[Quick Transmigration] Anyway, the protagonist is quite cold

"...I recognize myself?"

Song Zhenzhen was stunned for a moment before realizing what Jiang Huaixin was talking about. He stood up immediately and couldn't help sneering: "Yes, I know very well that I am very different from the two of you. You are young masters from a wealthy family. I am poor and stingy, and I care about a little money all day—" At first, she felt a little guilty because she brought along the unrelated Chu Songluo, but the more she talked, the more angry she became, thinking of her mother lying in the hospital, she was so angry The voice trembled, "At any rate, I know how to respect others. To invite others to an appointment, you must ask about the reservation first. To understand others, you need to make friends slowly instead of investigating others casually!"

All the sympathy and affection for Jiang Huaixin before were trampled underfoot.

Song Zhenzhen felt that she was impulsive and naive - she obviously agreed to take advantage of the situation, but she refused to admit it with her self-esteem being suppressed like this.She glanced at Chu Songluo, but found that he didn't seem angry, but just frowned slightly.She bit her lip and pinched her palms fiercely, before she managed to calmly say: "In that case, I'll go back to my original job and just pretend that this never happened."

She turned around to leave, but Chu Songluo grabbed her wrist.

"Don't pay attention to what he says."

Song Zhenzhen knew it was wrong to vent his anger, but he still couldn't help resenting him, raised his eyebrows and glared at him: "I'm not interested in participating in brothers' struggle!"

"It has nothing to do with him." Chu Songluo said in a low voice, "But... let me see you for a while."

--what?

Before Song Zhenzhen realized what was going on in this scene, her hand was violently pulled out of Chu Songluo's hand.Jiang Huaixin smiled pretendingly: "Miss Song is leaving, why don't you leave early. Do you need me to see you off?"

The wrist hurts unbearably, but Song Zhenzhen heard him say this, and immediately slapped his hand away fiercely as revenge, and decided not to talk to these strange two people again, "I'm leaving now!" while leaving angrily piano room.Barely maintaining her walking posture and leaving the room, she immediately began to trot towards the gate - now she is taking a taxi to go to a part-time job, so she shouldn't be late.

It was only when she was out of breath on the street that she suddenly slapped her head and remembered—hey, where is my bag?

***

First is peace and joy, then when Song Zhenzhen is angry, he is guilty, then he hesitates whether to keep him, and finally is reason and nostalgia.The emotion in the air now was boredom, but still endured the boredom.

But he didn't respond to that Song Zhenzhen.

Is this the so-called sympathy out of "love"?

No.

Love is nothing but self-satisfaction.

Chu Songluo glanced at him silently, then brushed past him to leave the room.

The disgusted emotion scraped his skin viciously, thinking that his emotions represented disgust for his actions, Jiang Huaixin could hardly control his emotions.He has always looked down on actions that go against reason, but at this moment he couldn't help but speak sharply: "I didn't know that brother actually likes music—"

Chu Songluo stopped and turned to look at him.

"It's just a little money, after all, it's all about buying people. Why buy the kind that takes so long?" Jiang Huaixin said with a hypocritical smile, "She's not as good as those—"

——! !

Jiang Huaixin blinked slowly while covering his burning face.

Chu Songluo said: "Don't talk about things you don't understand, I don't want to waste time on it."

- don't understand?

Jiang Huaixin finds it ridiculous. Over the years, he has no idea of ​​his own feelings and thoughts, and treats him as a younger brother from a distance just out of guilt?

That being the case, it might as well have had no contact at first.

He wasn't unbelievable, but it seemed to take a little time to find some unfamiliar words to define his current emotions. The evaluation of his state as "wishful thinking" made him have to find another word to define his current mood.

……Wronged?This doesn't seem to be working for me.

Jiang Huaixin looked straight back at Chu Songluo again, "Why are you so angry, brother? Could it be because I told the truth."

"Wait! Don't—want—to—hand—!"

As soon as Song Zhenzhen trotted all the way back to pick up the bag, he found that the atmosphere between the two was tense - Chu Songluo's eyes were cold when he met him, and his eyes were filled with anger; while Jiang Huaixin's eyes were misty and he forced a smile, and couldn't help being surprised , rushed forward to stop Chu Songluo who just raised his hand.

She ran all the way back, and this pounce put all her body weight on it.Chu Songluo was caught by her and couldn't stop, backed up a few times, and then hugged her back against the wall.

Uh, it sounds like I heard him gasp, okay?

