter 28
"Xia Xia, explain to me?" Father Sang stood upright, his tall figure casting a large shadow.

Sang Xia was terrified when she saw it. She stared nervously at the tip of her shoe, and said timidly, "I..."

She really has no way to explain this matter!
Alas, who let this be true.

When Sang's father was about to continue educating Sang Xia, Jiang Tingan quickly pulled Sang Xia's sleeve and said in a deep voice, "It's good that Xia Xia comes back."

This tone is like a sad husband waiting for his philandering wife to turn around.

Sang's father was not too happy to keep embarrassing Sang Xia, so he called Sang Xia to come and cut the cake.

"I'm coming right now." Sang Xia muttered softly, holding Jiang Tingan's hand a little uneasy.

Jiang Tingan reached out and patted Sang Xia's arm, and said in relief, "Don't be afraid, it's just dinner."

"Yeah." Sang Xia breathed a sigh of relief. She walked to the dining table and said hello to Uncle Jiang and Aunt Jiang.

Aunt Jiang smiled and handed the cake-cutting knife to Sang Xia, but Uncle Jiang looked at Sang Xia who was taking the knife with an indifferent face and thin lips.

"You still know how to come back! How long has Ting An been waiting for you? He has been waiting for 4 hours!"

"Okay, okay, don't talk about it." Aunt Jiang's wink made Mr. Jiang Ba shut up.

Sang Xia was so frightened that the knife for cutting the cake almost fell off.

Really, she has never been so embarrassed in her life...

Even though she has traveled through many plane worlds, in those plane worlds...

She is only responsible for beauty, beauty, sweetness...

Unlike the current plane, it makes her feel embarrassing and ashamed from time to time.

But because of the mission, Sang Xia lowered her eyes and handed the cake to Jiang Tingan with a natural expression.

The dishes on the dinner table were reheated and served.

When Sang Xia put away the bowls and chopsticks, she glanced at the faces of the people present, and immediately lowered her head.

She must have a dinner table culture today.

Sure enough, Sang's father started to educate Sang Xia after drinking.

"Xia Xia! Our Sang family has been bright and upright, and there has never been a bad shoot! You'd better not be Pan Jinlian today! Otherwise, I will kick you out of the family tree!"

"Father, you are really drunk!" Mother Sang snatched the glass angrily.

But seeing Uncle Jiang's expression, Sang Xia quickly took Jiang Ting'an's hand sincerely, and promised, "I will love Ting'an well."

For the sake of her sincerity, Father Sang didn't continue talking about her.

When the dinner party was over, Sang Xia got up to send them away.

The night was like water, Sang Xia glanced at the clock on the wall.

It's eleven o'clock!
She quickened her movements and wiped the table clean.

While cleaning the table, Sangxia looked up from time to time to see Jiang Tingan who was washing dishes in the kitchen.

The lines of his side face are extremely smooth, with a hint of aloof arrogance, as if it was a work carefully selected by the Creator.

The smooth forearm muscles were exposed under the half-rolled sleeves. Looking at such a "virtuous" man, Sang Xia felt an inexplicable feeling in her heart.

That's fine too.

One room for two people, three meals for four seasons.

Just as Sang Xia was indulging in this gentle atmosphere, the phone rang suddenly.

Zhao Zhiyue: [Sang Xia, when will you vote for me? Tomorrow, I will participate in the selection of the top sixteen. ]
Sang Xia silently glanced at WeChat, then put the phone back into her pocket in a state of distraught.

She has also heard that fans vote, but this is very expensive.

If she had to vote, she could only use the money in the gold card.

When Sangxia thought about Jinka, one head was bigger than two in an instant.

She moved her steps and walked behind Jiang Tingan very sadly.

"Ting An, I think... I want to withdraw some money." Sang Xia said, lowering her head.

"What are you doing with the money?" Jiang Tingan's voice was cold and calm, as if asking casually.

"I want... I want to buy some clothes, uh, is that okay?" Sang Xia's eyes fluttered, and she waited anxiously for Jiang Tingan's answer.

"Okay." Jiang Tingan put the washed dishes back into the cabinet.

"Well, I'll put hot water for you, and you'll take a shower later." In order to divert Jiang Tingan's attention, Sang Xia hurriedly stepped on the little rabbit slippers and went to the bathroom.

Jiang Tingan frowned as he looked at Sang Xia whose footsteps were slightly messy.

He knew that buying expensive clothes was not in line with Sangxia's style, so he prepared to investigate secretly.

In the bathroom, after putting a bathtub of hot water in, Sang Xia stretched out her steaming face and shouted at Jiang Tingan, "Ting An, I put the hot water in."

"En." Jiang Ting'an nodded, and after hearing the singing in his hands from the bathroom, he unbuttoned the second button of his shirt extraordinarily, and carried his pajamas into the bathroom.

Sure enough, Sang Xia's cell phone was placed on the sink in the bathroom.

"Xia Xia—" He bent down slightly, his face flushed, and he was about to circle the soft beauty in front of him.

Sang Xia's heart was almost terrified, she had seen Jiang Tingan drunk before, it was really...

She quickly lowered her head and squatted, and ran away as fast as a rabbit.

Forgot to take the mobile phone.

The bathroom door was quickly closed, and Jiang Tingan was lying in the bathtub, flipping through the WeChat messages of Sang Xia and Zhao Zhiyue with a big, powerful hand.

Hmph, this damn dog man!

Jiang Tingan frowned, determined to teach this dog a lesson.

He sent a message to his assistant, asking his assistant to search for all kinds of black materials about Zhao Zhiyue abroad and post them on the Internet.

These scandals all happened after Zhao Zhiyue went abroad.

No one wants to believe that it is true that Zhao Zhiyue Haiwang turned his back.

But Sang Xia believed it, and planned to vote for Zhao Zhiyue and send Zhao Zhiyue to debut.

Obviously he can also play many instruments!
It's just that there is no chance to show it in front of Sang Xia. I don't know when Sang Xia can listen to him play the pipa...

Jiang Tingan lowered his eyes, put a hand on his thin lips, and began to look at the date.

After seeing the page after page of the calendar, he was suddenly startled——

When he first looked through the calendar, he didn't quite understand why Sang Xia voted for Zhao Zhiyue.

Until he turned to a date marked with a red dot, the end time of the task written on it.

Only then did Jiang Tingan remember——

Sang Xia is a tasker, and this date must be the time she leaves.

No, he can't lose her.

An indescribable sense of crisis rose in Jiang Tingan's heart, he didn't want Sang Xia to leave.

Maybe for Sangxia, she just... regards it as a game, or a dream...

But even if it was a dream, Jiang Tingan was unwilling to let go.

He got up, picked up his cell phone and made a call.

(End of this chapter)