I'm super fierce! [Quick Transmigration]

Swayed by that smile, President Feng stepped on the ground and almost slipped by the door of his own house.

From the first time he saw him, the little guy seemed to be hiding something on his mind. Although he was innocent and easy to coax, he rarely showed such a bright and carefree smile.

Feng Zhan's chest shrinks inexplicably, and he unconsciously holds his breath and leans over to take the small and exquisite orange cup.He gently hugged the drunk little fox, and hugged him firmly.

It turned out that it was stuffed with lychees, no wonder there was no seafood smell.Zhong Jie actually feeds the little guy such dangerous food. If the little fox is bullied by someone with ulterior motives, he will definitely not spare that black-hearted profiteer.

Just when this idea came up, the little devil suddenly raised his hand to wrap around Feng Zhan's neck, buried his head in his neck, and rubbed it lightly twice.

The young man's hair was softly rubbing against his neck, and his strength gently brushed against his chin, successfully causing President Feng's heart to skip a beat, and the arms that held him unconsciously tightened.

Oops, he seems to be starting to have ulterior motives.

Breathing heavily, Feng Zhan held the little guy firmly and opened the door with one hand, moved back to the bedroom with light movements, and carefully placed the little fox that was still rubbing against him on the bed.

I have to go to the gym tomorrow, no one can persuade me.Finally maintaining the protagonist's dignity, President Feng straightened up panting, and was about to pour some water for the little fox, but was suddenly pulled by the corner of his clothes lightly.

Following a pause in the footsteps, Feng Zhan turned around, and suddenly there was a joyful anticipation in his heart that he didn't know the reason for.

The little fox's cheeks were flushed, and he lay obediently on the bed, but still tugged at the hem of his clothes and refused to let go.Feng Zhan took two steps forward and sat on the edge of the bed, patiently stroking the little guy's hair: "Lie down for a while, I'll get some water, okay?"

He said it patiently several times before Tang Tang finally understood what he meant, blinked his eyes twice, and obediently took his hand back.

Inexplicably, he could see the faint disappointment in the misty eyes of the little guy, Feng Zhan's heart shrank, and he resolutely stopped the steps he was about to leave, sat back on the bed and hugged him up: "I'm not leaving, I'll stay with you."

The little devil's eyes lit up, he blinked happily, then squeezed into his arms again, opened his arms and hugged him tightly.

The body in his arms is soft and thin that is unique to teenagers, and he is also in a daze of drunkenness, and the soft feeling in his hands is very good.Feng Zhan firmly hugged the little fox in his arms, and patiently smoothed his slightly messy hair, but suddenly he touched two sharp little things.

"Untouchable..."

The little devil murmured, his voice was soft and hoarse, with a faint nasal sound, and he raised his hand to rest on his wrist: "It's very important...you can't touch it!"

"Okay, I won't touch it anymore."

Feng Zhan responded in a warm voice with a good temper, then took the little guy's hand instead, and stroked it soothingly, but his eyes still fell curiously on the little horn on the top of the little devil's head.

The more you don't let me touch you, the more you want to touch...

Forcibly suppressing the idea of ​​pranks, President Feng took a deep breath, picked up the little guy, and walked lightly to the bathroom.

Although the little devil was in a daze of drunkenness, he still insisted on jumping off and walking by himself, moving restlessly in his arms.Feng Zhan took a deep breath, and finally endured the agitation in his heart like a gentleman, put the little guy on the ground, and patiently leaned over slightly: "I'll help you put the hot water in, soak it for a while and come back to sleep, okay? "

"it is good!"

Easily appeased by the familiar tone, the little devil nodded obediently, and happily agreed.

Feng Zhan chuckled, raised his hand and gently scratched the bridge of the little guy's nose, and took his hand into the bathroom.Carefully adjusted the water temperature, put a tank full of hot water, untied the tie around his neck for him, and took off his suit jacket and put it aside.

Fingertips touched the tightly buttoned collar of the shirt, but Feng Zhan suddenly hesitated.

As a qualified and domineering president, he should actually take off the opponent's clothes now without any explanation, and directly eat the fresh and delicious little guy clean and raw.

