Quick Transmigration: The Villain Is Delicate and Soft

21

Nanxun and Zero 99 are bored boringly. When they walked to the door of their home, they saw a car that was very familiar.

The window was shaken, and the handsome face of the black-faced **** was revealed.

"Get on the bus." His voice full of commanding words came out.

Nan Hao went to the side obediently and sat on the co-pilot.

"Smell." She licked her head, and her white face was clean and dazzling, but her tone was very calm.

Wen Qianxuan’s heart seemed to be stabbed, and the deep black cockroaches burned with anger. He asked, “No announcement in the afternoon, where have you been?”

She changed the password of the villa and asked him to wait here for a few hours. Now he is also politely calling him "smelling the total", oh, it really is all right.

"Will the general still manage these?" Nanhao did not look at him, his mouth has been slightly raised, it seems to be in a good mood.

However, in the view of Wen Qianxi, it is very unsightly.

He didn't have the wisdom of the past, and reached out and pushed her to the front. The action was still as arrogant and rude as ever, never letting her hurt.

She frowned and struggled. "Shen, what are you doing?"

"What do you think?" Wen Qiang blinked and she was hooped out with a red printed wrist. The strength of the palm was unconsciously loosened. "What else can I find you?"

Her skin is very tender, and every time he touches it, even if he doesn't work hard, there will be a red mark on it, as if he has been abused.

Let him pity, and let him have her idea to continue to swear.

Nanxun's little handcuffs are clearly resisting on his chest. "Smell, have you forgotten what you said? Are you married, do you still have to be confused with people like me?"

When Wen Qianxi heard her words, she felt a suffocation for no reason.

Did she use his words to block him?

He pulled her chin and forced her to look at her, with a bad tone. "Like Irving?"

"Is it always very curious?" Nanxun fanned the crow's eyelashes. "But this is my personal matter, I can't answer."

Her voice is still gentle and soft, but the alienation in the eyes is so obvious.

At this moment, Wen Qianxi remembered damnly before, every time her eyebrows smiled and softly joked with him.

His breath is confusing, his own unclear thoughts and the mystery of the heart.

He can't stand her like him, just like a stranger.

He squeezed his eyebrows, and he didn't know who to deflate, and he spilled three words in his thin lips. "Go down."

Nan Yan's low-browed eyebrows, finishing the collar, quietly pushed the door open.

From the beginning to the end, Wen Qiang’s eyes could not leave her.

Compared to her calmness, he is now like a hairy boy, restless, and eager to move.

It’s just that he still doesn’t want to admit that it’s the woman who caused him to be in a dilemma.

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At the end of the month, the latest show of Happy Friday was aired.

Although it has been edited, there are still sensitive audiences who find that the interaction between the couples seems to be somewhat stiff. On the contrary, Shen Yuewen has been in the cue and does not know whether it is the intentional arrangement of the program group.