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

Jiang Shunchuan's eyes were fixed on Song Xun's face and he took a step forward towards him. Song Xun felt uneasy being stared at and backed away clutching the garbage bag.

He wanted to try to persuade Jiang Shunchuan not to be impulsive, to speak nicely, and not to use violence.

"You are..." Jiang Shunchuan's eyes were filled with eagerness. He quickly stepped forward and put his hands on Song Xun's shoulders. "You are Qingqing's brother, right?"

His shoulders suddenly felt heavy, and Jiang Shunchuan's distance to him shortened drastically. Song Xun felt guilty and shook uncontrollably twice. He was suddenly interrupted by Jiang Shunchuan, and was so scared that he held his breath while hearing the second half of his sentence.

Until Jiang Shunchuan finished speaking, he looked at him with eager and confident eyes.

In just a few seconds, Song Xun seemed to have gone back and forth from the freezing point of Antarctica to the boiling crater, and finally landed on the ground with his feet floating.

He opened his mouth, his voice was squeezed several times, and finally he recovered and asked, "Do you know my sister?"

Song Xun hoped that his expression wouldn't be too stiff at this moment.

"Your sister and I are very good friends." Jiang Shunchuan shamelessly emphasized the word "very good" and stared at Song Xun curiously, "You look exactly like your sister."

Song Xun curled his lips: "Really? Many people say that."

Jiang Shunchuan pulled him into his room: "Come in and sit down. I'll pour you a glass of water."

Song Xun was afraid that if he stayed longer, Jiang Shunchuan would react and see through him, so he quickly said, "No, I need to go downstairs to throw out the trash."

The housekeeping lady who passed by took the garbage from Song Xun's hand with a look in her eyes: "I'm going downstairs, I'll help you throw it away."

Song Xun had no excuse to leave, and when he met Jiang Shunchuan's expectant gaze, he quickly moved away weakly.

"You... don't look very comfortable."

Perhaps because he loves the boy so much, Jiang Shunchuan has a genuine liking for this boy who looks exactly like the young anchor.

He put his arm around Song Xun's shoulders and led them into the house: "It's almost done. We'll be neighbors from now on, so let's get to know each other better."

You must establish a good relationship with your future brother-in-law.

Jiang Shunchuan didn't take Song Xun, who was also a man, into consideration during his actions, and Song Xun was in a miserable situation. He was almost a head shorter than Jiang Shunchuan, and his shoulders were tied as he leaned into the other's arms.

Jiang Shunchuan was wearing thin clothes, and Song Xun could feel the lines of his muscles rising and falling as he walked, and there was a completely unfamiliar smell in his nostrils.

If Songxun had just said that he had something to deal with downstairs, the current situation would not have developed. However, Songxun's brain was frozen at that time, and he had no time to think about other things, nor could he come up with the best option for himself.

That's why he looked like a limp rag doll at this moment, being half-pulled and half-pushed by Jiang Shunchuan into the room opposite.

The rental house opposite also has a two-bedroom layout, but one of the rooms has been converted into a study.

Jiang Shunchuan picked out a box of orange juice from the drinks he bought for his master, washed the new cup he had just bought, and took Song Xun into the study.

He poured a glass of orange juice and asked, "I haven't heard your sister mention you. What's your name?"

"Thank you." Song Xun took the cup nervously, his mind working quickly: "I was a bit naughty when I was a kid, and my sister didn't like me very much. You can just call me Xiao Meng."

Thinking of Jiang Wan, Jiang Shunchuan expressed his understanding, but had a different opinion: "You seem to be a very obedient child."

He held the cup in both hands, kept his knees together properly, and sat upright, looking very well behaved.

Song Xun: "After all, I've grown up now. I'm not as ignorant as before."

Jiang Shunchuan: "Do you live with your sister?"

"No, I come here occasionally." Song Xun was eager to get away. The more Jiang Shunchuan asked, the more loopholes he would leave. "I have to go. I have something else to do."

Seeing that he was anxious, Jiang Shunchuan stopped trying to persuade him to stay and stood up together with him: "Leave me your contact information so that we can help each other in the future if there is anything."

Song made an excuse: "My phone is temporarily broken, maybe next time."

Jiang Shunchuan was about to take out his phone but stopped: "Okay, I'll take you out."

Song Xun, who was escorted all the way out the door, didn't dare to go back to his room and went straight to the elevator.

He could feel Jiang Shunchuan behind him staring at him. This feeling of being stared at intensified his uneasiness, and he couldn't help but wonder if Jiang Shunchuan had noticed something.

The feeling didn't disappear until the elevator door closed.

Jiang Shunchuan stood at the door, his eyes fell on Song Xun's somewhat hurried footsteps, and he frowned.

It wasn’t good. His future brother-in-law didn’t seem to like him very much.

He turned around and looked at 1203 opposite, and stopped for a long time.

There are four households on this floor. The elevator in the middle divides the four rooms into two sides. 1201 and 1202 are opposite each other, and 1203 and 1204 are opposite each other. From the direction that Xiao Meng came out just now, he can be sure that the little anchor is in this room.

Jiang Shunchuan felt a surge of emotion and couldn't help but take two steps closer.

There was no sound in the room. He raised his hand to knock on the door, but finally restrained himself.

Take your time and don't scare her.

After going downstairs, Song Xun didn't dare to stop. He walked all the way to the park opposite and found a secluded place to sit down.

What happened just now had such a huge impact on him that he was a little dazed and couldn't recover.

The online chat partner who only exists online becomes a neighbor when you wake up one day.

We were just separated by a corridor, within reach so that we could see each other even if we looked up or down.

It was a scene that made Songxun collapse just thinking about it.

Therefore, he not only had to disguise himself as Jiang Shunchuan online, but also had to stay alert in real life to prevent Jiang Shunchuan from noticing anything unusual.

damned.

It was not until the evening that Song Xun, who had lunch and dinner outside, went upstairs cautiously.

He was clearly going back to his own home, but he acted like a thief, looking around furtively.

The door of the room opposite was closed, and it seemed that everything was ready for occupancy.

Song Xun closed the door quietly and breathed a sigh of relief.

He turned his back to the door, feeling inexplicably complicated. On some level, Jiang Shunchuan... trusted him quite a bit.

Even if she met someone who looked exactly like her, her first reaction would be to think that they were siblings, instead of suspecting that he might be lying to her.

Song Xun was somewhat absent-minded throughout the live broadcast in the evening. Two minutes after the broadcast ended, there was a knock on the door at the exact moment.

Song Xun's heart was beating wildly, and he instinctively guessed who the person outside was.

Jiang Shunchuan was also in the live broadcast room, so he naturally knew that he was at home now, so even if he wanted to pretend that no one was there, he couldn't.

Song Xun clutched his sleeves tightly and approached the living room door.

"Who?"

"I'm the new neighbor and I brought you some pastries." It was undoubtedly Jiang Shunchuan's voice.

There seems to be nothing wrong with neighbors sending each other food as a sign of friendship and harmony.

Song Xun still didn't open the door: "No, thank you."

The rejection was a bit blunt, but Jiang Shunchuan outside the door had no intention of giving up.

"I'm sorry to bother you with the moving today. It's not something valuable, just a small token of my appreciation."