Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

What's the matter with him, standing in front of the door like a wooden man.

She didn't let Duck Ya stop talking when she opened it.

Fortunately, hearing the little guy's questioning voice, Song Bo finally came back to his senses.

Blinking his eyes, he couldn't help but smiled awkwardly and said, "Ah...Miss Xiang, good morning, Miss Xiang."

The old man said, his light brown eyes subconsciously glanced in the direction of the next ward, and his voice gradually became lighter, "This, you are..."

"Oh, I was too nervous to go out in the morning. I forgot my keys. I can't go back to my room now."

Xiang Xing shrugged his exquisite shoulders and lied without changing his face, "I have no choice but to go to the patient's little brother to hide from the sun."

"...Ah, that's it..."

Hearing this, Song Bo suddenly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

so far so good.

Fortunately, the master did not make mistakes!

After thinking about it, he raised his amiable smile again, and finally walked into the room, "If that's the case, then you can have breakfast with our young master. Uncle Song, I'll contact Aunt Zhuang for you and ask her to come over earlier. open the door..."

Unfortunately, before he finished speaking, he saw a pair of slender hands as white as porcelain suddenly and quickly stretched out towards him.

He was so startled that he had to brake again, paused, and even more puzzled, "Miss Xiang, you..."

"Grandpa Song Bo, can you give me the patient's little brother earlier?"

Xiang Xing tilted his head slightly, his watery soft eyes blinked, frantically firing waves of begging light towards Song Bo.

No matter what, she wouldn't let Song Bo hand over to Jiang Yecheng for this breakfast!

Although I haven't figured out how to deal with it yet, it's right to get it first.

"Ah? This..."

Song Bo was stunned again, and his brows were slightly wrinkled.

Just as he hesitated, Jiang Yecheng's cold and hoarse voice came from behind Xiang Xing.

"Give it to her."

The man drove his wheelchair and came to the terrace, wiping the water droplets on his face, and opening his mouth softly.

He doesn't matter anyway.

Just don't starve this little bastard.

"Hey, alright..."

Although he was a little confused, Song Bo obeyed and handed the tray to the girl who was waiting in front of him.

"Thank you, Uncle Song."

Xiang Xing took the plate with a smile.

But he didn't eat anything, instead he stood up with his plate in his arms and ran to sit on the back chair beside the bed.

After that, as if he was about to speak, he looked at Song Bo, lowered his soft corners, and looked towards Jiang Yecheng.

Aware of the dull eyes that seemed to be asking for something, Jiang Yecheng couldn't help but slightly raised his delicate brows, and his obsidian-like black eyes fluttered slightly from side to side.

Immediately, he faintly hooked his lips and turned to Song Bo again.

"Uncle Song, I'm running out of toothpaste here. Go and buy a new one for me."

"Okay, sir."

Song Bo didn't think much, then turned around and walked out.

Seeing that she and Jiang Yecheng were finally left in the room again, Xiang Xing blinked softly, then heaved a sigh of relief.

That cautious look made the man suddenly laugh.

Then he said softly: "Eat quickly, no one will bother you again."

"..."

When Xiang Xing heard the words, he paused lightly.

I saw her glance at the man beside her, and then, as if she had made up her mind, she stood up abruptly holding the dinner plate.

He let go of his steps and rushed towards the bathroom.