Quick Transmigration, My Royal Highness is a Bit Obedient

It was almost time before Feng Qian came out of the room.

At this time, many people had already gathered in the lobby on the first floor.

Men and women are all dressed up.

This evening party is obviously a small gathering of the upper class.

Feng Qian has never been interested in such parties.

Feng Qian only glanced casually for a few times before looking away.

"Shallow."

The girl was called.

Feng Yu, who was wearing a custom-made suit, climbed up the stairs slowly.

The person who came was the father of the original owner.

The former president of country Z.

looks young.

But he is already forty-five years old.

And Feng Qian is now 19 years old.

"dad."

Feng Qian called softly.

Feng Yu walked over with a smile on his face, raised his hand and rubbed the girl's head.

"Our Qianqian family is getting more and more beautiful. Dad almost didn't recognize it just now."

Feng Qian blinked obediently.

The tone is also obedient: "Dad has always been handsome."

Feng Qian looked behind Feng Yu, and asked casually, "Where's mother?"

The original owner's mother was an extremely beautiful woman.

The character is natural and generous, but not weak.

Be able to stand alone.

The original owner's father was a respected former president in front of outsiders, but he was obedient in front of his wife.

Extremely doting on his wife.

The original owner grew up eating dog food from his parents. It wasn't until he went abroad to study in junior high school that he saw his parents less often.

When mentioning the original owner's mother, Feng Yu's brows and eyes softened.

"Your mother, she is going to Yan's house as a guest, and she will probably be back in a while."

"Oh."

Feng Qian nodded.

The party was an entertainment, without any practical purpose.

Feng Yu led Feng Qian around and recognized the person.

Many people marveled at the girl's beauty.

Just right to inherit the best genes from their parents.

Stunningly beautiful.

There were also quite a few wealthy second-generation princes at the party.

Someone wants to strike up a conversation.

Feng Qian ignored it.

He only followed Feng Yu to toast the elders, and then took the car back to the old house.

…

Yan's old house.

A low-key luxury car pulls into the garage.

immediately.

After stopping, the door was opened.

A pair of slender and straight legs stepped out slowly.

The white and slender hands of the man in the car rested lightly on the door.

A beautiful silver watch is buckled on the delicate wrist bone.

The other party got out of the car unhurriedly, and closed the door behind him.

There is no expression on the exquisite and beautiful face.

The amber eyes were cold and distant.

The long eyelashes drooped slightly.

Every movement is very elegant.

There is also a bit of carelessness.

The man is holding a black briefcase in his right hand, and his fingertips seem to be hooked randomly, but he is not frivolous.

Yan Sheng casually walked to the door.

Face recognition is installed in front of the door.

Yan Sheng stood there casually.

After a few seconds of pause, the door opened.

His eyes lightly fell on the living room on the first floor.

When he saw Yan's father on the sofa, he paused, and put on his shoes leisurely.

Yan Sheng walked past Yan's father.

But suddenly he was called.

"A Sheng."

Yan Sheng paused, looked sideways at the other party, and said indifferently, "What's the matter?"

There was a hint of alienation in his amber eyes.

Father Yan looked at him and sighed slightly.

"A Sheng, the daughter of your Uncle Feng's family has just returned to China."

Hearing this, Yan Sheng frowned impatiently.

Obviously, there was no intention of continuing to listen.

Father Yan paused for a moment, then continued: "I'm free, let's meet up."

Yan Sheng lowered his eyelashes in silence.

Softly: "Sorry, the schedule is full."

After the words fell, Father Yan was silent for a while.