Quick Transmigration: Male Lead, You’re Overpowered?

Lu Xiao looked at her with a smile. “Why do you care so much? ”

Zhao: “...”

She glanced at Lu Zheng's face in a complicated circle.

Then sighed.

Don't overdo it.

“Forget it, you're right. It doesn't seem to have anything to do with me. ”

Lu: “…”

As a matter of principle, Zhao's behavior suits him very well.

A 16-year-old girl, if she doesn't have a fucked-up death, is a high school student.

Not long, naive, compared to an old gas bar like him, is really a child.

Not a man of the world at all.

She seemed to have figured it out, looked away.

Lu Zheng felt that he should be happy that the little girl had not stepped into her mud pit.

In fact, however, he found that he was not happy with Zhao's reaction.

Instead, it's a little stuffy.

Is it a child?

Two hours ago, I was trying to find excuses to get close to myself.

That's when you wake up from sleep.

So, what they like about young people is that they really like a song, a game, that's no different.

Thanks to myself, I took the trouble to organize the language to persuade her.

I'm not even serious at all.

Lu Zheng felt a little unbalanced.

He coughed softly and said, "The owner of this lighter is a woman I met last month. ”

Zhao looked out the window at the deserted street and listened to him.

“She said she loved me and was going to use this lighter as a gift to spend spring and evening with me. ”

Zhao retracted his gaze from the car window and looked at Lu Zhao on the side.

Well, she probably knows the results by now.

This man must have refused.

It's a woman's instinct.

She's still a little curious. If it doesn't work, how did this lighter end up in Lu Xuan's hands?

His eyes were calm and he didn't seem to be attracted by himself. Lu Xiao himself didn't hold it down.

“Aren't you curious? ”

Zhao looked at him: “Curious about what? ”

Lu Zheng took a closer look at her for a while, suddenly she seemed exasperated. She sighed helplessly in her mouth: “So I always say you women, it is difficult to guess if you are constantly uncertain, it is simply difficult to serve. ”

Zhao: “...”

She glanced silently at Lu Qiang and wrote it down in silence.

Lu Xuan felt nothing, and still threw up: “Obviously it was you who was curious at first, and now I say, you look so cold again. ”

Azhao learned his tone and sighed: “You men, it is truly uncertain. ”

Zhou Ping's hand trembled as he was driving, and the car walked out a snake on the road.

A Zhao glanced at Zhou Ping and continued to learn the tone of the landing: “Obviously you asked me not to be curious. I listened to you, I was curious not to ask. You start dissatisfied again, saying that I am cold and that I find myself constantly unsatisfactory. ”

Lu: “…”

He thinks he's wrong about the little girl in front of him.

Where is this naive, innocent, spoiled little girl?

The ink is hidden in the stomach.

Black.

Black filling.

Lu Xin thought to himself, looking at the distance, somehow, a big white bun appeared in his head.

The bun was extra fat, white and tender with a pure black filling.

At the top of the bag, sat a familiar little man, not Zhao and who?

“Pfft.” Lu Qian was made to laugh by his own brain complement.