Quick Transmigration: Male Lead, You’re Overpowered?

Nobody left or right, no need to pretend, only a good little white rabbit.

A Zhao opened his mouth and started making it up: “I intend to try civilian life today. ”

The poem is hard to understand: "Civilians? Why do you want to experience civilian life? ”

A Zhao's face is deep: “You don't understand this. Life is all worth experiencing. No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. ”

Summer poetry has a blind face.

She doesn't think she understands what you're saying.

But the lady said it so deeply.

I don't understand.

Nevertheless, since the young lady said so, she must have reason.

So she nodded, “You're right! ”

Zhao: “...”

Girl, I don't really know what I'm talking about.

Overall, however, she was satisfied with the cooperation of Xia Poetry.

Xia Shi pointed to the bag she had just mentioned and asked, "Did you make me buy these to experience civilian life? ”

Zhao glanced at the bag and smelled the seductive fragrance inside. He nodded his head with unpredictability.

Xia Shi looked at her admirably: "Sister, you are truly entrusted to experience life. ”

Zhao: “...”

She said, "It's nothing. Civilians, of course, are not accompanied. So poetry, you get out of here and go back to class. ”

Summer poetry is a little unhappy.

But in Azhao's sharp and indifferent eyes, the little girl surrendered and left.

Zhao completely relaxed: “Ah, finally go! ”

She thrilled to open the bag of summer poems.

This is what she just asked Xia Poetry to buy.

There are various dining boxes open, roasted chicken, small lobster, halogen, cold dishes, beverages.

A dozen boxes full of pawnshops all over the floor.

Azhao doesn't know where to buy these at school, but she knows who set up the Xia poem.

All-purpose reading, reportedly cultivated as a steward's heir, is nothing she can't do.

Therefore, Zhao directly instructed her to buy it without any burden.

As for what kind of grievance...

A Zhaomeizi ripped off a chicken leg, dipped it in the sauce, took a bite, and mumbled in his mouth: “I love this kind of grievance. ”

She opened another bottle of drinks, took a sip, and the icy taste blew up in her mouth.

“That's life!” At noon, that seemed like a luxurious and delicate lunch, and she didn't even eat enough, okay?

Zhao enjoyed the food here with great speed, and the tempting food aroma drifted along the wind to the other side of the shrub.

Someone who's been lying here for half an hour with a foreign book is in a trance right now.

Tangzhou smelled the scent and reached inside his left arm and strangled him.

Ouch!

Wasn't it a dream?

He looked back in a trance, as if he had seen an elegant figure through a dense, numb bush.

No, no, no.

Elegant shit!

She's still emotional right now. This is life!

If I hadn't heard the conversation between Azhao and Xia poetry, and even if I had heard such a complaint at this moment, Tangzhou would have been hard to believe that this woman who secretly sought a hidden place to eat junk food without any impression would have been her own elegant arrogant and honorable table.

So, is there a problem with the world, or is there a problem with yourself?

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Tangzhou: [doubtlife.jpg]