Quick Transmigration: I Become Prince Charming

When Ji Rao's bite was connected with a string at the back, and he could not bite it down, he heard Wu Zhaoyun say in a low voice, "I'll help you."

Then he watched Wu Zhaoyun's face come close to him, and then he bit the piece of meat very close to him, gently pulled the hard to part meat and split it.

Wu Zhaoyun suddenly clasps Ji Rao's neck, and then fiercely kisses Ji Rao.

A few foreigners around saw it, and they all laughed and clapped.

Ji Rao blushed and went forward without saying a word.

Wu Zhaoyun was so happy that he couldn't close his mouth. "Ah, Ji Rao, wait for me." Wu Zhaoyun's legs are long. He takes two or three steps to catch up with Ji Rao. Looking at his pink ears, he can't help saying, "ah, what are those foreigners talking about just now? I don't understand

What can we say? Together.

Wu Zhaoyun knew little about Russian, but he could guess what the foreigners were saying just now.

Ji Rao still didn't speak.

"Shy? Ji Rao. "

Ji Rao suddenly stopped, raised his eyes and glared at him. Wu Zhaoyun watched the snow fall. In many days after that, he still remembered that day.

He and Ji Rao were standing in the snow, and the people he didn't know were looking at them with blessing. The boy he liked looked up at him slightly, and his eyes seemed full of stars.

"Give me a piece of paper."

The atmosphere changed too fast, Wu Zhaoyun did not respond, "ah?"

Ji Rao gritted her teeth, "give me a toilet paper."

Wu Zhaoyun found that Ji Rao's mouth was still shining oil.

Wu Zhaoyun

He took out a packet of paper from his pocket and handed it to him. Ji Rao took it and wiped his mouth with a piece of paper. The rest of it was thrown into Wu Zhaoyun's arms and left on his own.

Wu Zhaoyun looks at Ji Rao's back and shakes his head helplessly.

I'm afraid he forgot that not long ago he was afraid of his own death. Now he's really good at it.

However, he still prefers the small things that are fried now to those at that time.

As soon as Wu Zhaoyun caught up with Ji Rao, he saw that Ji Rao's sight was fixed in one place. Wu Zhaoyun looked down and saw a young man in shabby clothes playing saxophone on the street. He closed his eyes and was very intoxicated with the expression on his face. Whether there was an audience or not and whether he had money or not was not a problem for him. He just needed to play his music well. He seemed to be immersed in his own life In the world.

Ji Rao listened for a while, and then showed an expression of distress.

Wu Shaoyun chuckled in a low voice, then took out a wallet from his pocket, took out more than twenty dollars from it and handed them to Ji Rao.

Ji Rao looked at Wu Zhaoyun in amazement. He hesitated for a while, took it over, gently placed it next to the young man, and then left with Wu Zhaoyun quietly.

Ji Rao took a long breath, "I don't want him to give up music, so sometimes it's necessary to help when he can." Ji Rao pauses. "I've seen too many people give up music, mostly because they can't afford it at home. Just It's a pity. "

Because he has accepted this body, his understanding of music is much higher than that of ordinary people. He doesn't want anyone to be forced to give up his hobby, which is too powerless.

Wu Zhaoyun didn't understand music. He just laughed, "if you have time to feel sorry, you'd better put more cash in your pocket. There's no QR code for you to scan."