Fast Transmigration: The villain is pampered and flirtatious

0 (Sure enough, you can’t be lazy for a day, you can’t win if you change it, woo~) “When did you guys meet?”

"what?"

Meng Jiao blinked, because she was lying on Feng Yan's back, so she couldn't see his expression clearly.

She swallowed and pretended to be confused: "Who are you talking about? I didn't understand."

Feng Yan said, "Do you know in your heart who this General is talking about?"

She thought she could get away with it by pretending to be ignorant.

In the past, I just turned a blind eye to myself.

"Ah..." Meng Jiao bit her lower lip and paused.

"Prefer not to say?"

Feng Yan asked back.

Meng Jiao shook her head and said, "No."

It seems that playing stupid is no longer useful today.

Forget it.

At worst, she would admit that they knew each other, but it was just an acquaintance scene, and she had to think of a better place.

At least the Spring Festival Gala building is definitely not good.

"Okay, then I'll say it." Meng Jiao breathed out: "But you have to promise, this matter will be over after I finish talking. You said you forgive me that day, and you can't settle accounts after autumn."

"You speak first, and I will give you an answer after you finish speaking." Feng Yan said ambiguously.

"You agree first."

Meng Jiao said boldly.

Who knows if he will regret it after listening to it?

Feng Yan raised his eyebrows.

I didn't expect this girl to be young, but she didn't want to.

Also know to ask.

"Okay, this general agrees to you." Feng Yan said.

But she is still young, so she doesn't know the saying that soldiers never tire of cheating.

So what if he verbally agreed to her?

There is no third person present here, who can prove what he said?

Meng Jiao took a deep breath: "Young Master Chu and I met by chance when we left the mansion that day. I encountered something outside the mansion, and he helped me."

She explained briefly.

That's how it happened, and I didn't lie, I just hid the place where they met.

"What happened to you?"

Feng Yan's focus caught the point at once.

Why didn't she tell him when she returned home that day?

"It's nothing, it's over anyway, and there's no point in mentioning it again."

Meng Jiao said.

If you want to tell him the detailed process, isn't she shooting herself in the foot?

Feng Yan frowned upon hearing this.

Does she mean that she needs outsiders and doesn't need him?

【Ding! 】【Resentment worth seventy. 】 "Cough cough cough..."

When Meng Jiao heard the notification sound in her head, she accidentally swallowed saliva into her trachea and coughed continuously.

What the hell did she do? !

If the villain is upset, can he express it directly?

Meng Jiao felt that she had been wronged by Dou E and her sister. She had done nothing, and the value of resentment kept rising.

The main reason is that it has not arrived for half a day, and it has risen twice.

If there was an interval of a few days, she would be more balanced in her heart.

Feng Yan heard Meng Jiao's non-stop coughing, she turned her head, and the corner of her eyes only caught the strands of her drooping hair.

"What's the matter?" he asked simply.

"Cough cough..." Meng Jiao tried her best to suppress the feeling of coughing, she pursed her lips, "It's nothing, I accidentally choked."

"Choked on saliva?"

Feng Yan raised his eyebrows.

"En." Meng Jiao hummed.

What is his tone?

Although it's embarrassing to be choked on by saliva, isn't he the one who caused this to happen?

If Feng Yan hadn't raised her resentment points for no reason, he wouldn't have been surprised.

and so.

Everything has a cause and effect, and he is the cause of this incident, and he still looks like he is laughing at her.

Meng Jiao was sullen.

Feng Yan, a straight man of ten thousand years, thought she was just tired from coughing, so she didn't want to talk.

He didn't continue to reply.

The two walked in the delicate corridor in silence.

after awhile.

Meng Jiao's small and unique wing room arrived.

"Squealing—" Feng Yan pushed open the gate of the courtyard.

He glanced around.

The small courtyard is divided into east and west directions, and each corridor has different rooms.

Although it was not the first time Feng Yan came to this small courtyard.

But he had never been to the boudoir where Meng Jiao lived, and he didn't know which room she chose to live in.

"Which wing do you live in?"

Feng Yan turned his head and asked.

"Thank you General for sending me back, you can send me here, I can go in by myself." Meng Jiao pointed to the corridor of the East Wing, "Why don't you put me there, General?" Walk all the way from there You can go to the room where she lives in the past.

She can walk slowly while leaning on the beams in the corridor, or sit by the side to take a rest when she is tired.

"The general will take you back to your room."

Feng Yan upholds the mentality of sending Buddha to the west and helping people to the end.

They've already sent her here.

Not bad for the last two steps.

Meng Jiao didn't want to waste time with him, "The first room on the east side is."

Anyway, in the past two years since she knew Feng Yan, he has always been an independent and authoritarian person who insists on what he has seen.

and so.

She no longer insists on her own ideas.

Bi Jing, even if she insisted, Feng Yan would ignore it, so why should she waste her tongue.

"it is good."

Feng Yan carried her on his back and continued forward.

"Okay, here we are, push the door."

He kicked open the door just now. The location of this corridor is a bit narrow, so it's not easy to stretch your feet.

His hand was dragging Meng Jiao, but he couldn't get it out.

Feng Yan told her to push the door.

"En." Meng Jiao nodded.

"Squealer-"

Feng Yan stepped over the threshold and approached Meng Jiao's boudoir.

Although Meng Jiao has been in the General's Mansion for two years, they have also known each other for two years, usually under the same roof, seeing each other without looking up.

but.

Like today, there are only a handful of opportunities for the two of them to be alone.

He never took the initiative to visit Meng Jiao's boudoir.

If she hadn't sprained her ankle today, maybe she still wouldn't have come.

This may be in response to that sentence, in the dark, everything is arranged by itself.

"Okay, just put me on that chair."

Meng Jiao struggled to get off Feng Yan's back.

Feng Yan was afraid that her frizz would hurt her ankle again.

"Wait a minute, don't move around, this general knows." He followed Meng Jiao's instructions and walked towards the table placed in the center of the room.

"You don't have to push hard."

Feng Yan bent over and gently put Meng Jiao on the chair.

He carried her all the way, and the clothes on his back were soaked with sweat.

But Feng Yan didn't mention a single word "Tired" from the beginning to the end.

After Meng Jiao sat down firmly, she thanked the general, "Thank you General for sending me back. I have nothing to do here. Why don't you go out to eat, General, there are many guests waiting for you outside."

"You really want General Ben to leave quickly?"

Feng Yan narrowed his eyes.

He worked hard to carry her back, not to mention asking him to sit down, she was even stingy to pour him a glass of water.

He didn't even blame her for running out without permission, and casually met foreign men outside to show tolerance to her.