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

The branch office sent a car to pick up the two young bosses.

On the cross-river bridge, you can see the slowly rotating Ferris wheel on the opposite side from the car window.

Jiang Wan told the driver, "Go back to the hotel first."

The road sign on the bridge flashed by. Jiang Shunchuan kept looking out the window and suddenly said, "I'll get off in front."

Jiang Wan turned his head to look at him: "Where are you going?"

As far as she knew, Jiang Shunchuan had no friends in Lin City.

The car slowly stopped in front, Jiang Shunchuan opened the door and got out, leaving after saying a few words.

"walk around."

Jiang Wan frowned as she looked at Jiang Shunchuan's slightly hurried pace.

Song Xun had just woken up from a nap when four or five pickup messages popped up on his phone.

The mobile phone holder was broken, so he bought another similar one online.

As for why it broke, it can be traced back to Jiang Shunchuan's message two days ago that he wanted to meet.

Song Xun was so frightened that he lost his balance and the phone holder was knocked to the ground and was broken into pieces.

He quickly found a reason to reject Jiang Shunchuan.

To dissuade him from the idea.

In addition to the mobile phone holder, Songxun also bought some daily necessities online, but he forgot to change the address and had them all delivered to the neighboring community.

Song Xun lazily put on a thick coat and went out. He ruffled his hair with his hands twice on the way and yawned twice absentmindedly, looking unkempt.

Except for picking up express deliveries, he rarely goes downstairs, so he decided not to order takeout today and to pack up a bowl of fried noodles outside the community when he comes back later.

Song Xun lowered his head to check the pickup code and passed by the tall man standing at the door of the express station.

I picked up three express packages, and there was still one left. I walked around the shelf several times but still couldn't find it.

Song Xun looked at his phone again to make sure he had found the right shelf.

996 suddenly urged: "Go back first."

Song Xun was surprised: "What's wrong?"

"Jiang Shunchuan is here."

Song Xun, who was originally reluctant and wanted to take the express delivery at once to avoid going downstairs again, suddenly had no idea at all.

He sneaked into the shelf like a thief, looked around outside, and quickly locked onto the target.

The man standing at the door lowered his head slightly and kicked pebbles out of boredom.

He was about 1.88 meters tall, wearing a black windbreaker jacket with the zipper closed to the top, covering his chin and lips.

From Song Xun's position, the man was facing sideways towards him, the silver obsidian earrings on his ears sparkled, his eyes and eyebrows were dull, and he looked a bit cool and arrogant.

A handsome guy stood at the door like a gatekeeper, and the girls passing by would cast excited glances at him.

But he himself didn't care and was not affected at all.

There was no sign of him leaving.

Song Xun silently put on his coat and hat, lowered his head and prepared to leave.

"Young man, which courier are you looking for?"

Song Xun didn't realize at first that these words were spoken to him until he was grabbed by the staff when he was leaving.

"I'm talking to you. I see you've been wandering around for a long time. Just tell me the last digit of your cell phone number and I'll find it for you."

The staff member spoke in a heroic voice, and with just a few words he attracted several people's inquiring gazes.

Song Xun panicked for a moment, but didn't say anything. He waved his hands at him to indicate that he didn't need help.

Unfortunately, the staff member was a warm-hearted man: "Why are you hiding? Hurry up, give me your phone number or order number, and I'll get it for you."

The eldest brother's tone was very firm, and he would stay with Songxun until the end.

Song Xun had no choice but to quickly and briefly report the last digit of his cell phone number. He was not sure whether Jiang Shunchuan could recognize his voice, so he could only pray that there was a difference between his voice in reality and in the live broadcast, so as not to attract the other party's attention.

He faced the crew, with only his back facing outside.

While blocking out the outside gaze, it was also impossible to observe Jiang Shunchuan's reaction.

At the door of the express station, Jiang Shunchuan suddenly stopped kicking the stone.

A fast, yet clear and gentle voice caught his attention.

It was so familiar that I could distinguish the sound even in such a noisy environment.

The young anchor's voice was soft and slow, but even though he deliberately sped up his speech and mixed it with the clear and bright tone unique to teenagers, Jiang Shunchuan still turned his head involuntarily.

He was a thin young man, with his back to her so her face could not be seen. His head was hidden by a hood, and a strand of hair stubbornly stuck out from the brim, swaying back and forth.

Jiang Shunchuan was a little disappointed. It wasn't her.

He has been in a bad mood these past two days, and the young anchor doesn’t want to meet him.

I was really feeling suffocated, and I thought of the place where the young anchor had sent the express. I happened to see a familiar street name in the car just now, so I ran over according to the address I remembered.

Jiang Shunchuan had no other intention, he just wanted to stay for a while in the place where the young anchor had been.

Of course, it would be even better if you could meet someone in person.

Thinking of this, Jiang Shunchuan despised himself. What was the difference between this behavior and that of a perverted stalker?

But I just can't control it, my legs seem to have their own thoughts.

Song Xun's express delivery was found by the work team at an angle, and all four packages were received.

He squatted down and stacked the express packages one by one. Then he pulled his hat to block the express packages in front of him and walked outside with his head down.

Song Xun's gaze fell on the ground. The express deliveries were piled up to the height of his head, isolating him inside.

He didn't dare to look at Jiang Shunchuan who was standing at the door.

Everything went smoothly. Song Xun held his breath and had one leg out of the door. Suddenly, a man walked in from the side and walked in, brushing against Song Xun's express box.

Song Xun widened his eyes, watching the stack of express boxes in his hands shaking.

Amid a series of silent prayers, the express box on the top still couldn't hold on and fell down.

Song Xun was almost dumbfounded. Jiang Shunchuan was standing on his left. If he squatted down to pick up the parcels at this moment, he would have to put down the parcels in his hands first, and be completely exposed to Jiang Shunchuan.

Song Xun gritted his teeth, reluctantly threw away the express delivery on the ground, and left without caring about anything.

A low, unhurried voice called him.

"Your package was lost."

Song Xun paused, and his hair to his heels showed a sense of confusion and disorder.

In his lowered vision, a hand with a mechanical watch appeared, and the slender and powerful fingers moved to pick up the express on the ground, and considerately stacked it on the pile of express boxes that Song Xun had lifted up.

His heartbeat quickened and he held his breath. He saw Jiang Shunchuan take a step back and make way again.

Without saying thank you, Song Xun held the express package firmly this time and walked quickly past him.

In a trance, it seemed that there was a gaze following me from behind, and I couldn't get rid of it.

It was not until he returned to his residence that Song Xun relaxed and his pounding heart gradually subsided.

He realized belatedly that his hands were sore and stiff, and he continued to carry the express delivery stupidly and walked all the way until he left Jiang Shunchuan's sight.