The best actor is on the line with a large [Transmigration Book]

Chapter 22

"What are you going to do with it?" Chen Fang now wished that he would be more honest: "When something really happens, you will be the one who will suffer. Don't worry, since I plan to be your manager, I will be ready to work with you I’m going to tell you about this. I just want you to be careful, and if you really find me, don’t be brave, I’ll do it.”

Jiang Huai was amused by the last two words, "Okay, you come."

"Is Xing Jue still looking for you these two days?" Chen Fang is also busy with Xing Jue's affairs these days. As long as Xing Jue hasn't terminated the contract with the company, she is still Xing Jue's manager, "I don't care about you, You have a bit of sense, don't really have anything to do with Bo Ang, you know?"

He knew, but it was too late.

Bo Ang is lying on the sofa outside.

"You and I both know what Bo Ang is to Xing Jue."

"Understood." Jiang Huai didn't want to chat any longer, "I'm going to sleep."

Jiang Huai put down his phone and soon fell asleep, but he didn't have the habit of sleeping in late. As soon as the alarm clock rang at six o'clock in the morning, he got up on time to exercise and didn't come back until eight o'clock.

Bo Ang has not woken up yet.

Jiang Huai was silent, and it was difficult for him to sleep so comfortably on someone else's sofa.

Jiang Huai turned around and took out a large bottle of milk from the refrigerator and poured it into a cup.At this moment, Bo Ang's cell phone rang on the coffee table, and he picked it up in a daze: "Hello, Xing Jue? I didn't go back. I'm at Jiang Huai's house. Do you have anything to do?"

"Cough—" Although Jiang Huai expected this day, he was still choked up.

Bai Ang sat up and gave him a blank look, "It's okay, Jiang Huai was choked."

Well, I can't even tell.

It was rare for Jiang Huai to explain, and he turned and walked into the kitchen, "Are you having breakfast?"

Bo Ang waved his hand: "Jiang Huai asked me if I had breakfast."

I don't know what Xing Jue asked again, but Bai Ang moved his stiff neck: "Yesterday, there was no one in the dormitory and the club, and I didn't have an ID card, so I just made do with Jiang Huai's sofa all night..."

Jiang Huai turned on the pump, and the words behind him could not be heard clearly. He calmly sliced ​​open the toast slices, cut out a square, put it into a frying pan with heated butter, and poured it into the I beat an egg, put lunch meat on it, pressed the sliced ​​bread back, and turned it over.

The aroma in the room is tangy.

He divided a piece of bread into two, sat on the dining table and finished eating, and then went back to the bedroom to pick up his mobile phone. Sure enough, in just 10 minutes, his mobile phone was almost blown up by Xing Jue.

Coincidentally, the phone rang again.

Jiang Huai gently wiped off the bread crumbs left on the corners of his lips, sat down on the edge of the bed holding his mobile phone, stretched his legs straight, "Hello?"

"Jiang, what on earth do you want?" Xing Jue stood up abruptly from the sofa in the hotel. The little assistant who was helping him pack his things was startled, and he didn't dare to breathe.

A hint of doubt appeared on Jiang Huai's face, "I don't know what you mean."

"What do you mean by taking Boyang back?"

"Because it's raining, he has nowhere to go, so I took him in." Jiang Huai's voice was patient and gentle, soft like a person, and no one could fault him.

But Xing Jue was still dissatisfied with him: "That's it?"

"Yes, that's it." Jiang Huai replied calmly.

"Did you do nothing?"

"Do I need to do anything?" Jiang Huai asked with a smile.

"Okay." Xing Jue smiled angrily: "You'd better never let me know what you did!"

Jiang Huai looked at the closet in front of him, with a hint of coldness in his eyes, "Xing Jue, even if brother really did something, it's not your turn to take care of it, right?"

"Bang—" The phone hung up after a loud bang.

Xing Jue dropped the phone directly, and the assistant next to him screamed in fright.

"You go out first." Xing Jue supported his forehead and sat down on the sofa.

"Okay, call me again if you need it." The assistant had never seen Xing Jue lose his temper so much, put down the things in his hand, and hurried out.

There was silence in the hotel suite.

On the contrary, Xing Jue calmed down, and slowly covered his face with his hands. Obviously Jiang Huai came to provoke him first, but why did it become a one-man show for him later?

The scene of seeing Jiang Huai for the first time flashed in his mind. That year, when he was 17 years old, Jiang Huai came to the school as an exchange student, wearing cheap white cloth shoes that were incompatible with this international high school, standing anxiously On the podium, his hands are tightly clutching the ill-fitting coat, and his eyes don't know where to put them.

The teacher repeatedly emphasized that he was a top student who jumped two grades in a row, without mentioning his family's current situation at all.But the students here are all good people, and they can be classified into different classes based on their clothes and temperament at a glance.

Jiang Huai at that time was naturally the most inferior in their eyes.So after class, a group of boys couldn't wait to gather in front of him, "Hey, exchange student, what do your parents do?"

