Quick Transmigration, My Royal Highness is a Bit Obedient

Feng Qian's movements were somewhat clumsy.

His expression was extremely serious.

The soft touch brought by the touch of the fingertips made Mr. President squint his eyes.

The girl carefully dried the other person's hair before turning off the hair dryer and obediently putting it aside.

Yan Sheng curled his lips: "Thank you for being super cute."

Feng Qian blinked his eyes, "You're welcome."

The girl slowly moved to the other side and picked up the mobile phone on the bed.

The screen has gone off.

After Fengqian unlocked it with his fingerprint, he lowered his head and typed a few words.

send.

Then the girl put the phone in her pocket.

Yan Sheng watched the girl's movements calmly, without any emotion on his face.

The eyelashes drooped slightly.

The light in the amber eyes gradually deepened.

Q big anniversary celebration...

Yan Sheng stood up, covered the top of the girl's hair with his slender, fair fingers, and smoothed the hair gently.

The voice is warm and pleasant: "Good boy, my brother will go to the study to deal with some documents first."

Feng Qian nodded.

Yan Sheng glanced at the girl, took out a clean suit from the closet, and went into the bathroom to change again.

Mr. President fastened the hidden buttons one by one slowly with his slender fingers, and his amber eyes were expressionless, staring at himself in the mirror casually.

Every movement is impeccable, elegant and charming.

The last step is to tie the tie.

After straightening the collar.

Mr. President walked out of the bathroom with long legs.

He looked at the girl on the side, and opened his thin lips lightly: "Good girl, if you are sleepy, you can take a nap on the bed."

Very light voice, the tone is also gentle.

Plain exhortation.

"Um."

The girl blinked her eyes.

After the debris left, Feng Qian was bored and swiped his phone aside.

She politely declined Xia Yang's previous invitation.

They are unfamiliar.

She also doesn't want to have too much involvement with people from the small plane.

Furthermore...

Also lazy to dance.

…

study.

Mr. President narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at the screen of the laptop in front of him.

half an hour.

The slender fingers rested on the keyboard carelessly, typed a few lines, and sent them.

Finish sending the email.

Only then did Yan Sheng start the work accumulated today.

take a vacation?

Um.

It's just kidding.

By the time the afternoon work was done, it was almost seven o'clock in the evening.

Yan Sheng closed his notebook.

He got up and went back to the bedroom.

When he pushed the door to enter, Mr. President paused, and then gently closed the door.

Fell asleep?

The little girl was sleeping on the bed, very close to the side.

There is only a little quilt covering the body.

Place the little hand neatly on the lower abdomen.

A cute and quiet sleeping position.

The deep light in Yan Sheng's amber eyes lingered on the girl's body for a moment, and he gently lifted his feet and walked to the bedside.

He looked down.

Then he slowly pulled the quilt back for the girl.

Yan Sheng stood quietly on the spot.

After watching for a while.

The slender fingers slowly landed on the girl's white and soft side face.

Without changing his expression, he poked lightly.

The corners of Mr. President's lips curled up.

Sure enough...

It's as soft as expected.

Yan Sheng stood by the bed and looked around, then walked out of the bedroom.

Normally, Mr. President seldom eats at home.

No babysitter was hired either.

so……

There are not many ingredients in the refrigerator in the kitchen.

Yan Sheng simply fried a few poached eggs, and ordered two bowls of steaming beef noodles.

After the simple dinner was ready, Yan Sheng put the noodles and fried poached eggs on the dining table.

Everything is ready.

Only then did Yan Sheng return to the room.

Although obediently fell asleep.

However, the child's dinner can't be saved.

Yan Sheng walked to the bed and looked down at the girl on the bed.

He bent slightly.

The corners of his lips hooked slightly, and he raised his hand again.

The slender white fingertips gently pinched the side of the girl's face with a slightly cool temperature.

A baby made me sing. I... learn first.