Quick Transmigration: Male Lead, You’re Overpowered?

Zhao thought the butler's words were strange.

“What am I going to do?” She asked back.

Butler plug: Yeah, what's she gonna do?

In fact, the butler just thinks that when a normal person encounters a situation like this, they get nervous, right? At least it will be a little more formal than usual.

But this Miss Xu, she seemed so calm.

Is it too big, or is it bullying?

As for Xiao Yan, whether he is happy or depressed, it will always be like this quiet silence, but the butler can't see his emotions.

Zhao heard the butler not talking, patiently waited a minute to make sure the butler couldn't come up with any useful suggestions, so he took Xiao Yan upstairs.

Nothing is more important than completing the task.

In other words, there's nothing more important in this world than what Xiao Yan has to do with.

So when Father Xiao and Li Zhao came here, they didn't first see Xiao Yan.

Father Xiao is in his 40s. As a man of this age, he is rarely well maintained, his body is not in good shape, and his appearance can also be called a beautiful uncle.

Think about it, Xiao Yan can give birth to such a handsome son, Xiao Father can hardly see where to go.

It's just that he's serious and a deep imprint between his eyebrows, a mark left by a long frown.

I knew at first glance that I was not a good person.

Zhao Li, wearing a long champagne dress and holding Xiao Father's arm, was a wonderful figure with a sophisticated makeup. She had no idea that she was a woman with a seven-year-old son, nearly thirty years old.

She was surrounded by a teenager in a suit with cute eyebrows. She was just too proud to see that she was raised in a honeypot.

“Where's Xiao Yan?” Xiao Father walked into the hall and did not see the imaginary figure. He frowned and looked down at the butler.

The butler bent over: “Master Xiao Yan is studying upstairs right now. ”

Xiao Father coldly said: "Knowing that I am coming, is this to avoid seeing it? ”

“There are no rules at all!” The disgust and intolerance between the colors of the gods are not concealed.

Zhao Li was extremely satisfied to see her husband react like this - she knew the man well, but it was extremely difficult to change his mind when he had a well-established impression of a person or thing.

He doesn't like Xiao Yan, so whatever Xiao Yan does, he just picks on the puncture grievance.

Things like her don't need to be foolish, inflammatory, annoying, and sometimes the right “good guy” can do better.

“Kids know how to learn. That's a good thing. What are you mad at?” She laughed.

Look at the son on the other side: "Momo, you go upstairs and yell Brother Xiao Yan down and say Dad came to see him. ”

Xiao Mo, who was measuring everywhere, held his mouth and was somewhat unhappy.

But looking at his father, he shrunk his neck in awe and headed upstairs.

The butler hurried over: “I'll lead the way for the young master. ”

“Master Xiao Yan, Mr. and Mrs. are here.” The butler shouted out the door.

Xiao Mo had never been here before, and he remembered Xiao Yan as a little bit of an impression on his brother —— for example, bullying, bullying.

Because his brother doesn't have a mother and his father likes himself, he won't be bullied and nobody will say so.

He thought the butler was too grinding and just picked up his legs and kicked at the door - of course, he couldn't move.

The villa is secluded, but the quality of the equipment is guaranteed.

Xiao Mo not only didn't kick open the door as expected to shock his brother, he accidentally twisted his feet.