Quick Transmigration: Male Lead, You’re Overpowered?

Handsome: “...”

He never really liked the nickname, he always felt so stupid.

But the two words, called out by the little girl in front of them, are very different.

Handsome.

What an intimate two words.

In the past, it was just Heng Mother would still call him that.

But now, there's one more person...

Azhao was only joking. After shouting himself, he was ready to wait for Hang Shuang's rebuttal.

But it never occurred to me that this man seemed to have stunned for a moment and then... stood there motionless and his ears quickly turned red.

Thanks to Hang Kang's hair today, I can't cover my ears for the change.

Is this, like, shy?

She looked at Hang Zhuang's face, still frightened, and suddenly a thought flashed in her heart.

However, it needs to be verified.

With this in mind, Zhao took a step forward and the two were very close.

And she said, "Handsome? Why don't you talk? Don't you like it when I call you that? ”

The person who approached me at first glance, let Hang Handsome jump in his heart.

He tried to strangle his face: "No. No.”

Zhao sneaked a glance and his ears became redder.

But he still looks, like, cold and faint.

So you're a shameless girl in the dark? Zhaosec understands.

She laughed, “Well, if you don't mind, that's what I'm calling you, privately. Handsome, handsome...”

Hang Zhao's eartips are getting red. A Zhao looked at them and thought that if he shouted again, he might bleed from his ears.

How can you be so cute.

She tried to hold her laugh and coughed softly: "Let's go downstairs and eat. ”

“Hmm.” The handsome responded softly.

But he soon remembered something else.

So Zhao, who had just turned around, noticed that his corner had been ripped off.

She turned back in confusion: “? ”

Hang Zheng glanced at his lips and said, "Don't you have to share some good luck with me today? ”

Want to hug.

Zhaozhao, what's the good luck?

Cotton candy shouted in her ear: "Hug, hug! Host, what you said yesterday when you ignored him! ”

Ah Zhao remembered.

She glanced at Hang Kang. Does this guy really want good luck?

Or a hug?

The tips of my ears are red.

A Zhaoqiao hesitated for a moment and seemed a little hesitant: “Actually, hugging, can't share a lot of luck. ”

Hang Zheng was in a hurry and wanted to speak out. There could be a little bit.

But he didn't have time to say it. Zhao whispered: “There is another way, it will work better, it's just...”

“Just what? ”

Zhao looked embarrassed: “However, between us, it's a little inappropriate. ”

The handsome heart suddenly pounded.

Looking at Azhao slightly overhead, he seemed to have guessed something.

His throat was a little dry, and he said softly, “What's the plan? ”

A Zhao's heart suffocated and suffocated, but his face looked like a shame: “Well, kiss and kiss. ”

Kiss!

The permanent marshal just felt like he was blowing up countless little fireworks in front of him, and his sudden happiness made him feel that the whole world was untrue.

God help me, too!

And he coughed up, and he said, "Well, that's not a good idea. ”

Zhao looked at him suspiciously and said it so pleasantly. Did he just see it, just an illusion?