Quick Transmigration: Male Lead, You’re Overpowered?

Jiang Zhen looked at the chair in front and fell into obsessive silence.

But that doesn't mean he'll cooperate with Zhao.

“I'll stay here for a few days, thank God for my life, and I'll remember that nothing else bothers you. ”

Zhao: “...”

Doesn't make sense!

Angry!

She suddenly looked at Jiang Qiu: “You look up, look at me. ”

Jiang Jian-yin raised her head unknowingly and immediately pointed her in the eye.

“Do I look good?” Zhao asked without a head or a head.

Jiang Qiu was unwilling to answer such a non-nutritious question, but his heart also admitted that the mysterious woman in front of him was indeed the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his lifetime.

As long as he admits it in his heart, it's all right.

“I'm telling the truth. Listen to me carefully. I'll help you with the rest of the matter and even contact your family...”

Jiang Qiu only felt a move in his heart.

He obviously didn't want to rely on a strange woman.

I don't want to owe anyone anything.

But now, looking at the woman in front of him, he finds it hard to turn him down.

He opened his mouth and finally said low: "… OK. ”

Perfect.

Zhao sighed once again at the bottom of his heart about the use of this skill.

She walked into her room and turned over a clean quilt to Jiang Qiu: “My room is small and I can only entrust you to sleep on the couch. ”

Jiang Qiu nodded. When he attended the devil's training, what was the pain? Just sleeping on the couch. What's that supposed to mean?

It is already early morning, A Zhao has taken care of Jiang Qiu, he is already sleepy.

She took off her makeup, took a bath and fell asleep.

The next day, Azhao was woken up by marshmallows.

“Host, host! ”

Zhao opened his eyes painstakingly and mumbled: “What's wrong? ”

“The male lead has a fever and is in very bad shape. ”

Zhao woke up and couldn't think of anything else. He put on his slippers and walked to the living room.

In order not to pressure the wound, Jiang Qiu is sleeping on the sofa.

He's tall, shrunk on this couch, and he's incredibly grievous.

However, Zhao couldn't stand his grievance at this moment, so he hurriedly bent over and took a look.

This looks like she's just stunned.

Last night, the unusual middle-aged man, has become a handsome man in the aesthetic sense of the masses.

The man on the sofa is sharp and sharp, as cold as a knife-cutting axe, with sharp corners.

Even in his sleep, he frowned slightly at this moment, giving a strong sense of oppression.

The distinction is not very handsome, you can't forget it if you show it to someone.

A Zhao returned to God and reached out to the male lead's forehead for a moment.

The next moment, the person who slept on the sofa opened his eyes suddenly, his hands snapped Zhao's shoulder like electricity, and his body moved. The whole person fell off the sofa and pressed Zhao firmly against the floor under his body.

Zhao: “...”

Jiang Zheng set eyes on her, the color of the gods only became perfectly clear at this moment.

It was just a reflex of his condition.

Zhao glanced at him or explained: “You seem to have a fever, is the wound inflamed? ”

Jiang Zhen slowly loosened her, which revealed that the woman underneath was wearing only a loose pajama and no chest coat, and that she was soft against her arms.

He got up unchanging, sat back on the couch, and his voice was accompanied by a hint of waking sand: “No big problem. ”

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