Quick Wear: But I just want to be a little transparent

Song Xun put down the half-eaten kebab and immediately knew who the news was from.

In order not to miss any news about Jiang Shunchuan, he specially set up a special contact person.

When I opened my phone, two messages came into view.

——Jiang Shunchuan: What are you doing now?

——Jiang Shunchuan: Have you eaten?

Songxun took a photo and sent it.

——Qingqing: [Picture]

——Qingqing: I’m eating.

The other party replied quickly.

——Jiang Shunchuan: Are you eating out?

Song Xun looked at the message and his expression suddenly became serious. Jiang Shunchuan always liked to ask him what he was doing, and Song Xun took a photo almost as a conditioned reflex.

But the image he established in Jiang Shunchuan's eyes was that of a poor guy with a difficult family life, who lived a frugal and hard life and had to cook for himself every day.

Song Xun glanced at the table full of barbecue skewers and felt that something was wrong.

——Qingqing: My friend treated us, so we went out to eat today.

Jiang Shunchuan replied to messages particularly quickly today.

——Jiang Shunchuan: Male and female.

——Jiang Shunchuan: The friend who treats us.

Song Xun knew about this, but of course he couldn’t be said to be a man.

He had just edited the good news when 996 suddenly said, "Take a look at the photos you sent first."

Photos? What happened to the photos?

Song Xun clicked on the photo and didn't find anything wrong at first glance.

996: "Zoom in."

Songxun enlarged the picture as 996 said and found the problem.

In the upper right corner, one hand is pouring orange juice from a bottle, while the other hand is holding a disposable plastic cup.

The veins on the back of her hand were bulging, and her hand was large and her palm was wide. No matter how you looked at it, it didn't look like a girl's hand.

Song Xun looked up and Xu Jiayan just handed him a full cup.

"Thank you." He thanked her first, and then asked in an accusing tone, "Why did you suddenly pour me orange juice?"

Xu Jiayan touched his nose: "No?"

Song Xun frowned and looked at him, then lowered his head miserably and continued editing the text message.

——Qingqing: He’s a boy, just an ordinary friend. We finally got in touch with each other, so we went out to get together.

Song Xun tried his best to portray himself as a clean person.

But this time the other party didn't reply to the message.

On the other side, Jiang Shunchuan had started to go crazy.

The phone was thrown onto the sofa and was pressed tightly by a pillow, looking as if it had experienced some kind of abuse.

Looking at Jiang Shunchuan walking back and forth, Jiang Wan rolled her eyes at him: "Why are you walking back and forth? You're making me dizzy."

Jiang Shunchuan ignored everyone, his mind full of the content of the photo.

What ordinary friend? It's obvious that he has ulterior motives. It's already dark, and he still takes people to a food stall to eat.

The little anchor is so pretty, what if she gets into danger in that kind of place?

That friend has bad intentions. Don't think he didn't see the wine on the table. Letting a girl drink, what if she gets drunk?

The more Jiang Shunchuan thought about it, the angrier he became. The young anchor didn't want his money, but agreed to treat another man. Thinking of this, Jiang Shunchuan felt a tightness in his chest.

He sat back on the couch and turned his phone back on to send a message.

—Have you finished eating? Have you gone home?

The other party didn't reply for a long time, but Jiang Shunchuan didn't give up. He stared at the phone closely.

Jiang Wan glanced at him and said, "Can you stop staring at your phone every day? If you're really that free, come with me to work in the company."

Jiang Shunchuan didn't even glance at him: "I have my own career."

Jiang Wan said disdainfully: "Are you talking about racing or that club? Don't worry, your parents won't agree to your return to the racing team. As for that club you guys are involved in, how much money can you make in a month? Is it enough for you to spend?"

In fact, this statement is somewhat derogatory.

This fighting club was created by Jiang Shunchuan and several good friends in the early years. After a lot of hard work, it really made a name for itself. The students who come here are all from wealthy families, and the overall trend is towards high-end people.

The membership system and ticket prices that were introduced later really made a name for themselves.

Although the money I earn may not be impressive compared to what my family earns, it is a very considerable monthly income for ordinary people.

If Jiang Wan had said this in the past, Jiang Shunchuan would definitely be unhappy.

But today, his brother was like a possessed person, with his eyes glued to his phone.

Considering Jiang Shunchuan's recent behavior, Jiang Wan frowned, stood up from the sofa, and quickly snatched Jiang Shunchuan's phone.

The phone was so hot that it was stuck on the chat interface, with all the content visible.

Jiang Shunchuan's mind had long drifted away, he was only concerned about what was happening with the young anchor, he only came to his senses when his phone was snatched away, he instantly stood up and tried to get his phone back.

Jiang Wan dodged while checking messages on his phone.

After a few quick glances, he instantly understood what was going on. He stopped hiding and let Jiang Shunchuan take the phone back.

Jiang Shunchuan was dissatisfied: "Why are you messing with other people's phones?"

Jiang Wan was still digesting the contents on his phone.

Jiang Shunchuan is a man who is unyielding and difficult to control. He acts like a pervert and licks girls on the phone.

This unrecognizable change made her accept her incompetence.

So magical.

Jiang Wan sat down and calmed down for a while, then looked up and asked, "What does that girl do?"

Jiang Shunchuan was sending messages to his phone again, and there was no response for a long time.

"I'm asking you a question. What is her job?"

Jiang Shunchuan said without raising his eyes: "Anchor."

Hearing this answer, Jiang Wan frowned instantly, and then thinking about the transfer records, she was very sure that her brother was tricked.

Jiang Wan has always had an impetuous personality. She is very resistant to girls who always call her brother and act coquettishly in miniskirts. She never expected that her brother would jump right in.

"How long have you known each other?"

"Six days."

Jiang Wan clicked his tongue and looked at Jiang Shunchuan as if he were a fool: "You are quite smart, aren't you? Can't you see that she is trying to hook you?"

Jiang Shunchuan put down his phone and said unhappily: "Don't talk about her like that. Can you please respect others?"

He couldn't accept the young anchor being slandered, she was a good girl.

Jiang Wan was irritated by Jiang Shunchuan: "Can't you see, he's just after your money."

"Can you please correct your thoughts and stop thinking so badly of others?" Jiang Shunchuan raised his chin. "She never took the money I offered her."

At this point, he felt psychologically unbalanced again. The young anchor didn't charge him any money, but now she was eating out with other men.

When Jiang Wan heard these words, he could no longer be described as angry.

"My thoughts are not correct? I think bad things about people? Jiang Shunchuan, I think you are out of your mind."

"Let me ask you, after she rejected you like this, do you want to spend money on her more?"

That’s right, Jiang Shunchuan nodded.

Jiang Wan said firmly: "She is playing the long game to catch a big fish. Just wait, it won't be long before she asks you for money."