Quick Transmigration: Male Lead, You’re Overpowered?

A flower shop quietly opened on Taping Commercial Street in the bustling area of Chengnan.

It's not such a rare thing.

Taiping Street has a lot of traffic, competition, slightly imprudent operation, and can't even afford to pay rent.

No one cares if a store closes and a store opens.

But this flower shop called "A Zhao's Flower Shop” is really a little unusual.

What's unusual?

The unusual first point: the flower shop opened quietly, there was no opening activity, and no publicity was seen.

Either the boss doesn't know how to do business or the boss is lazy at home.

Unusual number two: The owner of this flower shop, she's a young girl.

It's perfectly normal for young girls to open a flower shop.

But what if this young boss had a face that depressed all the entertainment stars?

Unsurprisingly, such a rare beauty has been here for so long that no one has thought of taking a photo and sending it to the internet for sharing.

With the current network traffic, this young boss named A Zhao can become a hot net red even if only by virtue of his face value.

This is an unusual third point, of course, because...

Ordinary people, can't even get into this flower shop.

……

“Boss, I'm off duty!” The sound of youth echoes in this quiet florist.

Zhang Lo took his backpack and said goodbye to the boss sitting under the flower stand in the courtyard.

The young boss under the flower stand raised his head and revealed a beautiful face called Kaleidoscope.

“Okay, be safe on the road.” Zhao Wenxiao said.

Zhang Lo held his face and for the first time licked his boss's face in his heart, then walked out.

The wind chimes at the door calmed down again.

In fact, this young lady boss sitting quietly under a bookshelf, wearing a loose cotton linen dress, long hair and waist, full of “I'm a goddess”, “I'm a literary artist” and "I'm classic” breath, is not doing something that suits her temperament, such as reading a book or handicrafting.

She's playing a game.

A bullet in the head, the bloody kind.

So what people see is not necessarily true.

It's getting dark.

At this time, there was absolutely no second person's flower shop, and suddenly a fine voice sounded: “Lord A Zhao, Lord A Zhao, I want to drink water. ”

Zhao raised his head and looked at the stars in front of him. He shook his head helplessly: "You've had enough water today, then drink carefully and get sick. ”

The stars surrendered and delicate, but the cyberaddict girl, Azhao, ignored her ruthlessly, with only one shot at the person in his hand, killing the enemy hidden in the abandoned warehouse.

Zhang Lo is off work, she can't get off work yet.

She's waiting for a guest at night.

The wind chimes at the door rang.

The door's open.

And then there was the unseen cold wind, which made the scalp numb.

Zhao finally won the game and moved his gaze from the screen to the visitor.

“Welcome. ”

The Guest is a playful young girl, looking eighteen or nine years old, wearing a goose yellow dress, carrying a beige white bunny bag, a round head, looking lively, just a little white.

“Boss, I heard a friend say that you have wonderful flowers here. ”

Zhao thought about it and said: "That's what all the customers who bought did say. ”

And the girl laughed, “My name is Em, and I want a bunch of roses. ”

Rose?

Zhao stood up and picked the flowers for her, wrapped them up and handed them to her: "Oh, the flowers that symbolize love, cherish her well. ”

——

I feel a little cold, too.

But I am ambitious. I must write a cold branch that doesn't scare me at all.

See you tomorrow. Good night.