Song Zhenzhen quickly jumped out of his arms, looked at Jiang Huaixin's appearance just now, and felt a little guilty - after all, he heard that Jiang Huaixin was not treated well in the Chu family, and he made him suffer from Chu Song's training ...

No matter what, don't fight first. Song Zhenzhen recalled the classic sentence pattern when he comforted the children who were fighting, and carefully persuaded him: "Fighting can't solve the problem. Let's solve it peacefully, shall we?"

Song Zhenzhen couldn't see it, but Jiang Huaixin knew Chu Songluo clearly.He has undergone rigorous training since he was a child, and it is impossible for Song Zhenzhen to get hurt just because of such a pounce.The black sweater was close to the line of the waist, and the left side of the abdomen could be seen to be wet - it was definitely injured.I'm afraid he went out late at night and came back with an injury. He just had to bandage it up and then came to see Song Zhenzhen.

It's not disrespectful for him to ask Song Zhenzhen to come this afternoon, it's because he's actually very busy, and he doesn't even have enough sleep time.

Do you still want to see her?

Chu Songluo's expression was still cold and calm, Jiang Huaixin glanced at him again, as if he had thought through a lot of things suddenly.

Tell him if he doesn't understand.

He put on the smile that Jiang Huaixin should have.

Gentle, natural, even a little shy.

"Miss Song, I'm sorry, I was too rude just now. Don't bother you to run around, it's fine if you stay here." He walked towards Chu Songluo and said softly, "After all, brother is really too fond of music. If you don’t know anything, I will trouble you a lot.”

When he was only half a step away from Chu Songluo, Song Zhenzhen felt that the atmosphere was not right again, and watched in horror as the silly boy who had just been beaten came so close again, and whispered: "Peaceful way—peaceful way... "

Jiang Huaixin glanced back at her with a smile, "I'm about to resolve it peacefully."

Song Zhen really wants to complain, I am not reminding you, my friend!But he was stunned by Jiang Huaixin's next behavior——

The thin and frail boy put one hand on the waist of the man leaning against the wall, and wrapped his other hand around his neck to make him bow his head. He stood on tiptoe and kissed him.

Song Zhenzhen immediately picked up the bag she put on the ground and ran out the door!

She suddenly completely forgave Jiang Huaixin who said bad things to her before, and made up a lot of plots in her own mind.

Oops, poor little brother, tut tut.

Here Jiang Huaixin actually pressed Chu Songluo's wound hard, which made him bow his head in pain.

Jiang Huaixin used to feel that kissing was really disgusting - it was just an exchange of saliva, more like devouring each other, and he had no other thoughts except disgust.

But now I feel that his lips are much softer than they look, there is a strange touch, the tip of the tongue delicately brushes over his teeth, pry them open, and meet his—hot emotions wrapping his skin, yes , Chu Songluo reacted to him, and the hot and dry emotions were superimposed on him, making Jiang Huaixin feel a sweet and greasy thirst beyond his ability to bear.Just the kiss, the touch and release of the tip of the tongue, and the exchange of breaths made him release a sticky sigh from his throat and nasal cavity.

It seems that this voice awakened Chu Songluo's rationality, and the heat went away like an ebb tide, followed by guilt and helplessness—and surprise?

Chu Songluo pushed him away, his expression condensed: "What are you doing?"

"What are you doing?" Jiang Huaixin couldn't help but smile more cheerfully, "My brother obviously enjoyed it too, so why be so angry."

Chu Songluo didn't care about him touching his wound, lowered his eyes, and sighed softly: "...I'm afraid you already know what happened to the Jiang family back then."

He raised his eyes again, and said in a low voice, "my father did something wrong, and I will pay it back to you in the future. If you want to take revenge on me, there is really no need to use this method."

……Um?

After reacting, Jiang Huaixin could hardly hold back his smile——

——This, can, true, is, one, strange, wonderful, of, wrong, solution, what.

He smiled and asked with difficulty: "Brother, did you misunderstand something?... I don't care about the Chu family and the Jiang family." He glanced at Chu Songluo's body that was still enduring, and smiled again: " I only care about my brother? Besides, doesn’t my brother also respond to me—”

Jiang Huaixin's amber-like honey-colored eyes flickered with dark light, "——Don't my brother believe me..."

He looped around Chu Songluo's waist again, bit off the collar of his sweater with his teeth, licked and kissed his neck delicately, while rubbing against his body, sprayed his warm and dense breath on his neck .

