mtl008 Chapter 88: How to Make Money as a Small Anchor 21
Chapter 88: How to Make Money as a Small Anchor 21
Jiang Shunchuan actually put down his phone, stared at Song Xun and spread his hands: "What about you?"
Song Xun put down his phone and turned it upside down on the table.
So the meal could finally continue in peace and tranquility.
After dinner, Song Xun was anxious to get away.
"Thank you for treating me to dinner. I'll go back first."
"Go back later. Your sister is taking a nap." Jiang Shunchuan's tone was too matter-of-fact, and it was almost escalating into an attitude similar to that of Song Xun's future brother-in-law.
As the fictional younger brother of Meng Qing, Song Xun felt that he should perhaps show some reaction.
But then, Jiang Shunchuan didn't even pretend. He just said "wait a moment" to him and went into the room.
When he came out again, he was holding a brand new, unopened cell phone in his hand.
"for you."
It is the latest model from the hottest brand nowadays.
Song Xun refused to answer: "No, I have a cell phone."
Jiang Shunchuan stuffed it into his hand and said, "Just keep it. A repaired phone is not easy to use."
This was the reason Songxun had given before to refuse to add a contact.
Once again, Song Xun was pushed to sit on the sofa by Jiang Shunchuan and was shocked by his next words.
"Do you support me being your brother-in-law?"
Who would ask like this right away? Song Xun was in a difficult situation with the bribe forced upon him.
There is no way he can be Jiang Shunchuan's brother-in-law. How could he be Jiang Shunchuan's sister? When the truth is revealed, if Jiang Shunchuan doesn't beat him up, it will be a show of mercy.
Jiang Shunchuan: "Don't worry, just say it directly."
Song Xun hesitated: "I still respect my sister's opinion."
"Okay." Jiang Shunchuan knew his neutral attitude. He would not stop him, but he would not help either. Jiang Shunchuan was not satisfied with this result.
This resulted in Song Xun being dragged along to play games for the rest of the day, which lasted until five o'clock in the evening.
From Jiang Shunchuan's perspective, this is the fastest way for boys to get closer to each other.
When Song Xun successfully stepped out of the door of 1204, he felt relieved.
After taking two steps, I suddenly realized something was wrong.
He turned to look at Jiang Shunchuan who was following behind him: "You..."
Jiang Shunchuan was calm and composed: "Do you mind if I go in for a drink of water? The water dispenser at home is broken."
This poor excuse is just as bad as Songxun's phone being broken.
"Uh..., that might not be convenient."
Jiang Shunchuan raised his eyebrows and moved closer to Song Xun: "After all, we played games together for half an afternoon, and we have established a deep revolutionary friendship. Please help me."
It had been nineteen hours since he had separated from Meng Qing yesterday. Jiang Shunchuan's overactive heart could no longer be restrained. More importantly, he wanted to go in and take a look at the layout of the rooms in the house, and it would be best if he could check the door locks to ensure safety.
Song Xun couldn't catch his breath, and quickly retracted his hand that was about to open the door. He leaned his back against the door and looked up at Jiang Shunchuan.
"I, I'm not staying here today, so I won't go in."
Seeing Jiang Shunchuan frowning, Song Xun began to think of excuses and said, "I have been sleeping on the sofa in the living room for the past two days. I forgot that I wet the sofa when I drank water last night, and I haven't cleaned it up yet."
He was just about to say that he was going to stay at a hotel today, but Jiang Shunchuan spoke first: "Then you can stay at my place today."
Song Xun was stunned: "...No need, I can just stay in a hotel."
Jiang Shunchuan was a little puzzled as he just said this. He never liked to bring people into his room, but he just agreed directly. Before he could figure out what his behavior was, after seeing Song Xun's refusal, Jiang Shunchuan started to feel unhappy again.
He put his arm around Song Xun's neck and pulled him towards him: "Why are you being polite? This saves you from running back and forth."
