Quick Transmigration: Male Lead, You’re Overpowered?

Lu Yan looked at her like a smile: "Why, the little sister still has to manage so much?"

Azhao: "..."

Her eyes were complicated and turned around on Lu Yan’s face.

Then sighed.

Not even over the head.

"Forget it, you are right. It seems to have nothing to do with me."

Lu Wei: "..."

It stands to reason that A Zhao’s performance is very suitable for him.

The sixteen-year-old girl, if she didn't have the last days of this fucking, was a high school student.

Not long open, innocent, compared with his old fritters, it is indeed a child.

Not a person of the world at all.

She looks like she has figured it out and looks at it.

Lu Yan felt that he should be happy that the little girl had not stepped into this mud.

However, in fact, he found that he was not happy because of Azhao’s reaction.

Instead, there are snacks.

Sure enough, is it a child?

Two hours ago, in order to get close to myself, I also tried my best to find reasons.

When I wake up, I figured it out.

Therefore, the likes of these young people really do not match a song like a game.

Losing myself is really a matter of doing things, and painstakingly organizing language to persuade her.

In fact, people do not take it seriously.

Lu Hao felt a bit unbalanced.

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

A Zhao looked at the deserted street outside the window while listening to him.

“She said she liked me very much and was going to use this lighter to make a token and spend the spring with me.”

Azhao regained his gaze from the window and looked at Lu Hao sideways.

Well, she probably already knows the result now.

This man must have refused.

This is a woman's intuition.

It’s just that she is still a bit curious. Since it’s not done, how can this lighter appear in Lu’s hands?

Seeing that Azhao looked calm, and did not look like his own interest, Lu Hao did not press it.

"You are not curious?"

A Zhao looked at him: "What is curious?"

Lu Hao took a serious look at her for a while, suddenly deflated like not to overdo it, drove seriously, and muttered helplessly: "So I always say that you are a woman, whimsical and difficult to guess, it is difficult to wait."

Azhao: "..."

She silently looked at Lu Yan, and silently remembered these words in my heart.

Lu Hao was unaware of it and was still vomiting: "It is you who are curious at first, and now I said, you are such a cold look."

A Zhao learned his tone and sighed: "You guys, it is really capricious, inexplicable."

Lu Hao shook his hand and the car came out of a serpentine shape on the road.

If A Zhaozhen did not feel it, he continued to learn his tone and spit out: "It is obvious that you make me not to be curious and don't ask. I listened to your words, and I didn't ask if I was not curious. You started to be dissatisfied and said that I was cold and felt that I am hard to wait on and on."

Lu Wei: "..."

He felt that he had misread the little girl in front of him.

Where is this a naive and pure girl?

It is clearly hidden in the belly of ink.

black.

Black stuffing.

Lu Yan thought in his heart, while driving, and somehow, a big white buns appeared in his mind.

The buns are extra fat, white and tender, but with pure black stuffing.

At the top of the buns, I sat on a familiar little man, not who is Azhao?

"Hey." Lu Yan was laughed out by his own brain.