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

As Songxun finished speaking.

As if pricked by a needle, Jiang Shunchuan's anger and jealousy were deflated, and replaced by a feeling of heartache.

When he knew nothing, Meng Qing, a girl alone, had suffered so much out there, while he was here complaining and discontenting without any real reason.

Song Xun carefully observed Jiang Shunchuan's expression, watching his originally calm face change to a complex expression, and finally slow down and soften.

All the previous aggressiveness was taken back.

From this we can conclude that Jiang Shunchuan is not only easy to talk to online, but also in real life.

Although Jiang Shunchuan accepted the fact, he still felt unhappy. He pulled Song Xun to sit down and inquired about it with concern.

"That person doesn't have any bad intentions towards your sister, right?"

In Jiang Shunchuan's eyes, there is nothing wrong with Meng Qing. Naturally, she is destined to be remembered by many people. She is so likable that it is hard to guarantee that others will not be attracted to her.

Song Xun said categorically: "No, absolutely not."

"Has he ever invited your sister to dinner, or shown his affection to her?"

"No, except when he comes back to sleep, he almost lives in the company. We just share the rent."

Song Xun looked as if he was about to swear to the sky by patting his chest, his face was full of sincerity.

At a certain moment, Jiang Shunchuan discovered that he had a pair of eyes exactly like his sister's, with upturned corners and a little blush around them, exuding an unconscious charm, and both of them had a natural good look.

It was because they were so similar that Jiang Shunchuan couldn't help but have an illusion, as if he had been staring at the photo placed on the bedside table many nights before going to bed, and the person in the photo suddenly stood in front of him vividly.

Jiang Shunchuan was disturbed by this illusion and felt it was absurd. They were obviously of different genders, they just looked too similar. What was he thinking about?

"You can eat here today. I'll order now."

Song Xun glanced at the time on his phone, only to find that it was already nearly eleven o'clock. He stood up and refused: "No, I'll go back and eat."

Jiang Shunchuan also stood up, his eyes slightly shining: "Is it your sister who cooked?"

His intention was too obvious. Song Xun already knew what he was going to do next. In order to hold back the words "Is it convenient for me to come to your house for a quick meal?" that Jiang Shunchuan might blurt out.

He sat down again and changed his tone: "I'd better eat here. Sorry to bother you."

Jiang Shunchuan's sometimes straight-shooting moves were too common, and if he really went there, he wouldn't be able to perform the magic of clones on the spot, so he could only be forced to be thick-skinned and stop Jiang Shunchuan's impulsive thoughts.

It can be seen that Jiang Shunchuan was quite disappointed, but he did not reject Song Xun.

"No trouble."

The meal Jiang Shunchuan ordered was from a nearby restaurant, which had a good reputation and tasted good, and became Jiang Shunchuan's exclusive choice for three meals a day.

Jiang Shunchuan was fiddling with his cell phone when the food was delivered.

Song Xun's cell phone kept vibrating in his pocket. While Jiang Shunchuan was in the kitchen setting the dishes, he quickly took out his cell phone and replied to the message.

——Jiang Shunchuan: I happened to meet your brother, and I invited him over for dinner.

——Jiang Shunchuan: If you haven’t cooked yet, would you like to come over? I ordered too many dishes.

Two minutes later.

——Jiang Shunchuan: What are you doing? Why don’t you reply to my message?

——Jiang Shunchuan: Are you busy?

Song Xun sent back two messages.

——Qingqing: Has Xiao Meng come to your place? Thank you for your help.

——Qingqing: I’m cooking in the kitchen and not looking at my phone. You guys eat, I won’t come over.

Just after sending the message, Jiang Shunchuan shouted from the kitchen.

"You can come over for dinner."

Jiang Shunchuan made some direct changes to the layout of his house. The dining table was removed and replaced with a bar opposite the kitchen, making the space much wider.

Jiang Shunchuan did order a lot of dishes, including fish, shrimp, meat soup, and both vegetarian and non-vegetarian dishes.

As soon as Song Xun sat down, he saw Jiang Shunchuan taking out his mobile phone and replying to messages. His expression was really rich and he did not conceal it.

The loss is obvious.

The food smelled delicious, especially for Song Xun who always ordered takeout or only knew how to cook noodles, this table of delicious food was very attractive to him.

But now there is a time bomb around us, which is very unstable.

Jiang Shunchuan didn't know what message he was sending, and Song Xun's phone vibrated again.

After a while, Jiang Shunchuan, who had not received any news, began to get restless and kept looking towards the gate, as if he was ready to go out and look for someone at any time.

Without caring about being exposed or not, Song Xun took the risk of taking out his cell phone and turned slightly to Jiang Shunchuan, looking like a child who was not paying attention while eating and was addicted to his cell phone with his back to adults.

Turn on your phone.

——Jiang Shunchuan: Are you eating?

——Jiang Shunchuan: [Picture] Are you really not coming over? The two of us may not be able to finish it.

——Jiang Shunchuan: What dishes did you cook?

Jiang Shunchuan's questions never end. He wants to know everything and understand what Song Xun is doing at every moment.

Song Xun supported himself with one hand, trying to block Jiang Shunchuan's sight as much as possible, and randomly found a picture he had downloaded from the Internet.

——Qingqing: [Picture] I made two dishes and am eating them now.

——Jiang Shunchuan: Why are they all vegetarian dishes?

——Qingqing: I don’t like eating meat. I got used to it when I was a child.

In just two short sentences, Jiang Shunchuan instantly imagined a lot of scenes in his mind, and his heart ached. As a result, when he looked up, he saw Song Xun next to him did not eat properly, but was playing with his mobile phone with his head down.

He coughed and said, "Don't play with your phone during meal time."

Song Xun looked up and saw Jiang Shunchuan staring at him. He was frightened and put down his phone.

This reaction made Jiang Shunchuan wonder if he was too serious, so he lowered his voice and said, "Eat well first, and then play after you finish eating."

Song Xun nodded and stopped touching his phone.

Jiang Shunchuan, who should perhaps set a good example, did not show any restraint. He only moved his chopsticks occasionally, and spent the rest of the time sending messages on his phone.

There was no response for another long time.

Jiang Shunchuan started to get restless again and made a video call directly.

The cell phone on the table lit up, and Song Xun quickly hung up the phone, picked up the phone and quickly sent a message.

——Qingqing: I’m going to take a nap.

As soon as I clicked send, Jiang Shunchuan's serious voice came from above my head.

"Why don't you listen? Don't play with your phone while eating."

After being frightened several times, he couldn't even eat a good meal, while the culprit accused him from the highest theoretical point of view.

Song Xun really couldn't hold it back any longer. Even a clay man would get angry.

She stared at Jiang Shunchuan angrily and said, "But you were also playing with your phone. When you told me not to play with my phone, shouldn't I obey you?"

Jiang Shunchuan was not angry after being choked by a child who seemed to have a good temper, but his expression became a little strange.

Even if he was restricted by Jiang's father and mother at home, he might not obey because he was used to being a jerk.

It was a strange feeling to be suddenly controlled by a young man who was younger than me.