The child is honest and answers whatever he wants, "I don't have parents."

His soft and weak voice pierced through the crowd, and the young Xing Jue looked out of the window calmly, with a playful smile on his lips.Because after these words, he had already predicted the fate of this poor top student.

"Then after school, why don't you play with us for a while?" The group of boys had long been panicked, "Don't tell me, you look pretty good."

"Play, what are you playing?" As expected of a top student, when he asked this sentence, his voice was trembling with malicious intent.

The smile on the corners of Xing Jue's lips became stronger. He looked away, and looked at Jiang Huai who was sitting in the middle of the classroom through the gap exposed by the crowd. He was a young man with red lips and white teeth. He had a high nose bridge, long eyelashes, and not thin lips.But it's not too thick. When a pair of eyes look up, they are clear and clear, making people feel pity, but at the same time want to trample harder.

"We can play whatever you want." The boy sitting behind Jiang Huai patted him on the shoulder lightly, "I fully respect your opinion."

Suddenly, malicious laughter broke out from all around.

The top student lowered his head, and suddenly seemed to notice something, and suddenly turned his head to look at Xing Jue who was sitting by the window.

Xing Jue looked at him expressionlessly.

The top student seemed to be frightened, and quickly lowered his head again.

From then on, Xing Jue's eyes would fall on the back of the middle of the classroom from time to time. The top student was very thin, and his shoulders couldn't even support his clothes.And he was obviously frightened by those people's words, and he drooped his head restlessly, looking pitiful.

Finally, when school was over, Xing Jue put away his schoolbag, looked at the boys who were walking towards the top students, and softly asked: "Hey, don't go too far."

In this school, there is no one who is not afraid of Xing Jue.

He has good grades, easy-going personality and few words, doesn't get too close to others, and never bullies others.But everyone is naturally afraid of him, just because he has a good father, stomping his feet casually can make most parents of students in this school so worried that they can't sleep at night.

Everyone has to look at his face.

"Don't worry." Xing Jue said, and they naturally didn't dare to go too far, "Just say hello to the new classmates."

Although Xing Jue had never been greeted before, he also knew that the greeting was uncomfortable.However, his pity for this top student has not yet developed into indiscriminate favoritism, and he left directly with his schoolbag on his back.

However, the top student was smarter than he imagined, he broke free from the crowd suddenly, grabbed his clothes corner, "Can I go with you?"

At that time, Jiang Huai was thin and small, a full head shorter than Xing Jue, who was 1.8 meters tall. When Xing Jue lowered his head, what he saw was the pair of eyelashes that drooped because of timidity, which were thick and dense.

Like a child.

"Hey, do you know who he is?" Several boys were about to chase after him, but they didn't see Xing Jue's refusal, and stopped again.

Before Xing Jue made his statement, no one dared to act rashly.

"What's my name?" Xing Jue looked down at his eyes, only to see those beautiful eyes glanced at his chest, and then quickly moved away.

"Xing, Xing Jue." The child spat out his name from his ruddy mouth, which was inexplicably pleasant to the ears.

But even so, he didn't intend to meddle in other people's business, so a mocking smile appeared on his lips: "So, what do you have to do with me?"

Hearing this sentence, the boys around also laughed. This poor boy really doesn't understand anything, thinking that just grabbing a straw can save his life.

Unfortunately, he caught the wrong one.

Xing Jue looks easy-going, but in fact he is cold and conceited. He looks superior to them from a decent family, let alone this lowest-ranked exchange student.

I'm afraid that after returning home, he won't want the school uniform that he dragged.

"Friend." The child mustered up the courage to raise his head, looking straight at him with innocent and fearless eyes, "We can be friends, right?"

The word friend is too unfamiliar to Xing Jue, not only him, but others also laughed.

"Hey, exchange student, do you think anyone can be friends with him?"

Jiang Huai pursed his lips, his fearless eyes were stained with pleading, and the fingers holding his school uniform kept tightening: "Can we be friends?"

"Why should I be friends with you?" Maybe Jiang Huai was born so well, Xing Jue didn't reject him immediately.

"I can help you carry your schoolbag, help you do your homework, help you occupy a seat, and help you do a lot of things!" Jiang Huai suddenly became more confident, as if he had found a value that Xing Jue could not refuse: "I know You have good grades and good looks, and there are many people who want to be friends with you, but I will definitely be the one that suits you best."

"Are you looking for a friend or a partner for Brother Jue?" The boys around laughed mockingly again.

Xing Jue was also amused by his confident expression, "But I still don't want to be friends with you?"

The child froze, staring at him pitifully with those helpless eyes.

The people around were not surprised by the answer, and sat down at the table next to him calmly: "How is it? Exchange students, come here."

The child was still reluctant to let go.

Xing Jue took a look at his fingers that were pulling the corners of his clothes. They were as slender and fair as that pretty face, but there were many calluses, and they were not attractive at all.

"But." Xing Jue raised his eyes, and lightly glanced at the waiting crowd: "I don't want him to be friends with other people either."