Quick Transmigration, My Royal Highness is a Bit Obedient

While Yan Sheng was in a daze, Feng Qian had already sat down.

On the table was steaming black rice porridge.

Feng Qian took a sip with a small spoon.

is sweet.

The temperature is just right.

The girl bowed her head and drank the porridge quietly.

Mr. President is also slow and graceful.

He casually asked, "Does Q University have an anniversary celebration?"

Hearing this, Feng Qian stopped drinking the porridge.

The girl raised her eyes and nodded seriously.

"some."

but……

Feng Qian was a little puzzled, why did the debris mention this?

How did he know about the anniversary?

it's wired……

"oh."

Mr. President said calmly.

Continue to drink the porridge in the bowl.

After a while, Yan Sheng asked again: "What's Guaiqian's plan?"

Casual tone.

It's like a casual question.

Feng Qian blinked.

"It's good to participate, I have no plans."

The Mr. President on the opposite side took the last mouthful of porridge and put the spoon back into the bowl.

He lowered his eyelashes.

"Then... is there any dance program?"

Feng Qian looked at Yan Sheng with a strange expression.

How do you feel the fragments are weird?

Still predicting things like a god.

"have."

The wind said lightly.

"Um."

Mr. President replied in a muffled voice.

Slightly restless leaning on the back.

The long legs overlap each other.

Feng Qian looked at Mr. President across the way, and continued to drink his porridge.

After a long time, the person on the opposite side asked in a muffled voice, "Dance, do you want to attend the dance?"

Feng Qian stopped drinking the porridge, and looked up at the person opposite.

He blinked in doubt.

But she replied obediently: "Probably, I might go and have a look."

Ambiguous answer.

Mr. President frowned insignificantly.

so……

Did Kuaiqian agree to that Xia Yang?

After a while.

Yan Sheng's slightly serious eyebrows and eyes relaxed.

Fortunately, he was already prepared.

…

After Feng Qian finished his porridge, Yan Sheng personally sent the girl to school.

Mr. President rolled down the window.

Amber eyes looked at the girl faintly.

"Baby, is there something missing?"

Feng lightly blinked his eyes.

Um?

What's missing?

The girl turned her head and thought for a while.

He looked at the opposite Mr. President again, then leaned over lightly, and smacked the other side of his face.

"Goodbye, brother."

The girl's soft voice is cute.

On the opposite side, Mr. President stretched his brows and eyes, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly.

Gently spit out a few words: "Goodbye, Guaqian."

The girl nodded and walked into the campus with a backpack on her back.

The Mr. President in the car stared at the back of the girl.

Until the other party disappeared from sight.

"Go to the presidential palace."

Yan Sheng said in a deep voice.

His face was as cold and indifferent as ever.

…

…

When going to class, Feng Qian met Xia Yang by coincidence.

This time Feng Qian arrived earlier than the other party.

The warm and sunny boy sat behind Feng Qian.

He was a little curious and asked softly: "Student Feng, what is your relationship with Mr. President?"

That day, after Xia Yang left, he received an official email from the presidential palace.

Let him not spread the news that Mr. President came to Q University to welcome Fengqian.

Xia Yang also checked repeatedly for a long time before confirming that this is indeed an official email.

Therefore, Xia Yang didn't tell his parents when he saw Mr. President himself.

This email is obviously Mr. President's reluctance to let Feng be disturbed because of him.

After all, if everyone knew about the relationship between Mr. President and Feng Qian.

Probably, Feng will also be overwhelmed by this.

Whether it is a fan of Mr. President, or a rich boy who wants to curry favor with Mr. President.

only……

What puzzled Xia Yang was Feng Qian's address to Mr. President.

elder brother……