Quick Transmigration: Male Lead, You’re Overpowered?

But who knows, the drunk man just liked to forget her, taking care of himself, and squinting himself into the bedroom.

A Zhao heard the sound of his closing.

After a while, the room was completely quiet.

He fell asleep.

Azhao is speechless: just trust yourself?

If she is a misconduct, can she do whatever she wants?

Azhao ran for a long time during the day, and accompanied the person to drink for a few hours, the whole person was too tired.

It is not too late now. She is reluctant to go out to toss, find a bedroom that looks like a guest room, and slumbers and lie down and sleep.

When Xu Xiubai woke up the next time, there was a short period of memory and a fault appeared.

But soon he remembered everything: went to A city to find Chu Zhao, two people to eat, back to Z City, married Wang Huaxin, went to the bar...

Later, it seems that Chu Zhao sent him back?

Xu Xiubai secretly snorted and said: Let an 18-year-old girl take care of herself, but she really has no face.

He got up, went to the bathroom, and looked at the man in the mirror who was so decadent because of his drunkenness, and he quietly stroked in his heart.

After fifteen minutes, Xu Xiu, who had neatly packed up, walked out of the room.

When he first went out, he felt that it was wrong.

Although everything in the house was neat and tidy, Xu Xubai was aware of a subtle sense of disobedience as the sole owner of the family for a long time.

In his heart, he pushed a door next to him.

Azhao, who wrapped himself in the quilt and barely showed half of his face, broke into his sight like that.

She slept soundly.

Xu Xiuba: "..."

He exhaled.

I want to come here. It was too late for the little girl to send herself home yesterday, so I fell asleep here.

Azhao was awakened by Xu Xiubai.

She opened her eyes in confusion, still could not resist the invasion of sleep, rolled two laps on the bed and buried her head again.

Xu Xiuba did not wait for a response and shouted twice.

Still no response.

Xu Xiubai’s helpless push of the door saw the figure that buried himself in the quilt and pretended to be an ostrich.

... I don't know why, he just wants to laugh.

"It's time to get out of bed, little aunt."

"I don't want to eat, I want to sleep." Azhao said very honestly.

Xu Xiuba: "..."

He thought about it and said: "That's a pity. I am a glutinous rice group today. This is my best early..."

The quilt seems to move a bit.

Xu Xiubai pretended not to see anything. He continued: "My grandmother taught me the craft, this is delicious that I can't eat outside."

A furry head got out.

Azhao’s eyes stared at him: “Really, really?”

Xu Xiubai turned and went: "I go to the kitchen first, the washing utensils are new, and the little aunt can use it directly."

Ten minutes later, A Zhao sat at the table and looked forward to seeing the delicate and glutinous rice **** in his bowl.

She picked up one, patiently blew for a while, and waited until it was almost cool, and put it all in one mouth.

Oh... it’s so delicious!

Xu Xiubai looked at her appearance and couldn't help but laugh. "Is it so delicious?"

A Zhao nodded quickly.

Xu Xiubai's gaze is gentle: "When you have finished eating, do you think you are going back to Chu, or do I send you back to A city?"