Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

"These are just copies. The originals are still with your uncle. Even if you accidentally delete or lose them, it doesn't really matter."

As he spoke, he patted the little guy on the shoulder earnestly.

His eyes were solemn and profound again, "But Xing'er, don't worry, there will be no other names in Grandpa's will."

...

With the wave consciousness exiting Xiang's large conference hall and returning to the sleeping cabin, Xiang Xing saw that there were several more letters from the old man in his account mailbox.

She paused, and finally kept these things silently before exiting the holographic space and returning to reality.

However, as soon as she got out of the sleeping cabin, she suddenly heard a soft call full of respectful smiles from the ward.

"Miss, you're done with the meeting."

It turned out that Aunt Zhuang had already returned, and was squatting in front of Duck Duck and Tao Tao, feeding the two little guys who were so hungry that their chests were on their backs.

"Um."

Xiang Xing put on his short-sighted sunglasses and slowly walked back to the rocking chair.

He glanced at the bedside of the hospital bed inadvertently, but suddenly realized that there seemed to be many more beautifully packaged boxes on the bed.

She couldn't help pointing with a question mark on her face, "Aunt Zhuang, these are..."

"Oh, almost forgot!"

Aunt Zhuang patted her head as if thinking of something, then stood up and walked over with small steps.

"Miss, these are some special protective suits sent by Mr. Xiang's police officer."

As she opened all the boxes, she said, "Although your body has not recovered to the point where you can go out during the day, with these clothes, you can withstand the weak ultraviolet rays at night and cloudy days."

"At that time, you can wear these clothes, go out for a walk, exercise your muscles and bones... After all, staying at home is not good for your health."

"That's it."

Xiang Xing nodded lightly and responded lightly.

The so-called President Xiang was his uncle Xiang Huai.

Speaking of which, after the original owner's accident, Xiang Huai did alienate her a bit in order to worry about the feelings of his wife at home.

But in the conference hall just now, Xiang Xing found out that although Xiang Huai didn't say a word to her the whole time, his eyes that showed vague concern and indebtedness were cast on her from time to time.

She really didn't understand the true relationship between Xiang Huai and the original owner.

The plot was also not revealed.

Xiang Xing couldn't help but seriously wonder if this was one of the hidden memories of many bugs...

"...Miss?"

Aunt Zhuang's doubtful voice called back the little guy who was in thought.

I saw that she had already picked up the lavender plaid long-sleeved suspender skirt that looked very cute and well-behaved in one of the boxes, and handed it to Xiang Xing.

He continued to laugh, "You should try these clothes first, Mr. Xiang said, if the size is not suitable, he will have to send new ones immediately."

"okay."

The little guy replied softly, and picked up the little skirts and suits that had been taken out.

But he paused again and looked at the alarm clock beside his eyes.

It's almost seven.

The two little things over there were crunching so deliciously that she was a little hungry too.

After thinking about it, Xiang Xing pursed her pink lips subconsciously, and then looked back again, looking at Aunt Zhuang very seriously.

His voice was soft and waxy, "Aunt Zhuang, I want to eat golden arches."