After being favored by giants [Transmigration Book]

On a sunny morning, there was something wriggling in the middle of the wide bed in a bedroom.Suddenly, an earth-shattering bell rang, and a white hand stretched out from under the quilt, and rubbed it for a while before finding the phone that was ringing tirelessly.

"Hey?"

"Niannian, where have you been, I'm going to blow up your phone!"

"Well, I'm here?" The first day of the junior high school got up and looked around, the luxurious and spacious bedroom, and paused: "Where is this?"

Zhang Fanfan on the phone jumped, "I'm lost, Niannian, don't scare you Brother Fan, I'm afraid your sister will beat me up!"

"Zhang Fanfan! Where did you kidnap my brother!!"

"Sister Shushu, you, listen to me...Ah!!..."

"Beep... beep..."

....

Zhang Fanfan didn't say a few words, and heard Zhang Fanfan's screams on the phone on the first day of the new year, and mourned for him for a few seconds in his heart.

"woke up?"

Looking up on the first day of the lunar new year, a handsome man in a dark suit sitting on the sofa in the distance is Cang Yan.

The hair in the upper right corner is sticking up a little, the eyes are circled, and the tongue is tied: "I, you, them..."

"Wake up, I'll go downstairs for dinner later." Cang Yan closed the book, got up and went out.

On the first day of junior high school, I scratched my hair and felt a pain in my head, "What's all this?"

On the first day of the new year, I slowly dressed, opened the window, and looked into the distance. There was only a vast expanse of lawn, and there was no one nearby. It should belong to a private residence.

The bedroom in the first day of junior high school is a bit more European-style, with murals, architecture, and antiques in the house, showing retro and restrained.

The whole place is glittering with gold, one word: Hao.

But then I thought about the first day of junior high school and felt normal. If this is where Cang Yan lived, it wouldn't be considered a luxury at all.

Just how rich Cang Yan is can be seen from the fact that he gave his nephew a luxury cruise ship without blinking.

Thoughts tossed and turned in my mind countless times, I still decided to leave immediately on the first day of junior high school, not to associate with this person anymore, for fear that my hands would itch, and this mortal's life would be killed by nothing.

After all, mortal bodies are fragile.

But when he was about to leave, he was stopped by Cang Yan.

"Where are you going? It's time to eat."

"Uh, forget it, I'll go home, my sister is very worried about me."

Cang Yan frowned displeased.

When he opened the door on the first day of the new year, he was met with an old orange-peeled face, which scared him to death.

"Mr. Ye should eat first. My Patriarch has been waiting for Mr. Ye early in the morning. Don't disappoint this hospitality."

"I……"

"Also, if Mr. Ye wants to leave, it's better for us to send it. It's a bit far from Longdu City."

First day: "..."

At the dinner table, neither of them communicated.

Chuyi just sat on the chair designated by the butler, and when he sat down in front of his desk, he was taken aback.

"Why are there no chopsticks? And why do I only have porridge?"

The housekeeper explained in time: "This is a spoon specially changed by our Patriarch. The main reason is that Mr. Ye's fingers will be hurt a second time. Besides, Mr. Ye also has a wound on his head. We should avoid some spicy food these days."

For such a small injury, I had to say goodbye to those delicious foods, and I refused in the first day of junior high school.

He wanted to try to refute: "I'm actually pretty good, so there's no need to be so particular about it."

He was about to move a bowl of heavy noodles with chili peppers, but before he stuffed it into his mouth, another big hand took it away.

Chu stared at the noodles and walked away from him.

Cang Yan only said one sentence: "Eat porridge."

First day of junior high school: "Can I refuse?"

Cang Yan raised his eyes: You can try it.

Who is it in the first day of the junior high school, the big monster in the world of cultivating immortals, who has not been provoked by anyone yet.With a little temper, he rolled up his sleeves, and regardless of the surprised expression on the housekeeper's face, he went straight to grab the noodle bowl.

Grab Cang Yan's arm and pull it out. His arm looks the same on the surface, but when the owner actually uses it, he finds that he can't pull it out on the first day of the junior high school!

Chu Yi glared at Cang Yan, and grabbed the noodle bowl in Cang Yan's other hand with all his might.

His eyes were very close to Cang Yan's face, so close that he could clearly see the fluff on that face, as well as a small patch at the end of his left eye, he was startled suddenly: "Your injury?"

Cang Yan didn't speak but the housekeeper was anxious, "Injury? What injury? Patriarch, you are injured! Patriarch, your body is not allowed..."

"Uncle Xu."

Cang Yan lowered his voice very low, stopping what Xu Bo said next.

Uncle Xu also heard the sense of oppression in Cang Yan's tone, and immediately stopped talking.

In the first day of junior high school in a daze, his memory went back to last night. He only remembered that Cang Yan kept silent, resisting himself outside, feeling uncomfortable being pressed against his stomach, and his fingers touched something soft during the struggle.

So, the scar on Cang Yan's face was caused by him?

Feeling inexplicably guilty, he shrank his hands on the first day of the junior high school, so he raised his head and said, "Forget it, I...cough, my young master is in a good mood today, and it's okay to eat porridge occasionally." Naturally, he retreated to his seat, his eyes He glanced randomly, not daring to look at Cang Yan.

With his soft body and warm breath, he felt an inexplicable sense of loss when he moved away from Cang Yan.

Chu took a sip of the bowl of porridge in front of him, his eyelids raised and he looked at Cang Yan quietly, in fact Cang Yan ate very quietly, his gestures were full of beauty.

The hand holding the chopsticks is very beautiful to the naked eye. The blue veins on the hand are connected to the fleshy dimples on the back of the fingers, and they are very powerful when they are loosened.And that three-dimensional handsome face matched with the European-style living room is more vivid and picturesque.

