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

He didn't know how long he stared at it, and finally put the phone down when his eyes felt sore.

She will meet someone more suitable later.

That person would definitely not be the same as her previous fiancé.

But what if...

What if the person you meet is not good enough?

What if I meet someone like that guy named Ji?

It is easier to draw a tiger's skin than its bones.

No one knows what kind of person the person you meet is at heart.

Just like the man in the coffee shop before.

On the surface, he appears to be a well-mannered and successful person, but just a few words from him reveal his bad conduct.

Qin Mulin rushed back to the dormitory with the attitude of "asking for an explanation", wanting to ask when the relationship between Song Xingan and her cousin became so good.

Why did his cousin know about his illness?

And why are you so anxious to come see him?

When I got back to the dormitory, there was no one there.

He can't still be in the infirmary, right?

Qin Mulin called him, but heard the sound of a car horn on the phone.

"You're not in the infirmary?"

"Well, I have something outside of school."

"You haven't recovered from your illness yet, why are you running around?"

"There's something important."

Qin Mulin then remembered that he also wanted to ask him something important, "You and my cousin..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Qin Mulin heard the sound of the phone being hung up.

Well, let’s wait until he comes back and ask.

The sick man took a taxi at the school gate.

When he arrived at the residential area, he was stopped outside because he was not a resident.

Song Xing'an also calmed down completely.

He came here too impulsively.

The space between her and him is like the modern and technological entrance door in front of them, a door separating two kinds of lives.

When people outside the wall marvel at how luxurious a door is, people inside the wall have long been accustomed to this kind of hidden luxury.

As he was walking back along the roadside, a car stopped beside him.

The car window rolled down, and the person he was looking for appeared before him.

She got out of the car and said something to the driver, and the driver drove the car into the community.

After leaving school, she did not rush home, but went to a nearby shopping mall to buy some clothes for Jiang's mother and herself.

Everything is in the car.

There is no need to let Song Xingan know.

Jiang Wan walked up to him and saw that he looked really bad. She said with a little more sarcasm, "You haven't recovered from your illness yet. Why are you wandering around instead of staying in school?"

Song Xing'an just looked at her steadily.

"What's wrong?" She spoke with full concern for him, without any of the alienation she had when she left the infirmary.

His empty heart was suddenly filled with something.

Song Xing'an understood at this moment that he had found so many high-sounding reasons for himself, but in the final analysis, they were just to make himself feel at ease appearing in front of her.

"Can we take a walk together?" he asked in a hoarse voice.

"Let's go, there's a park not far away."

The two walked slowly along the roadside.

The park is very close.

A few minutes' walk.

Jiang Wan led her people to the bench under the tree and sat down. The two of them sat at the two ends of the bench, an arm's length apart, with a ravine in the middle that seemed to be uncrossable.

Her eyes fell on the distance, and the scenery of the entire artificial lake was in sight.

Two black swans embracing each other in the lake are composing a love song.

Song Xing'an followed her gaze and spoke, breaking the silence between the two.

He slowly talked about his family background: "My hometown is a very remote small county town. You need to take a train and then a bus to get there. It is backward and inconvenient. There are few high-rise buildings. My family lives in the urban village there, which is even poorer. My parents died when I was very young, and I was brought up by my grandfather."

"People cannot decide their origins, but they can decide the path they take." Jiang Wan stopped, turned around and faced him, and said word by word, "Song Xing'an, I still say that you are no worse than anyone else. I am with you not because of your family, but because of you."

He added, "But good people can't be turned into firewood, rice, oil and salt. My grandfather has bad legs and feet, and he raised me by picking up scraps. Now he is old and in poor health. He needs medicine all year round, which costs a lot of money. He raised me, so I should bear the cost of everything for him in the future."

“Isn’t this what should be done?” she asked. “The old man has suffered so much, so it is only natural that he should take all the responsibility.”

"I'm used to this kind of life. I didn't dare to think about it before, and I didn't have time to think about finding someone to accompany me on this journey. Anyone who is with me will become a burden to that person." When he said this, there was no retreat in his eyes. His eyes fell on her, and he was determined to say what he should say, "Ms. Jiang, in your social circle, I may be the most inconspicuous one. Why do you like me?"

She turned her head and gazed at his face inch by inch, with clear admiration in her eyes, "Has anyone ever told you that you are good-looking?"

He froze.

Jiang Wan said frankly: "Song Xing'an, good looks are also an advantage, otherwise I might not have more contact with you and understand your inner self and you as a person."

It turned out to be the case.

Song Xing'an felt inexplicably calmed down.

Good looks are indeed his greatest redeeming feature.

His Adam's apple rolled, and his hands on his knees curled into fists. "I'm not good enough now, and all the promises are empty words. But I still want to say that I will work hard to make money, work hard to climb up, and work hard to make this bumpy road shorter and shorter. It won't take too long."

Jiang Wan blinked: "What do you mean by telling me this now?"

He mustered up the courage to say, "What I want to ask is, are you willing to be with me?"

The development of the matter was somewhat beyond her expectations.

She thought it would take some time to make a breakthrough, but she didn't expect it to be so simple.

But, isn't this better?

Jiang Wan smiled brightly at him, stood up in front of him, and extended her hand to him.

After he stood up, she dived into his arms, wrapped her arms around his thin waist, and buried her head in his chest. "Song Xing'an, I think I've been very clear. I would never chase someone like this. You just need to tell me that you are willing to be my boyfriend."

After saying that, she raised her head and looked at the boy's handsome face from all angles. She felt better and her eyes were sparkling with stars as she looked at him.

The favorability level may not have reached the standard yet.

However, she was still in a good mood.

Even if there is no mission, she would like to look at this overly handsome face every day.

He carefully raised his hands and put them around her waist. Seeing that she did not reject him, he tightened his arms, rested his chin on the top of her head, and said firmly word by word: "Yes, I do."