Fast Transmigration: Protect our villain boss

The owner of the bar＝beautiful man in the elevator＝Yan Chuan

Luo Miao is messy.

Didn't it mean that he was a passerby who only appeared twice?

Whose passerby has so many roles, and makes a presence in front of the vicious female supporting role every day?

[Look at this face!This figure!This whole body is filled with the aura of money fragrance!Did you really never want to doubt his identity? 】

Luo Miao's mind froze, and she looked at Yan Chuan for a few seconds.

Yan Chuan, who clearly felt that Luo Miao was unhappy, frowned and asked, "Isn't it?"

Luo Miao shook her head, her clean eyes kept staring at him: "Yes."

Yan Chuan, who was being stared at inexplicably, said, "Then why are you unhappy? The milk tea doesn't taste good?"

Luo Miao looked at the bottom from the top, and said with disgust: "You are not warm at all."

It looked very sinister.

Tian Xiaodao: ...

Is this the basis for your identification?

Yan Chuan directly petrified.

Before Yan Chuan could react, Luo Miao stuffed the empty milk tea cup into his hand, grabbed the backpack, turned and left.

Furious, cute to the point of explosion.

【Ding!Happiness value +1, the current happiness value of the strategy target is 90! 】

Luo Miao stopped abruptly, turned her head and gave him a hard look, then angrily disappeared from Yan Chuan's sight with her backpack in her arms.

Yan Chuan stared at her burning back for a long time, then let out a chuckle, and followed her with long legs.

The little girl went into a convenience store near the hospital, chose a fast food restaurant, and skillfully made a bento to pay and heat it up.

She sat by the window with the lunch box in her hand, and while answering the phone, she bit off the packaging of the tableware with her mouth.

The little girl frowned slightly when she took the first bite, and then slowly started the second bite.

The probability is that it doesn't taste good and doesn't want to waste it.

Yan Chuan knocked on the glass.

Luo Miao stopped eating abruptly, and looked up to see a man in blue casual clothes.

His skin is very fair, his black eyes are shining brightly, his facial features are well-defined and deep, and his thin light red lips carry a faint smile.

With a dignified and modest demeanor, he is full of youthfulness when he takes off his suit, and he can't tell that he is the vice president of the World Group.

"Miss, invite me to dinner."

Luo Miao read his lips, but didn't want to pay attention.

Yan Chuan pointed to the black backpack at Luo Miao's feet again, and continued to laugh.

The two looked at each other for ten seconds through the glass, and the person who was eating finally nodded.

After a while, Yan Chuan called her at the cash register: "Miss, come and pay."

Say it's you, it's you.

Even if I am the son of the richest man, you have to pay back the 15 yuan bento.

Luo Miao went to pay the bill, said thank you and wanted to go back, but someone grabbed the corner of her clothes.

"Miss, do me a favor, I don't know how to use a microwave."

He has sincerity written all over him.

Luo Miao silently took the things in his hands, stuffed them into the microwave oven and pressed a few buttons before going back.

"Handsome guy, did you make your girlfriend angry?" The cashier lady laughed and teased when she saw their extremely cold interaction.

"Yeah, coaxing." The man's brows and eyes were calm, and his voice was low and gentle.

The microwave oven dinged, Yan Chuan brought out the hot bento and sat next to Luo Miao.

The bento says “Made in China” on it, and Kung Pao Chicken is noted in English next to it.

He took a sip, and his facial features began to twist.

The god damn it is made in China, and it's hot to doubt life.

The little girl next door was fighting a lump of noodles with a plastic fork.

Sighing, Yan Chuan went to buy two more bottles of water.

"Luo Miao."

Luo Miao raised her eyes.

A bottle of juice was pushed in front of him, the man lowered his eyes, covered with thick eyelashes, looking frustrated and helpless: "I'm sorry."