Quick Transmigration: Male Lead, You’re Overpowered?

Zhao saw Gu Hong change his clothes.

“It's too late, I'll take you home.” Gu Hong smiled.

Gu Hong was driving, A Zhao and Gu Cheng sat in the back.

The distance between them is very close.

The windows were open and the early summer winds were slightly hot, but not annoying.

Zhao leaned against the car window and felt the wind blowing on his face.

Because of this posture, Gu Cheng was able to look at her brightly.

A slightly yellow sunset strikes her side face, blurring out a shallow glow that reveals fine plush hair on her skin.

His hands itched again.

Want to reach out and touch it.

Gu Hong glanced through the rear view mirror and deeply disdained his son - this look without a cover.

The key is to like people, I dare not say.

I think he went straight over the wall and into Gucheng's fucking dormitory building the night he made sure he wanted to...

Cough.

Anyway, one word, this kid, shush!

“By the way, Gu Cheng.” Zhao suddenly remembered something, sat upright and turned to look at Gu Cheng.

Gu Zhenzheng's eyes turned away: “What? ”

“You remember to listen to English for half an hour every day. You can wear headphones for a while before you go to bed at night. Just remember to set the time, otherwise you will always listen to ear damage...”

Gu Cheng: “…”

He was somewhat disappointed. It was rare for Azhao to speak to him on his own initiative, but it was still because of his studies.

However, he nodded and took the opportunity to brush a good feeling: "Don't worry, if I said to study well, I would not fail you. ”

False?

Zhao always thought the word was a little strange.

But given that the male lead was a scum, she stopped picking on pricks.

Sending Zhao home, Gu Cheng's father and son did not come to the door. He watched Zhao enter the door before returning to the car.

Father and son were the only ones left, and the atmosphere in the car suddenly got off the hook.

Gu Hongzhu shouted: “I must study well. Son, don't worry about it for three days. You've impressed your father. ”

Gu Cheng said somewhat irritably: “She likes good grades. Our second-grade confession to her was rejected. ”

“Doesn't she like first grade? ”

Gu Cheng snorted softly: “Didn't I tell you? She was first in grade. ”

Gu Hong shouted: “The little girl is awesome! ”

That's true.

Although Gu Hung himself has always been a scum, he likes studying bullies.

This likes, kind of means loving the house and the wu, because Gu Cheng, that was the provincial dollar of X province.

The most proud thing about Gu Hong's life was that he was refused 80 times by his mother, and was stubborn in his eighty-first confession, and succeeded.

His trick is one: wrestling.

Gu Cheng glanced at him: “Come on, stalking is useless for Tang Zhao. ”

He remembered the divine power of slapping each other and smashing a table, silently estimated that if he dared to wrap his face around, this body could carry several slaps of each other.

The answer is: he won't be much better off than that desk.

So there's only one other way: to be what she likes.

The face value is a congenital advantage.

God knows how deeply Gu Cheng used to disgust himself with the title "One Flower in Two”.

But now, he is grateful to have a face that combines the benefits of his parents.

If Tang Zhao can be impressed by this, one flower is one flower.

Positions and insistence on such things are not worth mentioning in front of those who like them.

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My face feels a little sore.

The promise made yesterday will be made today.

A little uncomfortable, two chapters today ha, six chapters tomorrow, make up for today's two chapters update.

I'm so sorry.

Good night, big babies.