Quick Transmigration: Male Lead, You’re Overpowered?

Handsome: “...”

In front of Azhao, you must not damage the image.

He put his hands down calmly and said, “I think there's something else I haven't told you. I'm going to go find Li. ”

Zhao nodded and immediately saw his red forehead.

“You look like you got hit pretty good. Do you have any drugs in the office?” A Zhao is somewhat worried.

Return to the desk and open a drawer on the side.

Zhao took a look: “..."

All sorts of neatly arranged medicine boxes.

Take a closer look, besides all the common cold fever medications available, what are the falling injuries, anti-inflammatory, wound stickers... etc.

Hang Xiang explained: “You know, I often encounter accidents of all kinds, and I am prepared. ”

Zhao sighed: “Sit down. ”

The handsome didn't understand what she was going to do, but she sat down very well.

A Zhao swept a glance, found one of the ointments, opened it and smelled it. It's okay, herbal, the smell is not bad.

Seeing her pick up the ointment and the cotton swab, Heng Zhuang quickly understood her thoughts.

“I can do it myself.” He whispered.

Zhao dipped the ointment on his forehead and rubbed it.

It was just a moment ago, the place I met was already starting to get blue and purple. Obviously, just then, it hit pretty good.

She looked at the man in front of her and frowned. "Ouch? ”

Hang Hsien wants to say it doesn't hurt.

But somehow, as soon as I raised my eyes, I saw Zhao's eyes with a heartbreaking color.

Heartache?!

It was also a moment of blessing to the mind, and his subconscious voice came out: “Ouch! ”

Zhaoxin softened up.

Constantly handsome skin color is white, this purple appears extra blush, and the three-point wound can also be viewed as a seven-point.

Finely applied the ointment to him, Zhao also bent over and blew gently twice.

Hang Kai was covered in comfort by this sweet servant. Where do you remember this little fall in his head?

He didn't know how many wrestles he had fallen since he was a kid, much worse than that.

He was leaving when he saw Zhao coated his medicine, and he felt a little reluctant about the rare intimacy between the two.

Moving in his heart, he mumbled in his mouth: "This bruise should be rubbed in a timely fashion and rubbed apart to make it go faster. ”

“Really?” Zhao asked.

Hang Zhuang nodded calmly: “I've had experience since I was a kid. ”

He said to make a look like he was going to rub it. Zhao Zheng was sad that he didn't have a chance to contact him. How could he let go?

“Hey, don't move, I got it. ”

Hang Shuang refused with some embarrassment: "Is this not good? ”

A Zhao's serious bullshit: “You don't know anything. I was born lucky. Rubbing it through my hand is faster than usual. ”

Watching the lively marshmallows: “…” How did I not know that Fuxing had this feature???

However, no one cares about the idea of marshmallows, which both parties feel is okay.

So Zhao carefully put some ointment on his finger and let Hang Zhao lie on his back. He stood behind the chair and rubbed him gently.

But the Handsome found a new continent here.

He could see that he had been gentle and quiet without revealing any difference to Zhao. After seeing himself injured, it was painful.

The cold-blooded president of Evergrande is crushing the ground at this moment.

“Ouch!” As soon as Azhao pressed, he called out.