Quick Transmigration: Take on Scheming Boss

As soon as the bodyguards heard this, they immediately stopped.

It doesn't matter if their heads fall off, but they can't implicate their families, otherwise they are unfilial.

But if they don't follow, they're cheating.

It's really a dilemma between loyalty and filial piety since ancient times.

While they were thinking about what to do, Su Yao and di Jing Mo had already gone.

They immediately panicked, and quickly separated to find.

At this time, Su Yao and di Jing Mo had already sat down at a noodle stand.

After ordering a bowl of noodles, Su Yao looked at the imperial ink, only to find that he had been looking at himself. He could not help frowning, "what are you looking at me for?"

"Mr. Su's face is so beautiful that I can't help it." Emperor Jing Mo said with a smile.

Su Yao suddenly rolled a big white eye, "then I suggest you look at yourself in the mirror, you will find that you look better."

This is the first time that someone dare to boast that emperor Jingmo is good-looking, but he is not angry.

He reached out and touched his face. "Do you like this face?"

Su Yao was drinking tea. When he heard this question, he was choked immediately. "Keke, Desheng, you are really joking. I'm not interested in men at all."

"But I didn't say you were a broken sleeve." Emperor Jing Mo looks at him innocently.

They don't speak very much, but they are enough to be heard by people sitting around.

As soon as I heard the word "broken sleeve", people around me immediately turned their attention to them, and their eyes were extremely complicated.

Although they didn't speak, Su Yao could guess what they were thinking and wanted to dig a hole in the ground.

Fortunately, the appearance of the stall owner broke the awkward atmosphere, "my guest, your face is ready."

Su Yao's attention was attracted by the bowl of noodles in front of his eyes. Although it was just common noodles with shredded pork and vegetables, he could not help salivating when smelling the fragrance.

Su Yao picked up the chopsticks, could not wait to eat a mouthful, and then no accident was scalded.

Seeing this, imperial ink quickly handed over a cup of herbal tea.

Su Yao took the cup of herbal tea and drank it down, which made him feel much more comfortable.

This time, he learned to be smart. Instead of eating the noodles directly into his mouth, he blew them first, and then ate them when they were not so hot.

However, there is a line of sight has been falling on him, which makes him do not know how to move chopsticks.

Su Yao put down his chopsticks and looked up at the imperial ink sitting opposite him. "Desheng, can you stop looking at me like this?"

"I'm not looking at you. I'm looking at the bowl of noodles in front of you." Emperor Jing Mo said.

Listening to these words, Su Yao suddenly realized, "you are hungry. I asked the stall owner to make a bowl for you."

"No, I can't eat that much. I'd better not."

However, as soon as he finished this sentence, the next second, his stomach began to cry.

At this moment, the atmosphere suddenly became very awkward.

Emperor Jing Mo lowered his head and fell into Su Yao's eyes. He was embarrassed.

"Are you sure you don't want a bowl?"

Emperor Jing Mo nodded.

"Then watch me eat."

With these words, Su Yao lowered his head to eat his own noodles.

Imperial ink How is this different from what he imagined?