Quick Transmigration: The Villain’s Sweet Wife

The closet is huge and there are a lot of clothes in it.

Kwon Nai turned black.

What kind of stuff is this? One piece is cooler than one piece.

Now in this world, just a few pieces of cloth can be called clothes?

After flipping around and searching for a full half an hour, Kwon Nai reluctantly chose a miniskirt with an umbilical **** it.

Although the collocation is not good-looking, it can barely be regarded as a set of normal clothes anyway.

The original owner's figure is very good, and the tight sling outlines her beautiful figure.

The short skirt is really short, and if the action is bigger, the spring will come out.

Quan Nai actually didn't care much at first, but the original owner's body was not particularly good. Si Jue hadn't fallen in love with her yet, so naturally he wouldn't feel sorry for her.

There is little restraint in doing some things.

Can take half of her life away.

Kwon Na simply took the sheet and wrapped it around him and went downstairs.

Si Jue was sitting at the dining table, looking at the morning paper, with a cup of coffee in front of him.

Quan Nai opened the chair and sat down, tore some bread, and asked casually, "Does Mr. Si Jue only drink coffee in the morning?"

"Distressed?"

Quan Nai felt that Si Jue's eyes had been looking at her as he raised his eyes.

The man took a sip of coffee very normally, seeming to stare at the morning paper intently.

"No matter what..."

"Ahem!"

The butler behind him coughed violently, turned away Kona’s gaze unnaturally, and said embarrassingly, "My throat is a little uncomfortable."

Kwonna: Sample.

"Then... I'll do it for you?"

"Cough cough cough cough cough!" The housekeeper was about to cough up his lungs, his face was red, and he was really choked with saliva behind him and coughed a few times, almost out of breath.

Kwonna almost couldn't hold back a thumbs up.

Good guy, you are so dedicated.

Kwon-na was still compromising on the surface, "Then...two times?"

"Ahem!"

"Mr. Si Jue, your housekeeper doesn't seem to be in good health. Would you like to ask a doctor to come and see him? After all, you are so dedicated, you can't treat him badly, can you?"

Kwon Nai didn't want to cook breakfast every day.

Although she read a few recipes, the cooking skills are justified.

The housekeeper laughed awkwardly, "Thank you for your concern, Miss. I'm fine. I just cough occasionally. Just drink some medicine. It won't get in the way."

The housekeeper trot away in a hurry.

Kwonna raised his eyebrows and continued to eat the bread.

Si Jue folded the newspaper, put it aside, and stared at her.

Kwon Nai was uncomfortable.

But he was held back.

Suddenly, she felt bad thoughts, and she wanted Si Jue to make her breakfast himself.

Seeing no results from the long stare, Si Jue concealed a general cough.

Kwon Nai didn't understand, "No? Is it contagious?"

The man pointed to the coffee cup, "It's gone."

"There is it next to you."

"Can't drink enough." His gaze stayed on her.

Kwuna tilted his head and smiled purely, "Then how did you live before?"

Si Jue's voice weakened inexplicably.

Seems to be a little pitiful? !

"Endure."

Kwonna: "Then you continue to bear it."

Si Jue didn't rush, "But skipping breakfast is bad for the stomach."

Before Kwon Nai could refute, he continued quietly, "If you have a bad stomach, you will feel uncomfortable, uncomfortable, you will be unable to work hard, you will have no money, no money..."

He raised his head too slowly, his eyes pale.

He said very helplessly, "I want to change the property of the seller, oh yes, including your computer... I will still be very unhappy. If I am unhappy, my grief and anger will become the power of sports..."