Mie Shiwen's male protagonist can read minds [Quick Transmigration]

Duo Yao has an outstanding appearance, and a slight bend of his lips can make the whole face dazzling, but the expression of frowning and puzzled like now is simply showing that something is wrong on his face.

Guo Hao glanced around at the first time, turned around a few times and found nothing wrong, so he lowered his voice and said, "Ah Yao, is there anything wrong?"

Duo Yao's complexion was slightly condensed, and there was a hint of coldness in his gentle and peaceful face. The coldness was fleeting, like a piece of snow melting water, and blended into the delicate eyebrows to hide all the clues.

He glanced over the shadows of trees in the distance as if there was nothing in the water, and shook his head towards Guo Hao: "There is nothing wrong."

After speaking, he took the luggage and walked towards the villa: "The environment here is really good, thank you for your hard work."

Guo Hao didn't care: "How many times have you said your kind words, and I'm going to be angry if you say anything else."

He chased after him in a few steps: "When you pack up, I'll take you to my villa and give you a spare key by the way. Forget about the old house first. It's mainly in my own name."

Duo Yao laughed: "Which friend will ask for the key to the other's old house."

Guo Hao waved the car keys, didn't care about his slip of the tongue, but glanced at the old Wen's house where he could see the corner of the house, and said in a worried tone: "Tell you, I really want to avoid the big family on weekdays. A few years ago, I felt that Wen Jue was the only one who was normal, but now it's hard to say."

Duo Yao's brows and eyes twitched slightly: "A family, even if you have inherited mental illness, everyone can't have it, right?"

Guo Hao waved his hand: "If that's the case, at least there is an obvious reason, but their personalities don't know how to get together."

Duo Yao was thoughtful: "Understood, I will pay attention."

After Guo Hao finished exhorting, he didn't put his mind on it. Although the neighbor next door is not easy to provoke, the other party probably doesn't have the heart to pay attention to a neighbor.

Infighting is enough for them to spend their minds.

Guo Hao entered the room and sat down comfortably on the sofa: "Do you want me to help?"

That's what he said, but he didn't have the slightest intention to get up. The room was so clean that he didn't dare to stay in the first day of junior high school, so he didn't need help.

While familiarizing himself with the furniture, Duo Yao replied, "No, just sit down."

Guo Hao was not polite at all. He turned on the phone that had been vibrating just now, and a series of small group messages popped up. He raised his eyebrows and flipped through it to know what the group of guys were talking about. .

He looked up at the young man who was arranging things, bowed his head and replied: "I promised, I promised, don't ask."

The group was quiet for a while, and suddenly several messages popped up.

Uncle Jiang: "Is the time set?"

Ye Zi: "Has the location been decided?"

Lu: "You really agreed?"

Guo Hao raised his eyebrows and typed: "I can still lie to you, so keep one or two at that time."

Even though he knew that these guys had a sense of proportion, but when he thought of those out-of-shape appearances in the past, he still emphasized it angrily.

Several people were joking, but Guo Hao asked casually: "Ah Yao, what do you want to have for dinner?"

Duo Yao opened the refrigerator and casually replied: "I have nothing to taboo, you just make up your mind."

Guo Hao shouted, "Then I'll come pick you up the day after tomorrow."

Duo Yao was absent-minded: "OK."

He took out a bottle of cold soda from the refrigerator, turned around and threw it to Guo Hao, opened a bottle by himself and asked hesitantly, "Have you seen that Wen Jue next door before?"

Guo Hao was very surprised: "Are you interested in him?"

Duo Yao looked calm: "A little bit, after all, we are neighbors."

Guo Hao had disbelief written all over his face, he and the other party were still roommates, if he hadn't introduced himself at that time, Duo Yao probably wouldn't have taken the initiative to ask about deeper things about him.

But that's nothing to compare to either.

Guo Hao shrugged: "I only met a few times when I was young, and the rest is what I told you."

Duo Yao let out a "huh" and thought: I always feel that this person has some indescribable connection with me.

But the thought was so weak that Duo Yao couldn't find out what it was, so he temporarily suppressed it in his heart and stopped thinking about it.

And the other side.

Because Wen Jue rarely spent the night in the old house, several people in the house went out early in the morning to find errands, so they didn't really want to confront him.

And Sheng Miaoxuan was sitting on the sofa in the hall, brushing his phone carelessly, looking upstairs from time to time, time passed, and there was still no movement upstairs.

Her mind is not on the phone, and after a long time, she gets annoyed when she sees the phone.

Sheng Miaoxuan turned off the phone with a wrinkled face, because he was suppressing his small thoughts, his throat felt a little uncomfortable, and he was restless for several hours, but he still couldn't hold back and asked the housekeeper in a low voice: "Did brother not come down all this time?"

The butler's temples were gray and his face was cold. Hearing this, he glanced at Sheng Miaoxuan in surprise.

Sheng Miaoxuan was a little guilty by this stare, and glared at him dissatisfied: "May I ask you something?"

She has been guarding here all morning, so it's hard not to suspect that the other party is really at home?

