Quick Transmigration, My Royal Highness is a Bit Obedient

When it was about time, Feng Qian came out of the room.

At this time, a lot of people had gathered in the lobby on the first floor.

Men and women are all dressed up.

This party is obviously a small gathering of the upper class.

Feng Qian has never been interested in such parties.

Feng Qian took a few casual glances and then retracted his gaze.

"Shallow."

The girl was stopped.

Feng Yu, dressed in a hand-tailored suit, climbed the stairs slowly.

The person who came was the father of the original owner.

Former President of Country Z.

looks young.

But he was already forty-five years old.

And Feng Qian is now 19 years old.

"dad."

Feng Qian called out softly.

Feng Yu came over with a smile on his face, raised his hand and rubbed the girl's head.

"Our family Qianqian is getting more and more beautiful. Dad almost didn't recognize it just now."

Feng Qian shrewdly blinked.

The tone is also soft: "Dad has always been handsome."

Feng Qian looked behind Feng Yu and asked casually, "Where's Mom?"

The original owner's mother was a very beautiful woman.

The character is graceful, but not weak.

able to stand alone.

The original owner's father was a respected former president in front of outsiders, but he was outrageous in front of his wife.

Very fond of wife.

The original owner grew up eating his parents’ dog food from a young age. It wasn’t until he went to study abroad in junior high school that he saw his parents less often.

Mentioning the original owner's mother, Feng Yu's eyebrows softened.

"Your mother, she went to Yan's house as a guest. She will be back in a while."

"Oh."

Wind nodded.

This party is just entertainment, it has no practical purpose.

Feng Yu took Feng Qian around and recognized the person.

Many people are amazed by the beauty of the girl.

Just right to inherit the best genes from their parents.

Stunningly beautiful.

There were also many rich second-generation nobles at the party.

Someone wants to strike up a conversation.

The wind didn't care.

Just followed Feng Yu to toast to several elders, and then took the car back to the old house.

…

Yan's old house.

A low-key luxury car pulls into the garage.

immediately.

After stopping, the door was opened.

A pair of slender and straight long legs stepped out slowly.

The man in the car lightly placed his fair and slender hand on the door.

A beautiful silver watch is buckled on the delicate wrist bone.

The other party walked out of the car unhurriedly, and closed the door.

There was no expression on her delicate and beautiful face.

The amber eyes were cold and distant.

Long eyelashes hang down slightly.

Every move is elegant.

And a bit of casual rambling.

The man was holding a black briefcase in his right hand, and his fingertips seemed to be hooked at random, but he was not frivolous.

Yan Sheng casually walked to the door.

Face recognition is installed in front of the door.

Yan Sheng stood there casually.

After a few seconds, the door opened.

His eyes fell lightly on the living room on the first floor.

When he saw Father Yan on the sofa, he paused and changed his shoes without any hassle.

Yan Sheng brushed past Yan's father.

But was suddenly called.

"Asheng."

Yan Sheng paused, looked sideways at the other party, and said indifferently, "Is something wrong?"

There was a hint of alienation in his amber eyes.

Father Yan looked at him and sighed slightly.

"A Sheng, the daughter of your Uncle Feng's family just returned to China recently."

Hearing this, Yan Sheng frowned a little impatiently.

Obviously, there is no intention to continue listening.

Father Yan paused and continued: "If you are free, let's meet."

Yan Sheng lowered his eyelashes in silence.

Quietly: "Sorry, the schedule is full."

The words fell, and Father Yan was silent for a while.