Quick Transmigration: Male Lead, You’re Overpowered?

Azhao frowned. I can't get used to the way he doesn't take his body seriously.

“If the wound gets inflamed, I...”

“Can you take me to the hospital? How do you explain the gunshot wound? Little underage sister?” Jiang Qiu frowned and looked at her.

Probably a woman's makeup technology is amazing, and Jiang Zhen didn't expect that the charming beauty last night, after removing the intensive makeup, was so small.

Reminds me that she solved her third sister last night in 10 minutes, and Kang inspired the convergent eyebrows into contemplation. At this age, she had such a ghost figure. Which organization cultivated the ace card?

He's still thinking, the next moment, the soft breath is approaching.

He turned back and stared at Azhao. “What do you want to do? Little sister? ”

Zhao reached out and pressed his wound. He looked at the man and frowned: “My name is Zhao, an old man. ”

Old man?

Jiang Qiu relaxed and leaned on the couch: “The old man is hurt now, and I am helpless when you want to do something before I am ready. ”

Zhao: “...”

This man was still a coffin face last night, but after one night, he started whining.

Which is his true character?

Or, neither?

She was too lazy to compare this with him, removed the gauze, glanced at the wound, some redness, presumably slight infection causing fever.

She put the medicine back on, wrapped it in a clean gauze, and fed it to him.

Since Jiang encouraged him to lean on the couch at this time and the wound was on his abdomen, Zhao had to change his medication and could only squat half way.

In this position, Jiang Qiu just need to lower his head slightly to see under Azhao's relaxed pajamas, great spring light.

He accidentally swept his eyes, saying that the little girl looked very young, not too old, and that the money was not small.

Until A Zhao changed the medicine, Jiang Zhi was lazy to say: “Hey, Miss A Zhao, I am at least a normal adult man, aren't you...”

He swept his eyes under Zhao's neck and said something: “Careful? ”

”Zhao snorted and looked down in his eyes.

I heard he had a fever this morning and she came to take care of the wound for him.

It was a joke.

She grinned and glanced at him: "Oh, aren't you heartless enough to satisfy me now? Round it up. Not a normal man for now. What do I have to watch out for? ”

Jiang Qiu: “...”

Zhao succeeded in snapping a hand and lifting his chin, like an arrogant little peacock, into his room.

As soon as she walked in, she closed the door and blushed instantly.

It really is... it really is.

She quickly changed into the kitchen.

Soon, the smell of fried eggs came out of the kitchen.

After so many mission worlds, Azhao is mostly spoiled and rarely has the opportunity to exercise his cooking skills.

Not even with her complicated stuff, just frying two eggs that she bought yesterday, a few slices of bacon, that's enough to get people's appetite in the morning.

That's a matter of minutes.

A Zhao came out with a plate neatly lined with two well-selling eggs, beside them with bacon, sprinkled with a little spring onion flower, but the aroma was perfectly colored.

There is no restaurant in this small house, Azhao sat in front of the small table in the living room, made himself a cup of hot milk, and in front of Jiang Zheng, he ate it tastefully.

I didn't mean to split him up at all.