The housekeeper bowed his head: "Yes, the eldest young master has not come down."

Sheng Miaoxuan waved away the housekeeper impatiently, sat up straight, blushed a little, and stood up after thinking for a while with a spring feeling.

She couldn't bear it anymore.

Her future has been far from her childhood hopes since she entered the Wen family, and Wen Jue, who is now in power, is the most perfect man she has ever seen.

As for the subtle and hostile relationship, she can't be ranked, because her mother is in front of her.

This kind of inner comfort has been done a lot, Sheng Miaoxuan picked up the fruit platter that he had been tossing all morning and went upstairs.

The butler, who had been quiet all this time, saw this scene with disgust in his eyes.

Wen Jue stood in front of the window for a long time, her eyes darkened and darkened, her handsome face seemed to be coiled with blackness, trying to drag him down, but she couldn't help being repelled.

The knock on the door interrupted his thoughts, Wen Jue frowned and turned his head slightly: "Who?"

"It's me, brother." A soft female voice came, and Wen Jue's face turned cold instantly, and the familiar feeling of nausea from this life surged into his heart again.

The door was opened, Sheng Miaoxuan looked up happily: "Brother..."

She swallowed the rest of the words abruptly.

Even the whole person took a step back because of an inexplicable premonition, her pink face turned pale, her lips moved slightly, but there was no sound.

The man has cold brows and eyes, and his handsome and flawless face is naturally dazzling, but once anger arises, his face, which is as flawless as a knife and axe, is doused with a cold and sinister arrogance. This aura has been pampered for many years. Can't bear it.

She was frightened.

Some impressions will fade due to multiple psychological hints, but a glance from a distance is far less real than a direct face.

Sheng Miaoxuan shook her hands a few times: "Brother, fruit."

Wen Jue lowered her head, the girl's face was full of familiar greed, she still refused to give up even if she backed away and shook her hands, she was exactly the same disgusting as her mother in her bones.

No matter how innocent it looks, what is wrapped inside is disgusting evil.

Wen Jue sneered: "What should you call me?"

Sheng Miaoxuan turned pale: "...Eldest Young Master."

She watched the man casually glanced at her, as if looking at a doll that had been studied countless times, the playful and cold gaze made her shudder.

Even so, another wave of excitement still rose uncontrollably under the fear.

so perfect.

If she could play with such a man in the palm of her hand, she would be more excited than anything else.

Wen Jue could tell what she was thinking with just one glance. A memory that was too far away emerged from the memories of previous lives. He narrowed his eyes dangerously: "If there is another time, get out of Wen's house."

His rare interest in this life has almost dissipated when he saw the young man next door. Compared with dealing with these people, he can't wait to study the only accident.

Sheng Miaoxuan was finally a little scared, she stopped talking with a pale face, and the faint patience of the man before seemed to have disappeared today.

Until the door was closed, she thought about the windows and binoculars she saw just now from the corner of her eye, stuffed an apple into her mouth, and thought about it carefully.

That direction seems to be next door?

She has nothing to fear, does she?Anyway, she survived the worse days.

It's just that people who have been pampered for many years may not be as hard-working as they thought.

……

It took Duo Yao a long time to be sure that he should be dreaming now.

He sank in a dream with a vague consciousness, and was dragged downward by a force. At the moment when he thought he was going to suffocate, he was pushed upward again, and then he suddenly woke up!

He looked down at the wet paint tray, next to the painting bucket, and the brush in his hand fell into the bucket at some point.

Duo Yao remembered that he was painting, and was a little puzzled: Did the painting fall asleep in a daze?

Then he raised his head and froze.

The gorgeous colors on the canvas turned into pitch black, and in the gloomy tone, the outline of the man's face was outlined with bright colors. With a few strokes, only the outline of a profile was outlined.

From this, it can also be seen that the man has a good foundation. The problem is that Duo Yao has no impression of this man.

He looked at the painting in thought, his curled eyelashes half covered his beautiful eyes, and frowned at the painting for a long time.

In the quiet studio, it seems that another kind of creature has invaded. The suitable temperature in the room is gradually decreasing, and the beautiful scenery outside the window is like an inappropriate filter, which looks very false under the bright light.

Duo Yao's eyelashes trembled slightly, without making a sound.

A piece of ice was pasted on the back, as if someone gently hugged the young man from behind.

Duo Yao's heart was unexpectedly calm, while he secretly wondered about his weird state of mind, while worrying about this existence that seemed to be entangled with him.

Whether it's a ghost or a demon, it's not very good.

There was a layer of coolness in the ears, and a raw and hoarse laughter came: "Does it look good?"

Duo Yao secretly exerted strength, but relaxed when he found that it was not moving at all, and commented calmly: "The outline is not bad."

The young man's calm performance seemed to please him, and the deep laughter came again, this time the voice was naturally much smoother: "You are the prettiest."

When the words fell, the lips were pecked.

Until the temperature in the room recovered, the coldness on the lips still persisted, Duo Yao wiped his lower lip lightly, and his movements were calm.

He knew this thing was up to no good!

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