The two of them walked around in the corridor and successfully returned to 1204.
Sometimes Song Xun really wanted to complain about Jiang Shunchuan's bandit-like behavior, so he could only go to the bathroom and secretly post a notice on the live broadcast platform that he would not broadcast live today.
In the evening, while Jiang Shunchuan was taking a shower, Song Xun went back to his room to get his own clothes.
Jiang Shunchuan had just finished showering, his hair was wet and swung back, his collar was wet. He had a good figure, and one could faintly see the undulating lean muscles on his chest.
"The water is hot, no need to adjust it."
Song Xun looked away, nodded, picked up his clothes and went into the bathroom.
Halfway through washing, I realized that the towel was left outside.
Passing by the living room, Jiang Shunchuan saw a strange towel left on the sofa. He picked it up and walked towards the bathroom.
"You didn't bring your towel. I'll pass it in for you."
Song Xun almost slipped and said hurriedly, "No need, just put it on the door handle."
"Put it away."
The footsteps gradually faded away, as if they were returning to the room.
Song Xun then carefully opened the door a crack and pulled the towel in.
When he came out of the bathroom, Jiang Shunchuan was hanging clothes on the balcony.
Song Xun took the initiative and said, "I'll just sleep on the sofa."
"Okay." Jiang Shunchuan hung up a piece of clothing and looked back at Song Xun, but he couldn't take his eyes away. He opened his mouth and asked: "Why are you so white?"
Songxun likes to wear loose clothes and prefers dark colors.
He stood in the middle of the living room, covered by the bright incandescent lantern above his head, with only his exposed wrists and ankles, which were white enough to be translucent, exuding the fine touch of mutton-fat jade, slender and delicate.
Jiang Shunchuan suddenly forgot what he was going to do and did not hang up the clothes in his hands.
Song Xun pulled at his sleeves: "Maybe it's because I seldom go out."
Jiang Shunchuan slowly came to his senses, hung up the clothes in his hands, and went to the room to get a thick quilt.
"We haven't had time to install heating here yet, why don't you go to your room and sleep."
There was only one bedroom in this house, and if I agreed, it would mean I would have to sleep in the same bed with Jiang Shunchuan.
"It's okay. I'm naturally afraid of heat but not cold."
Jiang Shunchuan stopped persuading him, and lowered his head to spread the quilt on the sofa. The pendant around his neck swayed, and Song Xun's eyes were unconsciously attracted to it and fell on his earrings and pendant.
Suddenly I wanted to ask a question, so I opened my mouth.
"Do you like silver obsidian very much?" She didn't even take it off when taking a bath.
Jiang Shunchuan stretched out his hand and grasped the pendant on his chest. Since it was the first time someone asked him this question, his expression was filled with unconscious confusion.
"Probably. I forgot why I liked it. I just got used to it after wearing it for a long time."
Song Xun hesitated and said, "Is that so?"
Jiang Shunchuan let go of his hand and stood up straight: "Okay, tell me if you feel cold at night."
"Thank you."
The lights in the living room were off, and only the street lights outside were shining through the balcony.
Song Xun tossed and turned, keeping his eyes open until the early morning before falling asleep.
The next day, Song Xun said goodbye to Jiang Shunchuan on the pretext of going back to his parents' home, and faded out of sight as Meng Qing's younger brother.
In the following time, Song Xun did not refuse Jiang Shunchuan's invitation, as if they were really a couple about to fall in love.
Seven o'clock in the afternoon is the time for the movie to start.
Song Xun pretended to be carrying an empty small shoulder bag and smoothed back the hair that always fell on the side of his face. When he repeated it for the third time, he became increasingly impatient and irritable.
Jiang Shunchuan, who was also waiting in line, came over with a big bucket of popcorn. Song Xun immediately slowed down his movements and stood up with his knees together.
Jiang Shunchuan said with a smile: "Go in."