Quick Transmigration, My Royal Highness is a Bit Obedient

Feng Qian's cheeks were hot.

But the person in front of him, with the same expression as before, said such frivolous words without changing his face, coupled with the clear touch from his palm.

Feng Qian's face was already flushed red.

The boy was in a good mood, he clasped the girl's waist with his fingertips, pulled the little girl into his arms, and gently rested his chin on the other's shoulder.

He opened his lips and said softly, "Don't refuse again, okay?"

This time his tone was much softer, and he hugged the girl in his arms obediently and quietly, as if caring for a rare treasure.

There was deep nostalgia and greed hidden in the dark eyes, and most of these gloomy expressions were covered by the young man's long curly eyelashes.

Feng Qian didn't intend to really refuse.

The piece of His Highness likes her, and he likes His Highness.

There is no reason to refuse.

Thinking of this, the girl compromised: "Okay. You can fall in love early."

"Um."

The boy's tone was light, he hugged the little girl in his arms for a while, then let go, and continued to hold the girl's hand.

"Today, I will take you home."

Chu Chen said it flatly.

Feng Qian didn't express the slightest doubt when the other party said that he wanted to take her home. He didn't see Feng's car, and subconsciously felt that it was Chu Chen who informed Father Feng, so there was no need for the driver to pick her up.

only……

About half an hour later, the teenager drove the car into the garage.

Feng Qian turned his head to look at the boy beside him with no expression on his face, "Didn't you take me home? What are we doing now?"

This is an apartment complex, not very far from the school, and the environment is also very good, with pleasant scenery.

However, this is exactly where Feng Qian wondered.

Chu Chen had already rehearsed the scene of being questioned at this moment many times in his heart. The boy lowered his eyes and bullied him. His slender fingertips slowly unbuckled the girl's seat belt.

He said: "Qianqian's understanding is wrong. The family I'm talking about is not Feng's family."

Feng Qian: "..."

no……

"Does my father know?" Feng Qian wondered.

But after asking, Feng Qian felt that this question was a waste of time. If Father Feng didn't know, it would be impossible for Chu Chen to take her home so openly.

Chu Chen gently pinched the girl's side face with his fingertips, "I told Uncle Feng that during this time, Qianqian is staying at my house, so it is convenient for tutoring."

Of course, the "my family" that Father Feng thought the boy was referring to was the Chu family.

But the place where Chu Chen came with the wind was the apartment where the young man lived alone outside.

Father Feng also hesitated at the beginning, but considering that the little girl was worried about her grades and the college entrance examination was approaching, she agreed.

In his impression, Xiao Chu is also very good, polite and generous, and seems to be good at taking care of others.

In addition, Father Chu and him are old friends, and it is not impossible for his daughter to stay for a few days, so Father Feng agreed without any pressure.

Feng Qian looked at the cold-looking young man in front of him.

Well, it is estimated that Father Feng was also deceived by the appearance of the small fragment.

Sighing slightly, he opened the car door.

The little girl is carrying a schoolbag.

After closing the car door, Chu Chen went around to the other side, and naturally held the girl's hand.

There are old people walking outside the apartment, children playing and playing, and young couples walking together.

When the boy led the girl passing by, everyone who knew Chu Chen greeted him with a smile. When seeing the girl led by the boy, someone jokingly said, "Xiao Chu, the girl is your girlfriend, she looks so pretty."

The usually aloof young man said a soft "um", the expression in his pitch-black eyes was gentle and gentle, inexplicably carrying a bit of the tenderness and tenderness of the quiet years.