Quick Transmigration, My Royal Highness is a Bit Obedient

Like an extremely light feather, slipping from the tip of my heart.

Feng Qian blinked in confusion.

Suddenly being carried by the other party like this, hugging the waist.

He threw his head into the opponent's arms.

Feng Qian raised his head.

There was a bit of bewilderment in the pitch-black eyes.

Yan Sheng looked down at the girl.

The light in his amber eyes couldn't help but be a bit deep.

In a very good mood, he said: "In this way, Kuaiqian will be very safe."

It won't be unsteady, and it won't be too uncomfortable.

very good.

Feng Qian always felt that something was weird.

But……

There was no other emotion in the other party's amber eyes.

Faint eyes.

Um.

It's brother.

Feng Qian buried his head back in the fragment's arms again, and said softly, "Yes. Thank you, brother."

Yan Sheng's eyes fell on the girl, and he couldn't help but fell into deep thought.

he thought.

Being so innocent, she can't be abducted by other boys.

Thinking about this, the elevator door opened with a ding.

Feng Qian got up from Yan Sheng's arms.

The little hand also loosened the opponent's waist.

Yan Sheng looked down.

The girl let go of her waist, suddenly it seemed...something was missing.

Mr. President narrowed his eyes, and held the girl's fingers again.

The two stepped out of the elevator.

Yan Sheng led the girl into the reserved box.

This time, Mr. President sat next to the girl.

Instead of sitting across from each other like when we first met.

After sitting down.

Yan Sheng looked sideways at the girl next to him, and said softly, "Give me my brother's mobile phone."

Feng Qian nodded, and after unlocking it with his fingerprint, he obediently handed over the phone.

Yan Sheng took the phone from the girl.

Mr. President lowered his eyes.

The slender eyelashes hang down, looking great.

The slender, fair fingers slid the screen unhurriedly, typing something.

After a while, Yan Sheng returned the phone to Feng Qian.

"Hey, if you encounter anything in the future, you should call your brother first."

Yan Sheng looked at the girl with a serious tone.

Feng Qian took the phone, opened the address book and looked at it.

There is one more contact.

The note is - brother.

"Um."

Feng Qian responded, and slowly put the phone back.

After a while, the dishes were brought up.

Feng Qian bowed his head and ate the food.

Yan Sheng didn't eat much, and from time to time put some food in the girl's bowl.

so that...

Feng Qian was a little full in the end.

Here, Mr. President slowly wiped his fingers with a napkin.

Turning his head again, his eyes fell on the girl.

Yan Sheng smiled lightly.

Still the same as that day, the child's mouth was stained with sauce again.

He unhurriedly took out a napkin, and said to Fengqian: "My dear, turn your head around."

Light tone.

Feng Qian turned his head obediently.

Yan Sheng raised one hand and gently pinched the girl's chin.

Lift up slightly.

Amber eyes looked at the girl's cheek calmly.

Then, slowly wiped off the sauce on the girl's lips and side face with a napkin.

Be gentle.

When it was almost wiped, Yan Sheng put down the napkin in his hand.

The warm fingertips gently pressed against the side of the girl's face, slowly rubbed it, and then wiped the corners of her lips.

Feng Qian was stunned.

The eyes of the man who wiped off the sauce for the girl just now were as calm and indifferent as ever.

The tone is the same as before: "Okay. This way, it's not like a little cat."

Feng Qian was a little taken aback.

It was obviously a bit of a joke.

But……

There is never a hint of irony when it comes from the mouth of a shard.

Like telling the facts calmly.

It seems that, not only that, even if the other party did something excessive, it would give people an illusion - what he did was taken for granted, as it should be.