Is it an illusion to always be loved by NPCs? [Quick Transmigration]

Jiang Mi and Cheng Zhan sat in the room to eat.

Because neither of them had the habit of eating and talking, after the whole meal, there was no other sound in the room except for the collision and chewing of dishes and chopsticks.

When Jiang Mi put down his chopsticks, Cheng Chan was already clearing his mouth with tea.

Jiang Mi looked at Cheng Zhan, put his finger on the edge of the table, and asked aloud: "Brother Cheng, do you have any arrangements for this afternoon?"

Cheng Huahua put down the teacup, "Do you need a lunch break at noon?"

Jiang Mi shook his head, he was still jet-lagged, if he still sleeps during the day, he should not rest at night.

"Not required."

Cheng Zhan nodded slightly, with a correct posture, "Well, I will take you to other places in Winter City in the afternoon."

The two stayed in Hualemen for a while, and then came out.

When Cheng Zhan and Jiang Mi came out, the driver who drove Cheng Zhan was holding a large bowl and sitting in the shade by the door to eat.

The sun was scorching outside, and the driver was sweating while eating. He was so busy eating the rice that he didn't realize that Jiang Mi and Cheng Chan had come out.

Beside him was a woman who was about his age. The woman fanned the driver with a cattail fan and said something to him.

Cheng Chan knew that the woman was his driver's wife, but he was not going to wait for him to finish his meal, Cheng Chan was about to walk over.

Jiang Mi stepped forward and gently grabbed Cheng Zhan's arm, Jiang Mi lowered his head and smiled at Cheng Zan who turned around, "Brother Cheng, look, there is a cold drink seller over there, go and have a look."

Jiang Mi's eyes are typical peach-blossom eyes. When he lowers his eyes, the end of his eyes will be slightly bent down. There is a smile and light in his eyes, which reflects Cheng Zhan's face. There is a bit of a coquettish feeling in it .

Of course, this is just an illusion.

Cheng Zhan did not refuse Jiang Mi's request, in fact, he would not refuse any of Jiang Mi's requests at all.

Cheng Chan accompanied Jiang Mi to the cold drink stand.

The cold drink stand is next to the corner in front of the street, and it's not easy to walk a few steps.

After taking a few steps, Jiang Mi took out a soft woolen hat from somewhere, and put it on Cheng Zhan's head.

"Brother Cheng, isn't it so hot now?"

Jiang Mi looked at Cheng Zhan and asked.

In fact, Jiang Mi also saw the driver eating before, and he really felt that it was not easy to have lunch on a hot day. He was afraid that Cheng Zhan would pass by and would leave immediately, so Jiang Mi dragged Cheng Zhan away on the grounds of eating cold drinks.

But now seeing Cheng Zhan blushing under the sun, he felt embarrassed again.

The sunlight in front of Cheng Zhan suddenly disappeared, he was stunned for a rare moment, then quickly recovered his expression, and accepted the sudden hat in a very normal manner.

"Much better, thank you, Young Master Jiang."

Jiang Mi laughed, "That's good."

The two walked along the way, attracting frequent glances from the people around them.

Standing in front of the cold drink stand were a gray-haired old lady and a thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl with double braids.

When Jiang Mi was standing at the cold drink stand, neither the old lady nor the little girl came back to their senses.

Jiang Mi was seriously looking at the sign in front of the booth, and after looking at it for a while, he asked Cheng Chan who was standing next to him, "Brother Cheng, do you eat popsicles?"

Half of Cheng Zhan's face was hidden under the shadow of the hat, and he couldn't see his expression clearly. He just nodded and said, "Eat."

After hearing the answer, Jiang Mi turned to look at the old lady and the little girl, "Two popsicles, please."

It was the old lady who reacted first, stretched out her hand to lift off the layers of thick white gauze, and pulled out two popsicles from the small round iron cylinder in the wooden barrel.

Then he called the little girl beside him, "Big girl, bring the paper here."

The little girl let out a "hey", bent down and took out two clean papers from under the box, and wrapped the handle of the stick under the popsicle.

The most common popsicles in this era are made of sugar water. Although the taste is not satisfactory, it is still cool and refreshing.

Jiang Mi reached out to take it, and said with a smile, "Thank you."

The little girl blushed instantly, and stammered, "No, no thanks..."

After Jiang Mi paid the money, he turned around and handed a sugar popsicle to Cheng Zhan, "Brother Cheng, it's yours."

Cheng Zhan stretched out his hand to take it. The popsicle was not very big, and it even looked a bit crystal clear under the light.

Cheng Zhan almost forgot that he was interested in such boring things when he was young.

In the mouth, a cold and sweet feeling permeates.

It turned out to be this kind of smell, Cheng Zhan lowered his eyes.

On the way back, the two almost finished eating the popsicles.

When we got back to the gate of Huale Gate, the driver had already finished his meal and stood obediently, waiting for Jiang Mi and Cheng Zhan to come out. When he looked up, he saw Jiang Mi and Cheng Zhan walking across the street.

A bit of shock that couldn't be concealed could be seen on the driver's dark face, the driver couldn't help being a little stunned, he opened his mouth but didn't know what to say.

Cheng Chan glanced at him and only said, "Let's drive."

The driver hastily opened the front door, ready to drive.

Jiang Mi and Cheng Zhan sat in the back seat of the car as before.

In the afternoon, Cheng Zhan took Jiang Mi to other important industrial places of the Jiang family.

After eating dinner outside, Cheng Zhan went to take Jiang Mi home.

After Jiang Mi went home and was dragged and questioned again by Jiang Han, Jiang Mi took a nap after washing and slept until dawn the next day.

Jiang Mi slept on the bed with a blanket in his arms.

