Quick Transmigration Female Lead: Male God, Never Stopping

Nian An no longer speaks, just sitting quietly.

It's like a really five-year-old kid, just like he is really just strange to the world and doesn't want to talk.

But Luo is very clear, and Nian is not like this.

He doesn't want to talk because he is not introverted, but simple—no, think, say, say.

The car stopped at the traffic lights, and Nian’an seemed to habitually open the window.

In the spring, the air is filled with a touch of grassy fragrance, a season of recovery.

"Wow wow...oh...wow..."

Suddenly, a man in a black trench coat passed through a crowd of vehicles, holding a little girl about three or four years old in his hand.

Followed by a woman in a dress, crying out loudly: "Help, help... Someone robbed my child, help..."

The housekeeper, Xu, frowned. "Miss waited in the car, I will go down and see."

He is not a nosy person, and although A city is now safe for Luo, it is still not absolutely safe.

There are still a lot of things to deal with in the follow-up, and Xu Xu should have sent them to the villa at this time.

But such a scene will eventually create a silhouette.

"No need to."

In the next second, Nian's tenderness sounded slowly with a cold voice. He closed his eyes and seemed to be saying something.

Then he opened the door and walked off the car.

He put his hands in his pockets, his eyes narrowed slightly, and looked at the black man who was rushing toward him.

When the man saw someone in front of him, he took out his knife and yelled: "The little boy gave me off, otherwise don't blame me-"

I don’t know, I only saw the other party’s voice not falling, and suddenly the foot was squatting, and I fell down directly.

The little girl and the knife in the hand have thrown out -

Nian An steadily hugged the little girl who descended from the sky, and another knife was firmly inserted in the windbreaker man's thigh.

"Oh--" everyone in the room took a sip of cold air, and soon people in threes and threes rushed up to subdue men who could not move.

There was no change in the look of Nian An from beginning to end, as if all this happened in his expectation.

The moment he hugged the little girl, his eyes became a little gentle.

The woman in the dress rushed over and took her daughter back, and quickly said: "You are not injured by the children... I really thank you, thank you so much."

"No." Nian An faintly responded to the two words, reopened the door, and sat down with the dusty side.

Lao Xu was shocked, and he didn’t sway for a long time.

"Miss...this..."

"Ah, hahaha, haha--" Luo slammed his mouth and pulled a faint smile: "This... good luck, good luck, just saved people."

"But..." Lao Xu slightly squinted his eyes: "But when the young master got off the bus, it was very... very... very sure!"

Just looking at Ann’s eyes is like knowing what will happen next.

That kind of look, Lao Xu saw it for the first time.

Such eyes, whether it is Du Jiusheng or Luo Qianmu, he has not seen them in them.

"Oh... I cough..." Luo Dingqing cleared the throat and said: "Xu Xu, this child from childhood to great luck is especially good, right! Luck is particularly good...