Fast Transmigration: Protect our villain boss

Yan Chuan found sadly that Luo Miao really didn't know him.

Forget about that time in the bar, the little girl was already drunk to the point of unconsciousness at that time, he just wanted to do good deeds on a whim, and he didn't leave any identity information. She didn't care much about anything, Yan Chuan could understand if she didn't ask who the person who scooped her up was.

But after that, they met each other in Fu's, and the little girl still didn't know who he was, which Yan Chuan couldn't accept.

After all, she is also Fu Beiyang's fiancée. Hasn't she heard of Fu's counterpart?

Didn't anyone tell her who was the person who was in the elevator with her that day?

No, even if no one told her, as long as she pays a little attention, wouldn't she know right away!

It's been two times, and I've met him twice soberly, and the little girl still treats him like air.

Young master Yan has never been so wronged.

"Forget it, I probably don't know you." When Yan Chuan was about to introduce himself, he heard Luo Miao's understatement.

"Why forget it? Why shouldn't it be?" Yan Chuan's expression changed slightly, he couldn't keep up with Luo Miao's brain circuit at all.

What answered him was Luo Miao's disgusted eyes: "Anyway, you are also a tool man."

None of the men in the movie can escape Jiang Xinghuan's law of true fragrance, and become a tool for warming up the relationship between the hero and heroine.

There are so many tool people, there is no need for Luo Miao to remember them all.

Anyway, it is impossible for a beautiful boy to be her childhood friend.

She found out that she was in City E now, and hadn't had any contact with Fu Beiyang at all, so how could she appear here contrary to the plot.

"Huh?" Yan Chuan asked with question marks all over his head.

He seemed suddenly unable to understand human speech.

"I'm going back, goodbye."

After speaking, she really left on her own.

Yan Chuan: ...

Why, does he really not deserve to have a name?

The aristocrat who was repeatedly praised by the outside world as a good-tempered nobleman became completely irritable when he was ignored. He put one hand in his pocket and focused on the petite figure that was about to disappear into the darkness.

Her body exudes the oppression that strangers should not get close to, and the only lonely thing is her shadow to accompany her.

The slightly cold wind brought a burst of cold water vapor, Luo Miao walked forward quietly, her figure became more and more blurred, as if she would disappear into the darkness in the next second.

Yan Chuan's heart sank suddenly, he shook off his messy thoughts and followed quickly.

He trotted to the place where he was shoulder to shoulder with Luo Miao and slowed down, keeping the same pace with her.

Luo Miao's mood was affected a little because he couldn't find Tianxiaodao.

When she was depressed, she liked to be alone and didn't want to talk or talk to him.

"It's too dangerous at night, I'll take you back." Yan Chuan felt that there was something wrong with him, he was angry one second, and his heart ached the next.

"No need." Luo Miao refused.

"But my conscience does not allow you to go back by yourself." Yan Chuan rejected her refusal more forcefully.

These words are the most human-like words that Luo Miao has heard after transmigrating here, she tilted her head and asked in confusion: "Why are you so kind to me?"

As soon as the voice fell, Luo Miao heard a cold snort. He stopped and looked at Luo Miao quietly: "Why else? I've fallen in love with you."

Luo Miao was stunned.

"Are you blind?" After being shocked, she asked in confusion.

She's not the heroine, what does this guy like about her?Good skill and voice?

What do you mean he is blind?

Hearing these words, Yan Chuan's heart trembled suddenly, then he sighed softly, raised his hand and flicked her forehead again: "Don't make trouble."

Yan Chuan didn't know what was wrong with him, he didn't like any of the blind dates outside, but he just liked other people's fiancees.