Quick Transmigration: I Become Prince Charming

He went back to his room and just got to the bed when he heard the door click.

It's locked.

Ji Rao is lying on the bed, suddenly feel uninteresting, "000?"

000 happened to be there, and there was a cold "um".

"Can you show me a little movie?"

"Little movie?"

Ji Rao at the critical moment strained his own set, "is the movie, I lie here, nothing to do, very boring."

"Oh, you're really asking the right question. Only my super mecha can show you movies in your mind."

When he was looking for a movie, he didn't forget to remind him, "you have surveillance in this room."

"Well, I know."

In the end, he planed out an anti Japanese war movie for him, and the whole movie was the sudden sound of machine guns in two hours.

At noon, the housekeeper came again and told him to have lunch. After dinner, he came up and locked the door, as usual at night.

Jirao is like a pig in captivity.

After a week, Ji Rao almost finished all the movies he could find, and he was about to throw up again.

Occasionally he would touch his stomach. He could see that his round stomach bulged slightly.

The man flipped through the surveillance record.

Ji Rao is lying in bed every day and does nothing else. He doesn't even change the direction of his eyes for a long time. He never goes out of the house except for eating. Because of the man's orders, all the maids won't talk to Ji Rao. Even the housekeeper just reminds him that it's time to eat. Ordinary people in such a situation has long been unable to stand lonely, but Ji Rao is like a nobody.

Of course, it doesn't rule out that Ji Rao has already suffered from depression. He is quiet on the surface, but in fact, he has long been desolate in his heart.

At night, the man went home.

Waste eight a lot of things to him to deal with, especially that empty reputation but no ability to do things woman, it let him go to the trouble.

Although the abolition of eight is very wasteful, but the polarization is still very serious, at least like men, in the abolition of eight may not be worse than Bayes.

Click.

The door opened.

Ji Rao is watching a tomb robbing movie. The protagonists are opening a coffin that has been hung up.

Suddenly a shadow cover down, Ji Rao directly scared a spirit.

He sat up abruptly.

The man clearly saw Ji Rao's fear in his eyes. The appearance of the shivering, frightened little beast moved the man's heart. The more beautiful and weak, the more can arouse people's desire for destruction.

The man reached out and gently touched Ji Rao's blonde hair, like Ji Rao's action when he touched Xiaobai, "scared?"

Familiar voice.

It's the man who brought him back.

Ji Rao gave a vague hum.

"What have you done these days?"

Be a JB. I don't know what I did?

"Nothing."

The man's clear-cut face line softened a little, the corner of the mouth curved a not obvious radian, "really good."

Ji has goose bumps all over her body.

Pervert.

"When will you let me go back?"

"Go back?"

"If I don't go back, my brother will worry about me."

The man touched his face and asked patiently, "why should I let you go?"

"I'll give you all the money when I get back."

The man laughed, "I said, I'm not a good man, I can't do good." He lowered his head, and Ji Rao close to the nose, "I bought you, you are mine."