Quick Transmigration: Male Lead, You’re Overpowered?

Friends?

Zhao lost consciousness.

She stood up with the lunch box “Teng” and before she could make a move, a rush of footsteps came through.

Kang's face appeared in Azhao's sight.

Azhao looked at him.

He looked at her, too.

Zhao hasn't reacted much yet. Jiang Hui's orbit almost instantly turned red.

He almost ran all the way here and hugged Zhao.

Zhao was strangled a little, with one hand still holding the lunch box.

“Jiang Hui, you, you be gentle!” A Zhao frowned.

Jiang encouraged his hand to relax a little, but still held Zhao firmly.

Zhao: “You let go of me. ”

“Zhao. ”

Zhao: “I'm here, let go of me. ”

“Zhao. ”

Jiang Qiu, as if he could not hear her, only knew to hold her and shout A Zhao.

Zhao softly “hissed”.

This time, Jiang Zhao's ears were very sharp. He quickly let Zhao go. "What's wrong? What's wrong? Are you hurt? ”

Zhao quickly put the lunch box down: “It's hot. ”

Hot?

Jiang Jian realized what was going on. He held Zhao's hand.

With one look, his heart trembled.

A thin cocoon had been polished on the palm of the soft, white hand, and dark yellow blisters had appeared on the fingers and palms of several places.

How painful this should be.

He made an unexpected move.

He held her hand, lowered his head, and kissed her gently.

Azhao just felt that the kiss was like a gentle feather. It was a gentle stroke through the wound, as if it had magical magic. The original burning pain had disappeared and was replaced by another heat.

Her hand reflexes tend to shrink backwards, but are held down by a ginger stimulus.

“Does it hurt?” He asked softly.

Azhao shook his head and found the excitement in front of him a little strange.

She asked, "What brings you here? ”

Jiang Qiu said softly: “I can't reach you. I saw the news again and said that there was an earthquake here...”

He was understated.

In fact, after seeing the news of the earthquake in that place, he felt like he had been struck by lightning.

This was followed by a crazy call, but without exception by a cold woman's voice.

He can't find Zhao.

A man like Jiang Jianmei called all night until his phone went out of battery and turned off completely, and he passed out.

The treatment never worked, the memory was stimulated by this, and I came back.

The Zhong family was very happy, but Jiang Zhen felt the whole world was gray.

When he woke up, he said nothing. Despite the obstruction of his family, he bought a ticket to a small country in the northern hemisphere. At this moment, the city did not allow anyone unrelated outside to enter. He applied to become a volunteer, went through layered identification and was finally allowed in.

Whatever the outcome, he has to see it for himself.

Fine, fine.

Destiny still cares for him.

When he found out that there was a Huaxia girl named Azhao among the survivors here, he almost shed tears.

“… when I think of you here, I apply to be a volunteer and come in. ”

He understates that all the painful psychological processes are completely hidden.

But if he doesn't say, Zhao can guess how much.

She scolded, “Are you stupid? ”

It's not entirely safe here, three to five times a aftershock, and everyone's worried about it every day.