When the knock on the door sounded, his mind was full of confusion. After a while, he subconsciously knew who should be knocking on the door.

After he went to open the door with messy hair, the person standing in front of him was indeed Cheng Chan.

Jiang Mi called him lazily, "Brother Cheng."

Just like the scene yesterday morning, Jiang Mi washed and changed and went out with Cheng Chan again.

These few days Cheng Zhan didn't have any important matters to deal with personally, Jiang Han wished Cheng Zhan could come over and take Jiang Mi out every day.

Sitting in the car, Jiang Mi saw that the car was still parked across the street from yesterday's restaurant.

Jiang Mi and Cheng Chan sat in the store together.

Cheng Zhan watched Jiang Mi finish his breakfast, and Jiang Mi still didn't forget to stuff a candy for the little boy in the shop when he left the restaurant.

The Jiang family's property is more than Jiang Mi imagined.

All walks of life are involved, and they are intertwined in large and small places in Winterfell, like a large intertwined net.

In the past few days, Jiang Mi was led by Cheng Chan to go around the Winter City, but he still didn't finish it all.

Until the fourth day, Jiang Mi really couldn't stand this boring and numb face recognition method.

I haven't been to any of the places to play in Winter City.

He leaned a little loosely on the car seat, half-lidded his eyelids, and slightly tilted his head to look at Cheng Zhan beside him.

"Brother Cheng, why don't we rest for half a day this afternoon. Is there anything interesting in Winter City?"

Jiang Mi's eyes couldn't help showing hope, he really didn't want to continue running, it would be good if he could rest for half a day.

Cheng Zhan lowered his eyes in silence, and raised his head after a while, "Where does Young Master Jiang want to go to play?" Cheng Zhan's eyes were a bit cold and calm when he said this.

Jiang Mi didn't notice it, Jiang Mi thought about it carefully, and said: "Brother Cheng, I want to go to a quiet place with few people, it doesn't matter if I play or not."

Hearing this, Cheng Chan's eyes warmed up, and he straightened the frame with his fingertips, "Of course there are."

Cheng Zhan reported a location to the driver in the front seat of the car. Jiang Mi didn't know where it was, and he didn't intend to ask. He just waited until he got there.

This time the car drove for a long time, and it took nearly an hour.

During the slow turbulence, Jiang Mi narrowed his eyes sleepily.

When he opened his eyes again, what he saw was a shimmering sea surface, with a few pure white seagulls passing by.

Jiang Mi sat in the car in a daze, with the window half open, and a bit of salty sea breeze came in from the window, gradually waking up his consciousness.

Now he is the only one in the car, and the driver and Cheng Zhan are not here anymore.

Jiang Mi didn't feel anxious either, and slowly stretched his stiff shoulders, pushed open the car door, and got out of the car.

This seemed to be the outskirts of Winter City. The car was parked on a relatively flat country road, and there seemed to be no people around.

In the distance on the right side of the road is a sandy beach, connected to the blue sea, but there is a dilapidated wooden house standing abruptly on the beach.

Winter City is indeed a coastal city, but Jiang Mi really didn't know there was such a place.

He walked towards the beach without haste, and slowly approached the wooden house, only to find a figure standing there quietly inside the wooden house.

If it weren't for the wind blowing the corner of the man's clothes slightly, it would look like an immovable rock.

Jiang Mi stood beside the wooden house, didn't come forward to talk to him, but just quietly looked at the sea in front of him.

This peaceful scene calmed down the vague anxiety deep in his heart, until Jiang Mi smelled a very faint smell of tobacco.

It is already past three o'clock in the afternoon, the sun is still strong, but the sea breeze is still cool.

In the distance of the sea is a small and small island covered with lush green, and the sunlight is scattered on the sea, glowing with golden light.

Until a small fishing boat approached the shore in the distance, on board was a fisherman wearing a bamboo hat. He didn't seem to notice that there were two people standing in the dilapidated wooden house on the shore.

The fishermen stepped on the beach barefoot with some difficulty, and dragged the boat to the shore.

Jiang Mi watched for a while, and found that the fisherman was dragging very slowly, and it took a while before he moved a little.

Jiang Mi said to Cheng Zhan, "Brother Cheng, I'll go there." He walked towards the shore.

When Jiang Mi approached the fisherman, the fisherman was startled.

Jiang Mi smiled reassuringly, "I'll help you out."

The fisherman was a middle-aged man with tanned skin, very simple and honest, and seeing Jiang Mi willing to come and help, he thought he was a good man.

While the two were dragging, the fisherman talked to Jiang Mi in a strong local accent, "Oh, it's not easy to drag today. It will be easy to drag if it hits the waves."

Jiang Mi listened with half-knowledge, and it took five or six minutes to finally tow the boat up.

The fisherman didn't know what to say, and took out a bunch of sturdy swimming crabs tied with straw ropes from the boat.

Although Jiang Mi couldn't quite understand what the fisherman said, but from the fisherman's violent gestures, he probably wanted to give this string of swimming crabs to him.

Jiang Mi couldn't bear the other party's enthusiasm, so he took the bunch of swimming crabs over.

Holding the crab in his left hand and the shoe in his right, he walked back towards the wooden house with his bare and wet feet.

After Jiang Mi reacted, he also felt that he seemed a little nondescript and funny.

Cheng Zhan didn't say anything to him, and there seemed to be traces of helpless connivance between his brows.

After drying their feet, Jiang Mi and Cheng Chan sat back in the car.

Jiang Mi seemed to remember something, and turned to ask Cheng Zhan, "Brother Cheng, do you smoke?"

Cheng Chan paused, and his tone was flat, "No smoking."

It seemed that Jiang Mi just asked on a whim, and said "really" with a smile, and said nothing more.