Fast Transmigration: Protect our villain boss

Yan Chuan felt that Luo Miao was really a god.

It's fine if you don't know him, she almost poisoned her fiancé to death, and even went across the province for him.

Damn it, Fu Beiyang has so many enemies, why didn't anyone hack him to death?

Yan Chuan, who burst out with foul language, realized that this idea was not a good idea. The hotel belonged to their family, and if something happened, it would be Yan's family's reputation that would be ruined.

I still hope that when he dies, he can stay away from the Yan family's territory.

"Sit in the living room for a while, and I'll send someone to find you, okay?" Yan Chuan sighed helplessly, feeling a headache from being angry.

He desperately wanted to know what was going on, but considering that Luo Miao hadn't slept all night, he didn't dare to pester her to ask, he had better settle her down first.

"Huh?" Luo Miao gave an ending sound in doubt.

"I know the hotel manager there and asked him to check you in. Don't run out, do you hear me?"

Don't pay attention to the accident after going out in this mental state. She is not familiar with the place where she lives, which is really worrying.

"Okay, thank you." Luo Miao was really tired, and she didn't refuse Yan Chuan's help.

"Thank you, we are friends."

Yan Chuan gritted his teeth and emphasized the word "friend".

The first time he confessed in his life, Luo Miao flatly rejected him. If he hadn't fooled her into not being a lover and we could be friends, Luo Miao would have drawn a clear line with him long ago.

Yan Chuan picked up another mobile phone and was looking for a contact, [-]% of his energy was on the person on the other side of the phone.

He sent a message, raised his eyebrows, and pretended to ask casually, "What the hell is Fu Beiyang doing again?"

Luo Miao, who was nestling on the sofa, was drowsy, and she had maintained a high degree of concentration. Now that she was relaxed, she felt top-heavy, and she was so sleepy that she saw people with double shadows.

Hearing Yan Chuan's question, the man with heavy eyelids who couldn't lift his eyes told him what happened in a low voice.

Tian Xiaodao said that she and Mo Yunliu were born gods of creation.

She created the world and was hailed as the god of all things. Mo Yunliu made the rules and followed the law with her words. She was the god in charge of the three thousand worlds.

The gods of heaven have no heart, and the gods of all things do not understand love. This is their birth defect.

Perhaps because of the influence of her previous life, Luo Miao doesn't know how to act like a baby, doesn't like to talk to strangers, and doesn't like to reveal her heart.

The strange thing is that whenever Yan Chuan asked something, she would always answer subconsciously.

However, the little goddess, who was starting to be in a trance, didn't notice this case. She said lightly how she drove here, how many times she was hit on the road, and the expressions of Fu Beiyang and Jiang Xinghuan. In fact, she was a little angry. But you can't hit him and so on.

"I'm stupid." At the end, Luo Miao seemed to have no strength, and concluded with a half-smile.

Yan Chuan, who had already made the private jet ready, moved slightly, and asked softly after a moment of silence: "If she calls you for help next time, will you go?"

"No." Luo Miao didn't even have to think about it.

"That's right. A smart person won't be fooled twice, but a person who falls into the same scam over and over again is stupid. You are a smart and kind girl. There will always be a few strange things in a person's life. We can't doubt ourselves because of their mistakes, can we?"

Wen Li, who came to deliver the itinerary, happened to hear the chicken soup for the soul crazily instilled by her boss, and cold sweat suddenly broke out with black lines on her face.

Boss, just fill chicken soup with chicken soup, can you be more professional and stop talking with such a scary expression?

The voice is so gentle, if I hadn't been on the scene, I would have believed it!

"Are you angry? No way, I'm not angry. I'm glad you're okay." Yan Chuan's voice was as gentle as water.

Wen Li: No, no.

Your eyes don't say that!

Put down the utility knife in your hand, grass!