Quick Transmigration: Male Lead, You’re Overpowered?

Xiao Yan then watched Zhao walk in front of himself, and kept a very regular distance of at least one meter from himself.

The two took an incredibly pure walk at dusk.

Until he returned to the villa, Xiao Yan still hadn't figured out what Xu Zhao was going to do.

After greeting Xiaoyan, Zhao was about to return to his room.

The cold caught the eye of the housekeeper standing in the corner.

Zhao: “...”

She always found the butler's eyes strange.

“Can I help you, Mr. Butler?” Zhao asked.

The butler's face shook his head without expression. He was somewhat surprised by Zhao's sensitivity.

Zhaomo looked at him and turned back to his room.

It's night.

Xiao Yan sat by the window.

Instead of turning on the lights, the floor-to-ceiling curtains were pulled open and some moonlight squeezed in, bringing little light to the house, the shadows made the whole room look dark and shady.

Xiao Yan didn't care at all.

He has long been used to this quiet and dark.

He likes to think in this quiet late evening, which makes his thinking incredibly agile and clear.

Are you scared?

At the age of 10, Xiao Yan had a nightmare for half a month after watching her mother leave her white cat to be trampled to death by her half-brother.

Half a month later, someone finally found something wrong with him.

Many people know that Master Xiao's mental problems, even Xiao Yan himself feels the same way.

Who would have such a weird habit? I don't like light, dislike contact, refuse to let anyone near me, and have no expectations of anything.

All his tenderness and fear, the emotions that belonged to a normal person, were buried together with the death of the cat.

Xiao Yan remembered the woman he met during the day.

The Xiao family did not know that Xiao Yan's mother, the woman who died of emotional distress, had left her only son a dark hand.

She was trying to protect herself from her father's favorite son, but Xiao Yan did more with it.

The deal between Xu Zhao and Zhao Li, Xiao Yan is very clear.

It is precisely because he knows everything that he does not quite understand Azhao's behavior during the day.

He gave her such a good chance. What the hell was she thinking?

Or does she have a bigger purpose?

The feeling of irritability came up again.

Xiao Yan's eyes were cold: He didn't particularly like the feeling of being beyond his control.

It's like being a perfectionist obsessive-compulsive patient, seeing something out of harmony.

He couldn't help but feel the stupidity and irritability of his heart and wanted it to disappear!

Xiao Yan closed his eyes hard, breathed out a breath, and pressed down the brutality rising from the bottom of his heart.

And look, he didn't believe that Xu Zhao, that woman, could hide her horses and feet so well all the time.

Meanwhile, the next room.

Warm yellow style gently poured over the house.

A Zhao was wearing a beige loose pajama, long hair spread, tray legs sat on the bed, left hand held a notebook, right hand verbatim recorded what.

“… good habits and habits. ”

“Well, to exercise...”

“Guide him to communicate slowly with those around him...”

Where ordinary people can't see it, the white marshmallow system is flashing, humming and reading various materials to give Azhao a reference.

Each person systematically and vigorously plans to rehabilitate the male lead.