Quick Transmigration: Male Lead, You’re Overpowered?

Cotton candy whispered, “Want to show them some color? ”

Zhao shook his head and blinked mysteriously: "No, don't you forget, what kind of body is my world? ”

She's a little Fuxing.

Don't blame anyone for saying bad things about her.

Hengzhuang took Azhao to a desk against the floor window.

“Look here, if there's anything unsatisfactory, just tell me.” said the handsome.

Zhao weighed it out, the office was very spacious, and Hang Handsome's desk was on the side of the wall, a little far from himself.

And on my side, my eyes are more open, okay, and I can see the blue sky clouds outside the window.

“I have no problem.” A Zhao shook his head.

At first glance, this room has been specially designed by the designer. The overall design is simple and stylish. Although the decoration is simple, it is extremely textured and tasteful.

Hang Shuai looked at Ah Zhao. In fact, he really wanted to say something more to Ah Zhao, but he didn't know what to talk about.

So he said, "Then you can turn on the computer and play, and if you want something to eat and take-out, I'll go to work. ”

Turn around when he's done.

“Wait a minute.” The girl around her suddenly opened her mouth.

Hang Zhuang stunned, the next moment, his soft body with light grass and fresh fragrance climbed on, gave him a hug.

Hang Handsome, the whole thing is stuck.

His face was still tight and his ears hidden beneath his hair grew quietly red.

Too bad Azhao didn't see it.

“Ah, Zhao?” Hang Zhao shouted with hesitation.

Azhao retreated.

She looked at the condensed (nervous) permanently handsome, who had just restrained his tight tone without being ignored.

He's obviously not used to this intimacy.

Zhao sighed in his heart, but he blinked playfully: "Give you some good luck. ”

The foreman's face became tighter and his eyebrows seemed wrinkled.

But he nodded. “Thank you, Zhao. ”

Turn around and walk towards your desk without hesitation.

Zhao glanced straight at his back, some frustrated drum face.

How dare you reject your own intimacy?

She sat down, frowned bitterly and wondered how to get close to the male lead.

“Boom!” The sound of a table and chair collision shocked her.

Zhao looked over and saw Hang Zhao lifting the chair.

“What's wrong with you?” Asked Zhaoxuanxian.

Is it bad luck that the body works?

But you shouldn't, you're here, you should be able to offset the effects of that fate.

Hang said faintly: “I didn't notice. It's okay. ”

Zhao saw that his color remained the same and didn't really care. He continued to think about his own business with his chin.

So she didn't notice that when Hang Zhuang saw her turn her head and stopped looking at herself, the whole person was relieved and even her back was soft for two points.

The spot where the knee just hit the chair is dull and painful, you don't need to see it, it must be blue.

This time it's not about that bad luck, Hang knows.

He was just hugged by A Zhao. The whole person looked silly, happy and helpless. One of them knocked on the chair without paying attention to his feet.

At this moment, looking at the files opened in the computer, the handsome face calmed down, but his thoughts flew out of the sky.

I don't know, this is good luck. Will Zhao give himself some talent?

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4 more, see you later ~