The host and the protagonist had a happy ending again [Quick Transmigration]

Pei Ming also kept his head down, so he couldn't see Xu Ran's expression, but he could hear him chuckle softly.

What are you laughing at? Did you heed my advice or not?

The guest clearly didn't listen.

Xu Ran said, "Remember to wait for me."

Don't let someone else pick it up.

Pei Ming didn't dare to think about the meaning of those words. If Xu Ran wanted to do something to him, it would be too easy.

He closed his eyes briefly: "I only sell wine, sir."

Xu Ran nodded: "I know."

"Then I'll buy your wine."

Pei Ming couldn't help but shiver. Accustomed to walking the cold streets every night, the waiter's teeth were chattering in the warm room. He could only clench his jaw muscles to maintain a semblance of dignity.

His face was cupped in someone's hands, with a gentle yet irresistible force.

He was forced to meet those calm and gentle black eyes.

"I'm willing to buy your wine."

Xu Ran said, "I'll buy whatever you sell."

  

So don't be sad.

Xu Ran packed her things and smiled at him, "See you tomorrow."

Pei Ming also looked at his own hands, which had just been gripping the hem of Xu Ran's trench coat.

Pei Ming was just about to ask Xu Ran what she wanted.

He worked at the club and had seen almost all sorts of filthy and disgusting things, but none of them had anything to do with Xu Ran, this clean and warm person.

Pei Ming walked on the street with such ease for the first time. His head didn't hurt, his stomach didn't hurt, but he felt cold.

It's excessively cold. Why didn't I feel cold yesterday?

Yesterday, he was held tightly in someone's arms. He remembered.

The cold raindrops fell on him, interrupting his thoughts. The broken streetlights, the gloomy sky, and the rain falling harder and harder.

Pei Ming quickened his pace; the rainy night was the most dangerous time.

Hungry ghosts like to come out and snatch food in this kind of weather, like these two in front of me. They are ragged people with an indescribable strange smell.

The broken streetlight flickered, and Pei Ming's cold gaze fell on them.

Rain soaked his shirt, the thin layer clinging to his body and outlining his beautiful waistline. His wet hair hung over his forehead, making his eyes appear even colder. Pei Ming also picked up a sharp stone from the ground.

These two were very unlucky; they ran into Pei Mingye today, who hadn't been forced to drink, had eaten his fill, and had slept well.

The slender, refined young man fought like a heartless beast. He would grab someone by the hair and slam their head against the ground until the person collapsed, dizzy and disoriented.

The two, already disheveled, fell to the ground in the rain. Rainwater dripped into their eyes, and the unclean water stung them painfully.

One of them, panting heavily, grabbed Pei Mingye's trouser leg again. Pei Mingye's foot mercilessly ground down on the withered hand, and he whispered, "Don't touch me."

His clothes were dirty.

Even though the clothes I washed with Xu Ran's laundry detergent were clean and didn't smell of alcohol for a rare day, they still got dirty.

The rain was too heavy, so Pei Ming sent a message to the old lady saying that he was taking shelter from the rain at a colleague's house.

He looked at the two people on the ground, his face expressionless, and moved his foot away. The two people hurriedly ran away.

Such struggles happen every day, and it's a blessing if the victor doesn't kill.

Pei Ming also wrung out the corner of his clothes. The scent of grass and trees had been washed away by the rain. He frowned and gave up the futile struggle.

It's bound to fall apart sooner or later.

He walked towards an empty house ahead. There was nothing there, but it should be enough to shelter him from the rain. The broken roof had turned a heavy rain into a light drizzle. Pei Ming also assessed his current physical condition and figured he could last the night.

Before we even reached the temporary shelter we had chosen, a beam of light suddenly appeared behind us.

Pei Ming froze, and an inexplicable intuition made him turn his head and see Xu Ran holding an umbrella and a flashlight.

Xu Ran smiled at him: "I came to take shelter from the rain."

The fully equipped guests were waiting for him to come over.

Pei Ming also felt that his body was being controlled by a ghost, a ghost that had been bewitched by Xu Ran. He actually walked under Xu Ran's umbrella.

The umbrella tilted slightly, shielding him from all the wind and rain.

The mini-system, disguised as a flashlight, chatted casually with Xu Ran: "Little Pei really pulled off a great fight this time."

They watched from the sidelines for a long time but didn't find an opportunity to help.

Xu Ran chuckled: "You've always been pretty good at fighting."

I've never fought him.

Pei Ming's fighting skills in this world are all self-taught, with real, hard punches. He grew up like this; whoever beats the hardest survives.

Pei Mingye's gaze fell on the small cardboard sign hanging down from the umbrella ribs, swaying back and forth.

Following his gaze, Xu Ran explained, "I just bought it."

He figured the waiter wouldn't spend money on a sudden downpour.

As for the flashlight, Xu Ran smiled and said, "It's from my house."

When the little system was happy, the flashlight beam flickered and became even more dazzling.

Pei Ming's voice was also a little hoarse. He mustered his strength and slowly spoke clearly, "Don't you have a hovercar?"

The flashlight flashed again.

Xu Ran gave the same reason, which seemed very sincere: "I like taking walks."

The waiter's pretty eyes widened slightly, but he didn't respond. Clearly, like the system, he didn't agree with this ridiculous reason.

The rain showed no sign of stopping. Xu Ran lowered her head slightly and asked the disheveled waiter, "Shall we go home?"

You can take Pei Mingye home, or take Pei Mingye to his house, either is fine.

Pei Ming read the same meaning in his eyes. He remained silent for a while, then gave a slight smile: "Please let me stay one more night."

It was too cold on this rainy night. It wasn't too far to get back to the West District or Xu Ran's villa from here, so it was within tolerable limits.

But if we go to the West District first and then walk back to the villa in the cold rain, it would be too far.

The beam of the flashlight illuminated the raindrops as two people walked home side by side.

Pei Ming also clutched his pocket, which was full of wet pills, not a single one missing.

The umbrella tilted further and further towards him, and Pei Ming finally couldn't help but stop Xu Ran's hand that was holding the umbrella.

He looked at Xu Ran's slightly damp shoulder, his eyes full of disapproval.

He was already soaked, so why bother sheltering him from the rain when Xu Ran himself was getting wet too.

Xu Ran readily admitted her mistake, saying gently, "I'm sorry, I couldn't help it."

Pei Mingye's ears suddenly burned. His colleagues at the club all wondered how he had managed to snag Xu Ran, such a high-quality client.

...He didn't fish. He felt like he was about to be hooked by Xu Ran.

For people like them, getting hooked means certain death. The upper class doesn't care; getting hooked just means spending some money, and they lack nothing. They continue to live the same extravagant life.

But Pei Mingye has nothing but a worthless life. If he loses it, he loses it completely.

There have been such lessons.

Pei Ming also had many precedents flash through his mind, and then took the umbrella from Xu Ran's hand. The umbrella was quite large and could accommodate two people.

It turns out those people weren't necessarily stupid. Pei Ming thought to himself, maybe they knew everything, but he still couldn't resist taking a gamble.

Anyway, I only have one worthless life.