Quick Wear: She Became the Beloved of the Short-lived Male Supporting Character

Of course Ruan Xingchen knew.

It was because I knew this that I became even more jealous of Jiang Wan.

Why does she have such a good family background?

So what if her parents are not around? She has never been short of money. She has bought a house and arranged a nanny to take care of her daily life. Her monthly pocket money is more than her annual living expenses.

Ruan Xingchen looked at the two people's backs as they left and took out his cell phone to point it at them.

She wanted to let those people see how Jiang Wan seduced the good student in the school. The two of them behaved intimately and went in and out of the same community together.

The security guard noticed her actions, stood in front of her with a cold face, and stopped Ruan Xingchen's behavior.

Ruan Xingchen suddenly came to his senses when he met the security guard's vigilant gaze.

What would happen even if she sent it out?

How could she, from an ordinary family, compete with Jiang Wan, who was from a wealthy family? This time she was able to transfer to another school from Luoying Middle School, but what about next time? Would she have to drop out next time?

The two disappeared from her sight.

Ruan Xingchen held his cell phone tightly, stood up, and left in a daze.

There was no way to convince Jiang Wan. She could already imagine what kind of anger she would have to endure when she returned home.

Why is this world so unfair?

Ruan Xingchen's appearance did not affect Jiang Wan's mood.

However, Lu Zhaoyan knew the grievances between the two and was worried that she would be unhappy because of those words, so he took out a bottle of yogurt from the bag he was carrying and handed it to her: "Drink something sweet to feel good."

Jiang Wan laughed: "Are you trying to comfort a child?"

"Yeah." Seeing that she was not affected, Lu Zhaoyan breathed a sigh of relief, "I hope it can play a role."

Jiang Wan handed over the yogurt in her hand and said, "If you can help me unscrew the cap, I will feel better."

Lu Zhaoyan unscrewed the bottle cap easily, "Here."

Jiang Wan didn't take it, but wanted to help him share the weight of the things in his hand.

"You drink. Classmate Lu has worked hard all the way. I should be the one to comfort him. Otherwise, it will be too much of a burden."

"This weight can still be lifted."

Lu Zhaoyan's eyes fell on the hand she stretched out. There was still some flesh on the knuckles, which were particularly white and tender. These hands were fine for writing, but not for lifting heavy objects.

Jiang Wan withdrew her hand, put her hands behind her back, and smiled at him: "Since you say so, I will be at ease and be a hands-off boss."

Her weight loss was very successful.

In less than a month, she had lost a lot of weight visibly, with a clear jawline on her face and a slimmer body. She had lost some of her chubby and naive look and had become more lively and agile.

In order to remember a person, he had carefully observed that person's appearance again and again, but he couldn't remember it. However, he knew in his heart what the concepts of beauty and ugliness were. In his opinion, her appearance had nothing to do with the word ugly.

In his opinion, the person in front of him was well-proportioned, bright and energetic. When he smiled, he was full of vitality and gave people the illusion that he was glowing.

When I am with her, even if I do nothing, I feel an indescribable comfort and lightness from the inside out.

He was distracted for a moment.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" She tilted her head, her clear eyes reflecting his dazed figure.

He looked away in embarrassment, but the next second he felt that his reaction was too intense. In order to avoid her misunderstanding, he made an excuse for himself, "I just... I just noticed that you seem to have lost weight."

Jiang Wan raised her eyebrows slightly: "... Lu Zhaoyan, I eat less than a cat every day, and I work out hard, running, and doing anaerobic exercises. You said that I seem to have lost weight, do you know how heavy a blow this sentence is to me? I'll give you a chance to reorganize your words."

Pretending to be angry makes you look more energetic.

Lu Zhaoyan: "I've lost a lot of weight."

"That's good enough." She hummed with satisfaction.

He added: "I think you are in a good condition now. You don't need to lose weight any more."

Jiang Wan glanced at him and curled her lips: "Don't worry about what you think. You still have to keep losing weight. Then you can buy yourself all kinds of pretty little skirts. Just thinking about it makes me happy."

She always wore school uniforms at school and mostly wore sportswear on weekends. Since coming into this world, Jiang Wan has never worn any little skirts.

She looked the man in front of her up and down: "I really envy you, you don't exercise, you eat whatever you want, how do you keep such a perfect figure."

Lu Zhaoyan also does some push-ups in private. When he lifts dumbbells, his ears turn red for no reason. "Is it perfect?"

"Of course. You look clean and fresh, and you are so tall, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. If you stand in a crowd, I don't know how many people's eyes will fall on you involuntarily."

No one doesn't like to hear nice words; it's human nature, and Lu Zhaoyan is no exception.

He squeezed the bag in his hand unnaturally, suppressing the strange emotion in his heart, "You too."

Jiang Wan clasped her fists and said, "Thank you for the halfhearted flattery from Mr. Lu. I will continue to lose weight and make a big transformation after the summer vacation. By then, I will attract the attention of all men and women."

We arrived at the downstairs of Building 11 while chatting and laughing.

In order to do her homework, Jiang Wan had been to Lu Zhaoyan's residence several times before.

There was an entire wall of bookshelves where he lived, which contained all the reference books she needed.

As for the kitchen, it was so clean and bright, without any smell of smoke.

This time, in order to have a home-cooked meal, Jiang Wan invited people to her home.

This was the first time Lu Zhaoyan entered where she lived.

Different from his room which was cool and simple to the extreme, her residence had wooden floors and the whole room was decorated in warm colors. The white window screens were made of lace, and the tablecloth in the living room also had lace edges.

There are small potted plants on the table and windowsill. I don’t know if it’s the subtle fragrance from the flowers or the perfume sprayed in the room, but the elegant fragrance makes people feel comfortable.

Jiang Wan changed into slippers and squatted in the shoe cabinet to look for slippers that he could wear.

"I remember I bought some shoe covers before, are they all used up?"

Lu Zhaoyan retracted his gaze, pursed his lips, and said hesitantly: "If you don't mind, I can walk barefoot on the floor."

Jiang Wan didn't even raise her head and continued to search in the cabinet: "Whether I mind or not, you can't let guests step on the floor barefoot."

She finally took out a pair of slippers without the label cut off. "I was shopping for slippers and I fell in love with these two pairs. I couldn't decide which one to buy, so I bought them both. I haven't had time to wear this pair yet, so please don't dislike it, Mr. Lu."

The one on her feet was pink with two small white flowers on it, and the one she placed at his feet was white with two cute little pink flowers on it.

Lu Zhaoyan: “…”

He has never worn such cute shoes since he was a child.