But he still hasn't figured out whether the little fox has grown up...

The law-abiding President Feng suddenly fell into an extremely entangled battle between heaven and man. He raised his head with complicated emotions, met those clear eyes that were misty, and suddenly paused in his hands, and retracted them like an electric shock.

The scene of the little kidnapper showing his skills just now is still vivid in his memory, and he is still thinking here and there beyond his capabilities.

The power of the protagonist's halo is limited after all.President Feng sighed with complicated emotions, smiled helplessly, and gently rubbed the little guy's head: "I'm going to change clothes, can I wash it myself?"

The steaming water filled a tank to the brim, and the little devil couldn't wait to jump in. He nodded vigorously, and raised his hand to unbutton his shirt.

You can't watch without eating.Feng Zhan quickly turned on the shower for him, turned around and left the bathroom.After changing out of the half-wet clothes that were steamed by water, my determination to go to the gym has been strengthened a lot.

After a while, there was the sound of splashing water in the bathroom. The little fox was probably having fun, and the sound of water rang for a long time before finally calming down.

Feng Zhan waited outside for a while, seeing that it was almost time, and then knocked lightly on the door twice: "Have you finished washing? Don't play for too long, be careful of catching a cold."

There was no response from inside, which made him feel uneasy.Worried that the little guy fell asleep inside, he pushed open the door and walked in quickly, only to be drenched head-on by a bouquet of water.

The bathroom is very warm, the water mist is vaguely misty, and the slightly scalding water hits the face, but it doesn't feel uncomfortable at all.

Feng Zhan wiped his face, seeing the smile in the eyes of the little fox in the bathtub, couldn't help but chuckle.Shaking his head helplessly, he walked over step by step, leaned over slightly while leaning on the bathtub, and tapped the tip of the little guy's nose twice: "You're in a good mood, do you know you're naughty?"

The little devil's face was still glowing with good-looking blood, his brows and eyes were curved softly and cleanly, watching him raise his arms obediently.

The young man's slender and fair body was exposed in front of Feng Zhan without any concealment, with clear drops of water on his body, his arms even looked a little thin, and he didn't know how he had such great strength.

Feng Zhan couldn't help smiling, leaned over and carried the dripping man out of the water, and wiped him dry with a large bath towel.Carrying the little fox back to the bed all the way, I also changed into dry home clothes, turned out the hair dryer and went back: "Come and dry your hair, I'm going to catch a cold soon."

"You can't blow it. If the horn is blown too dry, it may split!"

The little devil shook his head hastily, protected the horns he had finally grown with his hands, and shrank vigilantly into the corner of the big bed.

He had never thought about this issue before, and President Feng held the hair dryer and thought about it for a while, and he actually felt that it really made sense.Convincedly nodded, threw the hair dryer aside, took the towel and covered the little guy's head: "I'll wipe it slowly, so I won't touch it, okay?"

Finally being persuaded, the little devil nodded hesitantly, moved back inch by inch cautiously, and let go of the baby constant horn that had grown so hard: "You must not touch it..."

"Never touch it, I promise."

Finally seeing that the little guy hadn't got rid of the influence of alcohol at all, Feng Zhan couldn't help but laugh, nodded seriously, carefully wiped his hair for him, and then used a towel to dry the water on the ends of his hair.By the time he was done with work, the little devil was so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyes, and bumped his head on his shoulder, refusing to move any more.

Feng Zhan raised his arms, held the sleepy little fox firmly in his arms, gently stroked the little guy's cheeks that were still pale with blood, and his eyes softened.

Very nice.

The little kidnapper seemed to suddenly let go of his all-time vigilance, leaned meekly on his shoulder, yawned lazily, and raised his hand to rub his red eyes.

Feng Zhan was afraid that he would rub his eyes, so he gently held that hand.The fingertips brushed over the little guy's trembling eyelashes, bringing a very slight itchy touch, which made his breathing slightly stagnant.

If you can't beat...

President Feng, who came down without any warning, sighed softly in heartache, hugged the drowsy little fox to his full satisfaction, and then reluctantly hugged him and put him on the bed.After covering the quilt, he was about to get up, but his movements suddenly stopped.

