Quick Transmigration: Rescuing the Blackened Male Lead

For a long time he smiled.

Almost some self-inflicted reluctance to leave one step behind.

Even some carelessly thought, what does Song Yao look like now?

Then it was burned by a cigarette butt.

Cheng Yinan lowered her head and smiled. Don't you know what she looks like?

The person on his body was replaced by his brother.

“Come on, it's almost there. ”

After about a few hours, Cheng Yinan knocked on the door somewhat impatiently.

Song Yao also thinks his brother is a good thing.

Tsk.

About half an hour later, the door opened from inside, Cheng Yibei came out dressed neatly and looked at his brother.

If he didn't know what he was doing in there, he thought he was just packing up and going out.

Cheng Yinan pointed finger, “If you don't come out again, I think I'll be finished smoking a pack of cigarettes. Where's Song Yao? ”

“passed out.” Cheng Yibeiyun said softly.

Cheng Yinan cursed low, "Shit. ”

Then he looked at people, coldly, “Song Yao also said I was childish, she didn't know you were more childish than me. ”

Cheng Yibei sat on the couch and took the time to return to the teacher's message.

Another person walked over and sat down, suppressing anger and jealousy, “The bed is fine, isn't it? ”

Cheng Yibei did not deny it.

Cheng Yinan sneered, “I don't plan too much with you, you don't have to plan too much with me. Song Yao still remembers that treaty, you don't know. ”

And the person he looked like looked up and said, "Do you think it's possible? ”

Cheng Yinan ate a gum. He rarely smokes now. He only becomes addicted when he is in a bad mood. Take a few more gums each time you finish smoking.

Song Yao's nose is like a dog's.

If you smell a little cigarette, you can immediately dislike him.

“Brother, I didn't think your mind was so rigid, you don't think we got her body, get her heart.” He mocked, “believe it or not, without our eyes, Song Yao could hook up with other men. ”

Cheng Yibei smiled for a moment without saying anything.

Cheng Yinan frowned, “What are you laughing at? You know, there are a lot of guys behind her back who beat her up. Last week, there was a guy who tried to trick her into asking for a cell phone number. Brother, you really don't like Song Yao so much anymore. ”

He was not dissatisfied, he was just a little surprised, but he always thought that Song Yao might be alone in the future, and he couldn't help but think that this would really happen.

Cheng Yibei was not angry, nor did he deny it. He just said, "Dumb brother, how could you be angry with my mother? ”

Cheng Yinan paused for a moment and looked at his brother, "You mean, Song Yaoshe can't do us? ”

His brother raised his neck slightly.

There was a suck mark on the collarbone.

Cheng Yinan frowned suddenly, pointing out, "What is this? ”

No need for his brother to say he knows.

Besides Song Yao, who else would leave this stuff on his brother?

Cheng Yinan's back gutter is so sour, "Shit. ”

He stared coldly at the past, "Are you proud? ”

Cheng Yibei didn't hesitate to say, “How can you feel the other night? ”

Cheng Yinan, "...”

“That's not what it feels like.” Cheng Yibei continued, then moved something on the table, "If you knew that Song Yao was jealous of me, would you feel more angry? ”

Cheng Yinan, "...”