Quick Transmigration: Male Lead, You’re Overpowered?

Sunshine.

Flowers.

Beautiful.

Trumu had intended to shout at her, but somehow he opened his mouth and did not speak.

He stood quietly in front of the study, watching this quiet and beautiful scene, as if there was something invisible, slowly penetrating into his heart.

Zhao was the first to find him.

She straightened herself up and looked back at him: "Finished? ”

Chumu nodded.

Zhao walked up to him and said, "Can we go out to dinner today? ”

Trumu knew her thoughts when he heard the rumors.

He laughed, "What kind of food push did you see? ”

This is from the future owner of Apocalypse Literature, and it's very healthy.

The life of a full-time author is simple, simple to even a little boring.

Trumu also likes absolute quiet when writing and is unwilling to be disturbed.

Zhao alone here should be very boring.

I just can't even think of Trumu, so she can enjoy herself.

Give her something to eat and drink every day. If there is an update, it will satisfy her.

Recently, however, Azhao Development Branch has a new hobby.

She followed several food public accounts in J City, which regularly showcased a variety of locally renowned classic or innovative dishes from J City.

In Trumu's time, she would lead him to a place, a place, to try the food, following the public account.

Some are really good, some are not used to coming.

Overall, Trumu likes these days a lot.

He used to feel like a very “lonely” person, enduring loneliness and even enjoying a person's life.

But now, someone lives in the same house as him, and in their leisure time, the two of them travel the streets and alleys of the city to taste the flavors of life.

It's also an interesting thing.

Azhao's eyes lit up: “What season is it? ”

Chumu: “Fall. ”

Zhao nodded: “Yes, autumn! It's a good time to eat crabs. The crab smell building on Linjiang Street is said to have a new batch of great crabs, fat and delicious, so delicious that we can swallow our tongues. We are today at noon...”

Chumu was very upbeat and answered: “Go eat crab. ”

Zhaowen laughed.

Not far from each other, Trumu looked at her eyes bent into two beautiful lunar teeth, neat beige lined with bright lips and soft hearts.

“Eat something, so happy? ”

A Zhao glanced at him and nodded seriously: "Of course I'm happy to eat what I like with people I like. ”

Like... people?

Chumu's breathing stalled.

He revealed a little nervousness and embarrassment. He looked at Zhao: “You...”

A Zhao's heart laughed secretly.

As if she had just reacted, she hastily said, "Ah, don't get me wrong. I didn't mean anything by that, which is that you're my favorite author, and that's what I mean when I say" like. "”

Chumu: "… oh. ”

He was suddenly a little frustrated: so eager to explain, was he afraid of misunderstanding something?

He looked at Ah Zhao again, the little girl had clear eyebrows, a sweet smile, no slight embarrassment and embarrassment, and looked very heartless.

It turns out that that sentence was just a heartless one.

All of a sudden, he was excited about it, and he made an excuse to leave: "I'm going to write an outline for a new book, and we're going out to dinner at 11: 00. ”

“Sure. ”

Trumu didn't see, no heartless little girl, laughing behind her like a stolen kitten.