Quick Transmigration, My Royal Highness is a Bit Obedient

Feng Qian squinted his eyes expressionlessly.

My heart is about to explode.

Yin Yaoyao?

The scumbag's sweetheart?

Wasn't she with Xiang Beichi? Why did she provoke the fragments? !

System: "I forgot to tell the host that Yin Yaoyao has been secretly in love with His Highness's fragment for a long time."

Feng lightly frowned.

In other words, Xiang Beichi is just Yin Yaoyao's backup.

"Also, in the original plot, the fragments did not come to the original owner for the coming-of-age ceremony. There was no such thing in the first place. Now, because of the arrival of the host, many things have changed."

Feng Qian lowered his head and pursed his lips.

"What did Yin Yaoyao do to the fragments?"

System: "I added Immortal Dance to the shards of wine."

Then, the system Balabala gave Feng Qian a popular science.

...

Feng Qian entered the clubhouse, and found the rest of the wine that Ji Mian drank before according to the system prompts.

The girl's white fingers gently raised the wine glass, walked to the bar with no expression on her face, took an empty wine glass, and poured the wine into it.

Feng Qian casually threw the original glass of wine into the trash can.

The girl in the wine-red evening dress has a delicate face, and those beautiful and soft eyes make people feel cold and bone-chilling for no reason at this moment.

Someone wants to talk to you.

But the girl's aura is too strong.

They also just think about it.

As soon as Yin Yaoyao came out of the bathroom, she was blocked by Feng Qian.

Feng Qian locked the door expressionlessly.

Yin Yaoyao was a little scared, but the arrogance in her bones did not allow her to back down in front of the girl.

She raised her chin: "You must be sick! Do you know who I am?"

Feng Qian raised his eyebrows: "Oh? Who are you?"

Yin Yaoyao raised her voice a little: "I... I am the school girl of Didu Middle School! If you offend me, those men who admire me will not let you go!"

Yin Yaoyao knew that the Yin family would not be able to gain much ground in the circle of high society, her confidence could only come from her appearance.

At least, she still has this beautiful and charming face.

Is not it?

Feng Qian squinted his eyes and raised his feet to approach the other party.

Yin Yaoyao was so frightened by the girl's aura that she fell to the ground.

Feng Qian stopped a step away from Yin Yaoyao.

The girl is condescending, her beautiful eyes are indifferent and alienated.

"You shouldn't, coveting someone you shouldn't want."

Being pointed out by the girl face to face, Yin Yaoyao felt guilty, she replied tremblingly: "I didn't succeed again!"

Feng Qian snorted.

"If you got your way, you wouldn't be talking to me comfortably here."

Yin Yaoyao: "..."

Comfortable?

This is called comfortable? !

For some reason, Yin Yaoyao suddenly felt that the girl in front of her was terrifying.

The girl was wearing a wine-red evening dress, revealing an unbelievably white skin.

very beautiful.

At this moment, he looked like a night elf who came out of Shura from hell.

Indifferent to the extreme.

In Yin Yaoyao's eyes, all these turned into fear.

Feng Qian shook the wine glass in his hand, raised his eyebrows and looked at Yin Yaoyao.

"This wine, remember?"

Yin Yaoyao froze for a moment before realizing the meaning of Feng Qian's words.

She suddenly widened her eyes.

"It's a pity to throw away the ingredients you added yourself." The girl frowned delicately, looking very conflicted.

Yin Yaoyao's face was pale, and she took a few steps back in fear.

Her legs were already weak, and she couldn't even stand up.

Feng Qian bent down and put the wine glass to Yin Yaoyao's lips, "You put it yourself, you should drink it yourself."

Yin Yaoyao turned her head, a trace of resentment flashed in her eyes.

She turned her head abruptly, raising her hand to knock over the wine glass in Feng Qian's hand.

And Feng Qian was faster than her.

The girl easily avoided Yin Yaoyao, her white fingers pinched the wine glass and drew a beautiful arc in the air.

The girl leaned over slightly, with an indifferent expression: "You are not good."