Quick Transmigration: Male Lead, You’re Overpowered?

When Jiang Qiu finished drinking soup, A Zhao handed him another phone.

It's a very cost-effective national product brand and the styles are not up to date.

Zhao said: "I am very poor now, you will have to use it. ”

Kang encouraged all previous phones to be cleared long ago and then thrown away along with the phone card.

People like them are under the control of the organization, and you'll never know if there's a secret chip hidden in your phone, just in case, or leave anything behind.

Jiang Qiu answered: “Thank you. ”

A Zhao glanced at him and said: “I said that I prefer a more realistic repayment. If you become more developed in the future, remember to repay me. ”

Jiang encouraged not to laugh.

And he thought, "This little girl really has to be real."

But that's fine.

Whatever she wants, it's better to say it than to say it differently.

As he was thinking, he heard Azhao say, "No, you have promised each other. You're all mine, and your stuff is mine, of course. ”

Jiang Qiu: “...”

Azhao looked at him and said with great focus: “So, Mr. Kang Jie, you are now covered in debt. Hurry up and make some money for me! ”

Jiang Qiu: “...”

He smiled. “Yes, Master Zhaozhao. ”

Zhao was shouted in his heart. His heart said that the male lead was not an ordinary demonic slut. The position was really high.

It is not too early at this time. Zhao seems to have said everything he should have said. He beat up a debt: “I'll go to bed. ”

When Zhao returned to his room, Jiang encouraged one person to sit on the sofa.

He sat for a long time before slowly turning on his phone and searching for the words Zhong Hao.

Over the years, the Zhong family has exhausted all methods to find their lost son.

With a little refreshment, you can find a picture of the missing 18-year-old boy from the Zhong family.

Jiang Qiu looked very carefully at the pictures on the phone.

It was a completely different face from his. The boy in the picture, Jun-soo Wu, smiling clean and pure, knew at first glance that he was a favorite and had never experienced anything dangerous.

Jiang Zhao stared silently at the photograph for a long time. He was calm and completely unable to see the appearance of indifference or impotence in the face of A Zhao.

Nobody knows what he's thinking.

Zhao was woken by the alarm clock, and by the time he woke up, the sky outside was already a little dim.

She warmed up two dishes that barely moved at noon to deal with the past, and ordered a light meal for Kang Ji.

Jiang encouraged her to do this and couldn't help but sigh and shake her head: “Have you done this before? ”

“What?” Zhao asked him.

“I don't cook on my own, I sell them out. ”

Zhao thought carefully and shook his head.

Yan Zhaozhao, where's Chanton for takeout?

Most of the time, you buy some buns in the supermarket or something to deal with, or beat an egg and put two green vegetables in the noodles.

She eats best when she opens her shop.

Seeing her just shook her head and refused to say more, Jiang Jian stopped talking and stopped asking.

The next morning, when Azhao normally turned on the live broadcast, he was surprised by the sudden influx of viewers.

She thought she had taken an eye out for herself and counted it carefully again, a million... six digits!

What's going on?

It's just one day. What happened?

She didn't hide her obscenity, and the divine colors passed through the camera, revealing her inner thoughts completely in front of the audience.