The God of Quick Transmigration is on again

Chapter 125 Mr. President, Gently Kiss (16)

"Uh..." Jing Qingran looked sideways at him.

It's strange to say that Jing Qingran is also a woman, and the original owner's body is also a woman. He is so close to her, but his heartbeat does not speed up, nor does he seem to faint...

"In this case..." Jing Qingran looked at him, "Then President, please give me the umbrella. This way, others will not suspect that you are not the President."

How can the president hold an umbrella by himself?Moreover, there is a person walking beside...

Moreover, this person is also the president's bodyguard.

At the very least, this bodyguard should hold an umbrella for the president.

"You're lugging a suitcase," he said.

"It's okay, I still have one free hand." Jing Qingran said, stretching out her free hand.

"I'll just take the umbrella." He said lightly.

"This is not good. Others think that I am the president and you are my bodyguard." Jing Qingran said.

However, Jing Qingran is dragging a suitcase in his hand, the president probably wouldn't drag a suitcase by himself...

"Others don't know who we are," he said.

Why worry about this?

"What if someone knows?" Jing Qingran looked at him sideways, "Others will think that I am not competent as a bodyguard."

"I don't think you're incompetent," he said.

"What I'm saying is that others may think that I'm incompetent." Jing Qingran said.

"Okay, don't worry about it so much," he said.

"President, give me the umbrella." Jing Qingran said.

"Okay, don't talk." His voice was a little cold.

Perhaps, he doesn't like other people's disobedience to him, and he just doesn't like it in his bones!
Whatever he said, no matter what form he said, in fact, they were all indirectly... It could be said to be an order.

Because, he really doesn't like others to defy his will casually.

Jing Qingran pouted.

[Host, please don't say any more, let the master hold the umbrella, let him take it, anyway, you are also dragging a suitcase in your hand...] Jiuye said.

Jing Qingran pouted again.

It was raining all the time, the two of them were walking under the same umbrella, Cholera was holding the umbrella, Jing Qingran was dragging a suitcase, the two of them didn't look like a boss and a subordinate, but more like a pair of friends.

Both of them, in appearance, are men.

Jing Qingran is shorter than him, still shorter than him... However, the original owner's height of 1.7 meters is not much shorter than him, but he is still shorter than him.

Cholera didn't feel unwell, and walked with Jing Qingran for a few minutes.

'Could it be that he doesn't know I'm a woman, so he's not allergic to me? 'Jing Qingran asked.

Jing Qingran still remembered three nights ago, when that Miss Xia wanted to get close to him, his heart beat so fast that he seemed to faint...

This time has passed three days.

[There should be such a possibility. 】 Jiuye nodded and said.

'Jiuye, you know what he's thinking right now? '

[Master's mind, I can't just look at it casually. 】 Jiuye shook her head.

Jing Qingran gritted her teeth.

Shortly after, they walked out of the airport and drove away.

This car was a taxi, the suitcase was placed in the trunk, Jing Qingran sat in the front passenger seat, and Cholera sat in the back.

The driver drives in the driver's seat.

Although Jing Qingran is a bodyguard when he is away from home, he also shoulders the responsibility of an assistant.

(End of this chapter)