Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

After silently scolding with a headache in his heart, Xiang Qian snorted coldly and turned to leave.

never mind.

This family is like this anyway, if he can live a few more years, he can live a few more years.

God knows how long it will last.

Ah.

...

half a month later.

Today is the 75th birthday of Mr. Xiang Yan.

In order to welcome the arrival of this day, the Xiang family has been preparing for a long time, and even decided to hold a rich and powerful night banquet on the birthday of the old man, and entertain the old man's best friends and all the business partners of the Xiang family.

On such a big day, Xiang Xing has no reason not to participate.

It's my grandfather's birthday after all.

So, the little guy changed into her little dress made of special material, and after Aunt Zhuang did some cleaning, he sat obediently at the door of the ward, waiting for the Xiang family's bodyguard to come and pick her up.

Today, she did not wear a black wig on her white hair like the original owner did in the past.

Instead, after directly ironing the silver-white hair into long curls, carefully tied a pair of lively and flexible double ponytails, and then tied a long ribbon.

Since Jiang Yue's ancient costume cosplay, all of Xiang Xing's hairstyles have been replaced with double ponytails.

After all, because of some fundamental relationship of this hair color, she would feel a little old inexplicably if she changed other hairstyles.

It is better to go directly to the tender.

It didn't take long for the Xiang family's bodyguards to arrive.

I saw the group of elite black-clothed bodyguards standing straight in front of the door for two rows. After that, they shouted in unison and spread out the ultra-violet anti-ultraviolet parasols specially prepared for Xiang Xing.

Then, accompanied by Aunt Zhuang, the little guy walked towards the parking lot of the nursing home in the two rows of big umbrellas.

There is one thing to say, this battle, it is strange that some empress and concubine are on tour...

She sighed.

However, when Xiang Xing arrived in front of the Xiang family car that had come to pick her up, she paused and stopped abruptly.

He stared straight at the black Bentley in front of him.

This car was not the Bentley that was used to pick up the original owner, but belonged to the Bentley under the command of grandfather Xiang Yan.

Although the model is the same, even the license plate is the same, but the original owner's intuition left in the host tells her that this car is definitely not.

Moreover, if it wasn't, the car also had the license plate of her grandfather's car, which naturally made her even more uneasy and felt a hint of potential danger.

Thinking of this, the little guy hurriedly called to the duck in the cage on the side: [Duck, check who this car belongs to. ]

[Hey. ]

Duck Ya responded and immediately called up the retrieval system.

After a search, even it couldn't help but become serious, [Ah Xing, this car belongs to Fang Yali, and it's not a Bentley...it's a specially modified car! ]

[This kind of car, let's not go up there...]

Deliberately disguised as the old man's car, the ghost knows what conspiracy is in it!

[I think so too. ]

Xiang Xing complied with it again.

After a pause, he simply stood still, did not move forward, and did not say anything.

With such an abnormal behavior of hers, she saw the bodyguards around her, who were set up by Aunt Zhuang, who were all confused.

"Miss, what's wrong with you?"

Aunt Zhuang glanced at the sky, and then looked at the extremely hot sun even though it was almost evening. She couldn't help but approach Xiang Xing worriedly, "We haven't recovered yet, so the sun won't shine!"

There are still many chapters that will drop from time to time tomorrow...