The little kidnapper suddenly opened his eyes at some point, and he looked at him with his bright black pupils, and the melancholy that was temporarily relieved by the power of alcohol returned unknowingly between his brows.

I didn't think so before, but I've seen the little guy's bright and carefree smile, and seeing such a pair of eyes makes me feel very uncomfortable for no reason.

Feng Zhanka hesitated for a moment beside the bed, then leaned back and gently stroked the little guy's forehead hair: "What's the matter, are you still unhappy?"

"Are you leaving again..."

The little devil clenched the quilt tightly, and hid most of his face under the quilt, but his thin shoulders were still trembling slightly.Blinking his eyes, tears welled up in his eyes.

I don't know if the little guy is sober or not, and what exactly this sentence refers to.President Feng, who just wanted to go back and get a bed for himself, lay back guiltily, wrapped the terribly wronged little fox with one hand, and gently pinched his cheeks twice: "I'll be right back, it's fine——"

"I'm already very good. I can beat a lot of bad guys, and I'm obedient. It's just that I haven't practiced baking cookies well, but as long as I have the opportunity, I will definitely practice hard."

The little devil spoke quickly and urgently, trying hard to hold his tone, but he still couldn't hide his choked-up crying: "I'll be good, don't leave, okay..."

……

President Feng was silent for a while, and Dayi nodded solemnly: "Okay."

The pretty eyes suddenly lit up with joy, the little devil raised his hand to hug his arm, rubbed it contentedly, and finally frowned contentedly again.

Let's go to bed first, and tomorrow's beating is tomorrow's business.

President Feng comforted himself as if death was at home, lay down wrapped in clothes, and gently pulled the little kidnapper into his arms.

The night was quiet, and the little devil nestled contentedly in his warm embrace, murmuring in a muffled voice: "I know how to fight! I even beat up a dozen kidnappers, I'm super fierce..."

"I know, it's just too powerful."

Holding the little fox that was rubbing back and forth in his arms, Feng Zhan nodded in conviction and sincerely praised.

The little devil buried his red cheeks in his chest, and the corners of his lips curled up in a soft and gentle arc. He fiddled with the buttons on his chest for a while, and his eyes suddenly appeared faintly lost: "But the biscuits are not baked well, and there has been no place to practice... ..."

"Tell them to look for a house tomorrow, and ask the vice president to build one if they can't find one."

The promise to the little kidnapper has not yet been fulfilled, President Feng felt guilty, and promised without hesitation.

"My perennial horns have grown a little longer and can be lightly touched...just touched!"

The little devil raised his head with bright eyes, took his hand, and pulled it towards the top of his head.

"Okay, just touch it."

Finally had the chance to get what he wanted, President Feng blinked his eyes movedly, quickly nodded in agreement, and happily touched the two sharp little horns along his strength.

After being touched by his precious constant horn, the blood on the little devil's face became a little thicker.There was still mist in his clear eyes, he suddenly raised his hand and groped his back.

Startled by the little guy's action, Feng Zhan suddenly trembled, wrapped his clothes in a hurry, and coughed softly to cover up: "What's wrong?"

"Still no wings..."

There was some confusion in the eyes of the little devil, and he touched his back again, stopping at the two faintly raised scars: "Is it really cut off, will it hurt?"

"No, it doesn't hurt at all..."

In the end, I didn't figure out why I had to grow wings, and I didn't even know when those two scars appeared.But when the little guy touched it, those two scars were actually faintly hot, and I don't know if there is really any secret hidden.

President Feng rubbed his chin, replied thoughtfully, and finally made up his mind.

The little fox seems to be particularly concerned about whether he has wings. It seems that the task of finding a tattoo artist is the same as finding a house, and it must be on the agenda.

The two of them snuggled up on the bed wrapped in a quilt, and after talking about it for a long time, they finally couldn't stand the sleepiness and fell asleep together yawning.

Early the next morning, Feng Zhan was woken up by the ringing of the phone.