He picks up the vegetables lightly, chewing and chewing the rice fifteen times before swallowing, just like the steps designed by the machine.

Going down the face, the obvious Adam's apple pulsates up and down following the swallowing, which has a kind of seductive sexiness.Especially for Yangou, the first day of junior high school, it is simply too sexy.

In the first day of junior high school, there were mixed feelings in my heart. When I came to this world, I saw this man as more pleasing to the eye. I wanted to have a "sweet" encounter and feel comfortable, but the result...

Alas, it's so hard to be a human being, it's better to be a demon.

On the first day of the lunar new year, he sighed here, and Cang Yan, who had been paying attention, heard him, wiped his mouth and asked, "Have you eaten yet?"

"Huh? Hmm."

"Then come here." He said and lifted his foot to leave.

The dumbfounded Chuyi involuntarily followed. In the corner of the living room, there was what looked like a maid holding a box with a red cross on it.

The maid respectfully gave the box to Cang Yan.

Cang Yan sat on the sofa, and filled the coffee table with iodophor, cotton swabs, gauze, and various scissors and knives, everything was available.

He beckoned to Chuyi: "Come here."

I have nothing to do recently, and I fell in love with novels on the first day of junior high school, especially the kind of novels designed by the king of Tianliang to break the hegemony. I really like it so much.

When seeing Cang Yan waving at will, he can easily act like a novel, and every word and every word is full of dominance.The body in the first year of junior high school was no longer bigger than the brain, so he sat obediently next to him.

Cang Yan untied the gauze and found that it was a little red and swollen and not infected, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

Holding a cotton swab, he applied a layer of yellow-yellow povidone iodine in a strange but gentle manner, and applied some wound medicine that he got from Xu Hanfei.

"Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt."

At this time, the first day of the junior high school is very obedient, looking at Cang Yan softly.

Cang Yan, who lowered his head and wiped the medicine, missed this scene, and seriously changed the gauze on his head, and the wound grew well.

In the future, even if there is a scar, it will be very small, and it will not hinder the sky-defying appearance in the first day of junior high school.

Near the first day of junior high school, Cang Yan noticed that there was an inconspicuous red mole in a corner of the little drunk cat lying on the silkworm, so he couldn't help touching it.

Pricked by the rough touch of Cang Yan's big hand, Chu Yi frowned and slapped his hand away.

"You man, why are your hands so rough?"

"Pain?" Cang Yan asked doubtfully.

The first day of junior high school: "It's okay, it's okay."

Cang Yan stared at his fingers and kept rubbing them, frowning together.

On the first day of the junior high school, he hurriedly got up, "I'm leaving." When he walked to the door, he stopped suddenly, looked at his expression, and said dissatisfiedly, "Tsk, what, in fact, your hands are also quite comfortable." After finishing speaking, like a little The shells rushed out.

Cang Yan on the sofa was taken aback when he heard this, and then the corners of his mouth rose.

How do you describe the picture, it's like a tough guy turned into soft fingers, the gentle township on the hero's grave.

Be as gentle as you can be.

After getting into the car, he took a deep breath before the driver slowly started the car.

It wasn't until I got out of the foot of the mountain that I saw the house from a distance. On the first day of junior high school, I realized how far the old man said it was a little far away.You talk about where it is not good to build, but it is built on the top of the mountain. It takes an hour to go down the mountain, let alone the city.

"Yo, are you back at last?"

Zhang Fanfan has a pig's head on his head, almost scaring away the soul of the first year of junior high school.

"Pfft! Fan'er, what is this?"

"You still have the nerve to laugh. It's not that you don't know that I was raped by your sister. If I didn't slip away so fast, you would have to cry for my brother tomorrow."

"...It's not that serious, is it?"

"Forget it, unless you take brother to fly once, I will consider forgiving you." Zhang Fanfan immediately revived when he mentioned the game, with a face like I wanted to hug my thigh.

The corners of his mouth twitched on the first day of junior high school, that's it?

Being beaten to death by my sister should deserve it.

But I still played games with him in the first day of junior high school.

However, just after going online and entering the game plaza on the first day of junior high school, the voice of the second-handed boy from that day reappeared in all the voices.

On the first day of junior high school, feeling suffocated, he squinted his eyes, and saw the familiar ID at a glance, as well as the krypton gold dress, which was very local and eye-catching.

First day of junior high school: For some reason, I want to beat him up.

A 100-player desert map, a team of four, led Zhang Fanfan on the first day of junior high school, instead of jumping to the city with the other two teammates, he ran to the villa area to play wild.

Almost all the way is Zhang Fanfan, being a medical soldier and carrying bullets.

Fast forward to the final round, the other two players died 800 years ago, and he still didn't kill one of them. He was looking at his other partner and defeated 24 people.

He has an AWM on his back and a child with a gun, no one can stop him.

There are six people left in the game, there are two people besides them, there is no gunfire, it should be a couple.

On the first day of junior high school, I lay on the grass and didn't move.

At this time, Zhang Fanfan said: "Niannian, we seem to have met that guy with the ID "Steel Gun Little Overlord" again. He is shouting in the whole world."

As soon as I opened all the mics in the first few days, I still had the same tone of beating.

"The coercion in front of us is kind of like we will win 1V1."

Turned on all the microphones at one o'clock, and sneered: "Yo, what a coincidence."

Mu Ye, who was sitting in front of the computer with his legs up, heard this familiar voice and tone.

Almost didn't fall on a horse.

The author has something to say: [Small Theater]

"Your hands are too rough." The first day of junior high school who disliked the integrity of his mouth, looked disgusted.

Cang Yan seemed to have dog ears drooping from the top of his head, feeling wronged.

First day of junior high school: "Well, it's actually comfortable."

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