The agitation of the blood quickened, and the breathing obviously became unbearable, Jiang Huaixin was forced to leave him with his head up after being pulled by his hair, but with a pure smile on his face, he looked at Chu Songluo with clean eyes: "Brother, don't you like this? "

He closed his eyes and lifted his chin slightly to adjust his breathing. Jiang Huaixin saw his Adam's apple sliding up and down, and then opened his eyes, looking a little tired.He didn't get angry, but said: "I really like men, but you don't need to pay like this, I will pay you back, and I will pay you back. But I can't entrust my life to you—at least I have to kill Chu Han. "

Chu Songluo looked directly at Jiang Huaixin, "Song Zhenzhen is my sister, and her mother is also my mother—Chu Han hasn't found out yet, and I can't take the initiative to contact her. You don't have to misunderstand this point. "

Jiang Huaixin immediately understood the reason for his depression and his hatred for Chu Han.

Ah... so strange.

There is an emotion that I have never experienced before agitating and spreading in my chest.

It was soft and gentle, but strong, making him feel a little sour and a little tingling.

Moreover, he was very dazed and uneasy.

Find the definition to name this emotion accordingly——

Not sympathy.Not pity.

He frowned slightly, there were signs of fatigue under his eyes, and there were injuries on his body-even though he didn't care about this injury at all just now.

It turned out that his pain would also make me hurt, and all actions became restrained because of this.

There is no doubt that Chu Songluo is stronger than Jiang Huaixin.

He has been secretly planning to gather forces from all sides, and he can handle official documents and entertainment, as well as fighting skills and firearms.In comparison, Jiang Huaixin is just a nominal young master.

But at this moment, he suddenly felt the emotion of "wanting to protect him".

This is irrational and obviously impossible.

Moreover, the uneasiness and bewilderment come from the fact that even though Jiang Huaixin feels pain for Chu Songluo's pain, their pain is not the same.He could feel all Chu Songluo's emotions, but he couldn't really understand his pain.

This sense of isolation made him feel uneasy.

Jiang Huaixin forced a smile: "...that's really how I feel sorry for Miss Song."

"—But, she can't compete with me for elder brother." He gently pulled away Chu Songluo's hand that was placed behind his head, and this time he just hugged him purely and tenderly.The body temperature from the sweater, the steady and powerful beating of the heart, the light peppermint scent of EdG, the very inconspicuous smell of cigarettes, the subtle scent of the skin, and his silent emotions all conveyed to him.

"If you don't want to laugh, don't laugh."

Chu Songluo's voice came through his chest.

"—Your usual smile, too, has always been an eyesore."

He pushed Jiang Huaixin away again, and left the room.

The inexplicable emotion just passed by in a flash, and did not occupy his thoughts.This time, Jiang Huaixin didn't obstruct him, nor was he disappointed - because no matter how many times he was pushed away, he just had to catch up again.

Pry open his lips, kiss his eyes, suck his earlobes, bite his chin, lick his Adam's apple and collarbone, bite his fingers and abs, cover his eyes to infect the rhythm of his breathing ——

"elder brother……"

In order to curb the more and more excessive imagination, he had to raise his head and bite his thumb fiercely, the corners of his eyes were stained with a light red color.

***

"Why, why did you come to our school? Still in my class?"

Song Zhenzhen looked at Jiang Huaixin in disbelief.

Jiang Huaixin, as always, smiled warmly and shyly, making the winter sunshine in the window behind him soft and shy.

"Accidentally overdid it, and was kicked out of the house by my brother."

...It was really too much, Song Zhenzhen nodded with emotion, but still couldn't hold back the mood of gossip, "Hey, what did your brother say?"

Speaking of Chu Songluo, Song Zhenzhen seemed to see that the sunshine behind Jiang Huaixin was more gentle and bright.He propped his chin and replied with a gentle smile, "I didn't say I liked me, nor did I say I didn't like me." He thought for a while, and then added: "Miss Song, thank you for helping me, I misunderstood you earlier —I hope you don’t rob my brother of mine.”

Jiang Huaixin lowered his eyes, lowered his eyelashes, and smiled bitterly again: "...I live under the fence, and only my brother treats me well."

Song Zhenzhen blinked and blinked: "—as long as you don't call me Miss Song again?"

***

As the sky darkened, a puppet cat with gray ears jumped onto Chu Songluo's balcony, shook the sticky dust it had driven all the way, and let out a soft, "Mi——".