Quick Transmigration, My Royal Highness is a Bit Obedient

Feng Qian glanced at Yan Sheng.

The girl's voice was soft: "But... my father didn't say that he would let me live at my brother's house."

Butler Yi didn't mention this.

so……

Feng Qian blinked his eyes and looked at Mr. President with a calm face.

Yan Sheng unhurriedly took out his phone and lowered his eyes.

While sliding the screen, he said casually: "Well. I forgot to notify."

With that said, he got on the phone.

Yan Sheng announced in a flat voice: "These days, Qianqian is staying at my house. Please let Housekeeper Yi inform Uncle Feng when you have time, so that the two of them don't have to worry."

Steward Yi listened to the phone, his eyes flashed with surprise.

Then, he politely replied: "Okay, Mr. President."

hang up the phone.

Yan Sheng turned his head to look at the girl, and said in a flat tone, "Now, the notification is over."

Feng Qian: "..."

The girl stared at the fragment for a while before looking back.

Well.

I always feel a weird feeling...

Yan Sheng did not bring Feng Qian back to Yan's old house, but brought the girl to his private villa.

This is where Yan Sheng always lives.

And it was a pure accident to go back to Yan's old house that day.

After the car parked in the garage, Yan Sheng took the girl out of the car.

Opened the door and entered the villa.

The decoration in the villa is simple style, black and white tones.

It is very similar to the cold and indifferent temperament of Mr. President.

Yan Sheng brought Feng Qian to his room.

Mr. President opened the door, took the girl's hand and walked in.

He glanced sideways at the girl.

With a clear and pleasant voice: "Guy Qian, let's play here for a while."

"Um?"

Feng lightly blinked his eyes.

Play?

playing what?

Well.

Shards really treated her like a child.

Feng Qian's face was tensed, expressionless.

Still nodded obediently.

"oh."

The girl's beautiful eyes scanned the surroundings of the room.

It is consistent with the overall decoration style of this villa.

Feng Qian took a few glances, then obediently sat on the chair beside her.

The girl looked up at Mr. President who was opposite.

He tilted his head slightly.

"Is brother not busy?"

Counting it, it has been a long time since picking her up to returning after dinner.

Feng Qian wondered.

Is the president always free?

The opposite, Mr. President, took a leisurely glance at the girl.

There was a calm look in the amber eyes.

He said softly, "Today is a day off."

Feng Qian blinked, and said "oh" obediently again.

Yan Sheng looked at the girl, and walked slowly to the bed.

He lightly raised his fingertips and slowly loosened his tie with an elegant and slow movement.

Those white and slender hands seemed to be completing a fine work of art.

After untiing his tie, Mr. President took off his suit jacket with a calm expression.

The white shirt inside was exposed.

Missing the black coat.

The strict and indifferent Mr. President has a little more carelessness between his eyebrows and eyes.

Feng Qian opened his eyes, staring blankly at the other party's actions.

Yan Sheng saw the girl in a daze.

He couldn't help but move his foot closer.

Mr. President, wearing a white shirt, walked in front of the girl with an elegant and casual posture.

Bending slightly.

A clear and elegant breath rushed over.

Yan Sheng's amber eyes were slightly dark as he stared at Feng Qian.

half an hour.

Slowly raised his hand and rubbed the girl's head.

His voice was hoarse and pleasant: "My dear, stay here obediently."

After a pause, he continued, "Brother, go take a shower first."

Feng Qian: "?"

The girl froze for a while.

"Should I... want to avoid it?"

Feng Qian's dark eyes glanced at the closed door.

The Mr. President in front of him was silent for a moment, and said casually: "No need."