Quick Transmigration: Male Lead, You’re Overpowered?

Aunt Zhang didn't understand what A Zhao said.

Maybe it's because it's rare for a stranger to come here, but she was very interested in gossip and pulled A Zhao, advising her as if she had come here: Miss Xu, let me tell you, Master Xiao Yan has always been so cold and unreasonable. Yes. Everyone knows that he is here...

She nodded her head, and said mysteriously: There is a problem.

Seeing Ah Zhao looking at her, Aunt Zhang straightened up with a little pride, and said with a heart-to-heart look: Miss Xu, I know that you are a graduate of a famous university, and you have received a very high salary from your wife. But, the young master Like that, it's useless for anyone...

Ah Zhao was very upset when she heard such words, but seeing Aunt Zhang's age, it was hard to say anything about her, so she could only urge her to get the food ready.

Aunt Zhang watched Ah Zhao go upstairs, then turned around and chatted with another maid again.

This time, the object of the gossip was replaced by Azhao, and Aunt Zhang's expression also showed two contempt:

Are you talking about a student from a prestigious university? Dressed in that way, did you see when she came? She put on heavy makeup and her clothes are so short. If my daughter looks like that, I won't beat her to death...

Ah Zhao didn't know that she had become someone else's talking point, so she came upstairs with the dinner plate in a good mood.

Xiao Yan really obediently squatted at the door waiting for her.

Ah Zhao saw that he looked quite calm, and asked tentatively: Would Xiao Yan invite the teacher into the room for dinner?

Xiao Yan didn't speak.

Well, Ah Zhao knows. When the male protagonist doesn't speak, he mostly expresses his refusal.

She glanced left and right, found a stool, put the dinner plate on it, and sat down cross-legged on the ground.

Xiao Yan glanced at her and started to eat silently.

Azhao started chatting with him, from what do you like to eat to what do you want to learn to what do you like to play...

Xiao Yan was silent the whole time without any response.

After he put down his chopsticks and wiped the corners of his mouth with a paper towel, he looked at A Zhao.

You can't talk about food. He said lightly.

Ah Zhao was at a loss for a moment: Why did you wait until I finished speaking so much before reminding me? ? ?

Xiao Yan looked at A Zhao's black and white eyes, which were a little at a loss, and he could see the emotions in them at a glance.

As if his gaze had been stabbed, he lowered his head with a trace of disgust in his heart.

Oh, are you still pretending to be innocent in front of him?

Really treat him as a boy who doesn't know anything?

He suddenly lost his appetite and put down the chopsticks in his hand: I'm full.

A Zhao looked at Xiao Yan with a dazed expression and slammed the door shut.

She asked the system in a daze: What's wrong with the male lead?

White marshmallow flashed white light on the system, as if it was looking up information, and it took a while before it replied: It is said that teenagers in adolescence have relatively large mood swings, and it is normal to be moody.

Ah Zhao nodded knowingly.

in the room.

Xiao Yan gently leaned against the door, thinking about the reaction of the woman outside the door.

Is it as if nothing happened, or becomes angry from embarrassment?

Soon, there was a knock on his door.

Are you so restless? Xiao Yan suddenly felt a little bored.

The next moment, Ah Zhao's voice came in from outside the door:

Xiao Yan, even if you don't want to answer, you still have to take out the leftovers, and put them in the room with a strong smell.

Xiao Yan: ...

A Zhao continued to exhort solemnly: Also, remember to brush your teeth...

Xiao Yan: ...