The hangover little kidnapper was sleeping soundly under the quilt, frowned reluctantly, and shrank back under the quilt.Feng Zhan patted the little guy on the back reassuringly, walked out of the bedroom quickly, pressed answer and lowered his voice: "It's me, what's wrong with the company?"

"Mr. Feng, come quickly - I came to help you arrange the number two hours ago, and now I finally got it. The best tattoo artist in our city, you must not miss it!"

As soon as the phone was connected, the vice president's excited voice came.Shocked, President Feng couldn't help but frown. Thinking of the cake maker the other party had hired, he couldn't help but feel a little suspicious: "Where did you find it, do you have a sample picture for me to see?"

"Yes, I have already sent some to you, and you can come and see the rest..."

The vice president responded repeatedly, explained the location to him, and hung up the phone in a hurry.

It was only then that Feng Zhan remembered that he had indeed received a few pictures when he was sleepy this morning, and looked at them carefully for a while, before finally putting away the phone suspiciously.He left a note for the little guy who was still in bed, and drove straight to the place the vice president said.

The tattoo parlor this time is unexpectedly reliable, the windows are bright and clean, and the decoration is high-end, so it doesn't look low-grade.President Feng was ushered into the waiting room, and sat on the sofa in satisfaction, casually flipping through the tattoo designs sent, his mind drifting away.

After falling asleep yesterday, he had a dream in a daze.

I have forgotten most of the scene in the dream, and I only vaguely remember the little fox lying quietly in my arms, with a gentle and obedient expression, but its breathing gradually weakened.The delicate and gentle face was inexplicably colorless, and the body temperature also cooled down inch by inch, so realistic that one couldn't help but shiver.

The inexplicable strong fear woke him up from the dream, and seeing the little guy sleeping warmly and softly on the side, breathing steadily and long, he was finally relieved, but he no longer felt sleepy at all.After tossing and turning for a long time, he didn't close his eyes for a while until dawn, and was dragged to this place by the vice president.

That dream made him a little uneasy, but he couldn't figure out the reason. He was in a daze when suddenly there was a figure in a white coat in front of him.

President Feng raised his head subconsciously, and was about to say hello to the legendary tattoo artist, but when he saw the other person's appearance clearly, his complexion became a little colorful: "How many part-time jobs do you have? Our story is so lacking." Supporting role?"

"It's just to make some extra money when I'm free. My ideal is to earn enough money one day, do nothing, and just spend a day at home."

Zhong Jie put on the mask slowly, beckoned to him, and led the people into the tattoo room: "What do you want to get tattooed, has Mr. Feng picked it out?"

In addition to cheating people when acting as an intermediary, unscrupulous profiteers have reliable cooking skills, and tattooing skills are probably not too bad.

It was time to be slaughtered, so President Feng could only comfort himself. He took off his shirt and put it aside, lying on the tattoo table in fear: "I want to get a tattoo of wings, and the horns are like a couple's suit. Have you ever seen a tattoo?" Horns? On the head, pointy—"

"Of course I've seen it, but the devil's bone wings are not suitable for you. Considering your identity, I'd better make your appearance as bright as possible."

A faint light flashed in Zhong Jie's eyes, and he patted him on the shoulder, his pupils suddenly darkened, and mysterious fluctuations swayed in the air.

Inexplicably, I felt that the flow of the air was slowing down, and there was some strange aura slowly filling the whole space.Feng Zhan felt a little vigilant for no reason, frowned uncomfortably, and subconsciously wanted to stand up, but was gently pushed back by the hand behind him: "Don't move, it's not done yet."

Feng Zhan wanted to speak again, but was suddenly so sleepy that he yawned instinctively, and closed his eyes in a daze.

Before his consciousness completely fell into darkness, he seemed to vaguely see the sharp shadow of bone wings.

President Feng was overjoyed by the cool shape, he tried his best to lift his eyelids, and pointed to the hideous and sharp shadow cast on the ground: "I want to get this tattoo..."

"this one?"

Zhong Jie raised his eyebrows slightly, leaned over to pick up the cartoon little wing stickers that fell on the ground, and nodded thoughtfully: "Alright, this is quite suitable for your identity, and it can be used in the future. It seems that your Eyes are still good."