Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

Seeing her trembling and clumsy appearance, Jiang Yecheng, who was beside him, squinted his delicate eyes like obsidian, and couldn't help but burst into laughter.

After that, without saying a word, he controlled the wheelchair and moved closer to her.

Immediately afterwards, the little guy saw a pair of slender and strong arms stretched out towards him.

Then, she felt her body lighten suddenly.

He was actually forced to pull in from outside the balcony fence.

Xiang Xing suddenly widened his soft eyes in amazement.

She can be transported in by sitting, this strength is really not ordinary!

"Stop standing there stupidly, come in."

Glancing at the little idiot who looked at him dumbfounded, Jiang Yecheng laughed even more, so he could only stretch out his hand and gently push down the little back.

The little guy shook, and then he ran in.

He opened a chair by himself, sat down obediently, and continued to smile at him.

The smile was sweet and sweet, making Jiang Yecheng's heart soften.

Thinking of the few words he just said, it seemed a little too heavy. The man's eyes turned slightly, and he immediately turned the wheelchair and walked towards a large glass cabinet in the corner of the ward.

Xiang Xing didn't know what he wanted to do, so he looked at the tall and tall figure with a curious expression on his face.

I saw that he didn't say a word, just silently opened the cabinet and took out a tea tin and a box of fresh milk packaged at room temperature from the top.

Then he moved to a small coffee table next to the glass cabinet, took a small pot, and skillfully boiled water on the induction cooker on the coffee table to make tea.

When the whole house was full of tea, the little guy saw that he slowly added milk to the pot as if he was choking the time.

Add two more rock candies.

The aroma of tea in the room was immediately intertwined with a sweet and fragrant milky fragrance, and she smelled like her saliva was about to drip down.

This time, there is no concealment of the concealment function, and the rumbling of the stomach is even more unceremoniously spread.

Xiang Xing suddenly realized that the man who made the milk tea seemed to hear the voice, and his shoulders trembled unnaturally several times.

Seeing her cheeks instantly glow with shame to death...

I was laughed at, woohoo.

But soon enough, Jiang Yecheng cooked the milk tea and turned off the induction cooker.

Then, the little guy saw him take out a set of very beautiful ornate, baroque-style coffee cups and saucers from the glass case.

After cleaning it carefully, I poured the hot milk tea into it.

"come over."

The man called softly, and immediately pulled out a small rattan stool from under the glass coffee table.

Xiang Xing pursed his pink lips, the corners of his lips curled slightly, and suddenly trotted over and sat obediently on the rattan stool.

The next second, a cup of fragrant milk tea was handed to her.

"Wow……"

The little guy subconsciously murmured, his eyes full of surprise and anticipation.

This is the milk tea made by Jiang Yecheng himself.

There is no reason not to drink!

She didn't even think about it, so she happily stretched out her little hand to the round belly of the retro coffee cup.

It's a pity that before I could touch it, my little hand was lightly patted by the man.

"Are you someone who can burn?"

He glanced at her helplessly, then pointed at the heat-insulating sleeve on the cup handle, and warned, "You can only hold it here."

"Okay."

Xiang Xing pouted angrily, and had no choice but to hold the handle of the cup obediently.

Carefully raised the teacup, whistled a few times, and then took a sip.