Quick Transmigration Female Lead: Male God, Never Stopping

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Early the next morning, Luo Dingchen was awakened by the trick of ink-stained sorghum.

Because their WeChat group ‘school fans’ little fans’ gave her accurate information.

Wen Yanchen went to KFC for breakfast this morning and must set off quickly.

KFC... Isn't it the breakfast shop she often goes to?

Every time I go to buy, I can't buy KFC, which is a French-style sesame seed cake. Jujube soy milk is often not available!

However, probably because she went later. KFC is very close to the school and is basically bought by early students.

"I said I dyed!"

"Ah? What happened?"

"I saw Weibo last night to see the early morning, you called me up at six o'clock today! Are you a spy sent by the enemy?"

Difficult and sleepy, it is really sleepy!

"Of course not!" Ink dyed her hands and looked at her in an eleven-faced look: "In college, enjoying school grass is a compulsory course. If you want to succeed in school, you must know the latest trends in school grass!"

"..." Luo Ding always feels that something is wrong, but feels powerless to refute.

KFC lining up to buy breakfast is much more than usual. Looking at the eyes of everyone, you can see the position of Wen Yanchen.

He is paying the bill in the first window.

Luo smashed his eyes and saw that he was slightly lifted and focused, and he could not help but be a little fascinated.

Even the ink dyed around her has gone to the position, she did not find it.

until--

"Hey--" The sound of special care in the phone sounded.

QQ message from someone.

Half a temperate: Do you have breakfast together? I bought the breakfast you didn't buy last time at the store where you often go.

A thought of dust: the voice of the people, the breakfast under the eyes?

"Small dumping, small tilting--" Someone is quietly chatting in QQ, and did not hear ink dyed calling her.

did not expect--

"Luo Dust -"

The next second, her eyebrows trembled. I looked at the direction of ink dyeing, and at this time, Wen Yanchen looked in her direction.

Luo dusted away in the direction of ink dyeing, and he also walked in the direction of her.

Holding a tray in my hand, it was natural to walk behind her.

The surrounding people thought that Wen Xuecao was looking for a place to sit down, and they were all thinking about whether the school grass would be around themselves or next door.

Unexpectedly...

He sat directly next to her in the moment when Luo was sitting in the dust.

When she felt that the familiar voice flashed from the left, the whole person turned around and said nervously: "You...you...you..."

Wen Yanchen smiled politely at the ink dyed smile: "Excuse me, what do you want to eat, I will help you buy it."

? ? ?

At this moment, the ink dye is completely a slap in the face. The mouth was open and closed, and it was closed again. Finally, I took a deep breath: "What do you want to eat, I... I will buy it! I will buy it!"

As soon as the voice fell, the ink dyed suddenly got up and walked toward the ordering table.

While walking, he muttered to himself, and the whole person was completely in a state of being stimulated by the superficial layer of the brain.

"Warming the Great God, you scared our house." Luo Dust was a little embarrassed to touch the ear, then said: "I feel that after today, I should become the public enemy of the whole school..."

How do you think that Wen Yanchen really must be - intentional!

"It doesn't matter." He took the jujube soymilk from the tray and placed it in front of her. The beautiful nephew looked at her with a shimmer of shimmer: "I will protect you."