Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

"...Heh, am I being punished?"

Xiang Qian regained his senses by her opening.

But after a cold smile, he turned his head stiffly like a machine, and stared at Xiang Xing with a gloomy face.

After casually throwing away the dilapidated photo frame, his right hand clenched tightly and creaked.

"Cousin, it's you who should be punished... and you've already been punished, aren't you?"

As he spoke, he suddenly smiled and raised his fists, as if very casual, turning his wrists.

The pace approached, his eyes were looking at the girl in front of him wantonly, and his lips sneered, "Xiang Xing, you never thought about how much you have done in your past life, or how much you have done in this life, Xiang Chu, To give birth to a sick freak like you?"

"Oh, by the way... Speaking of which, don't you know that the antecedent cause of your albinism is most likely because of what?"

Xiang Qian pretended to laugh and sighed and shook his head, wanting to continue.

But soon, there were more hurried footsteps outside the study.

"...Xiang Qian! What are you doing!!"

Xiang Huai, who arrived first, rushed in directly. When he saw the broken glass and broken photo frame on the ground, as well as the fragments of the photo in Xiang Xing's hand, he couldn't help but suddenly widened his eyes and looked at his son in disbelief. .

He shook his head slightly subconsciously, "You... this is your aunt's posthumous photo. How dare you even tear up the posthumous photo..."

"What my aunt!... This woman, no, this bitch is not my aunt at all!..."

Xiang Qian seemed to be in a hurry to be scolded, with a red face, and roared directly at his father.

However, in the next second, a crisp "pop" sounded suddenly in the study room.

Xiang Qian shook his head sharply, and suddenly felt a burning pain on his cheek.

A bitter sweetness filled his mouth.

"How dare you hit me!..."

He was stunned, his figure swayed and swayed, and his eyes were round and stared at the girl who was holding a small hand beside him.

He raised his fists again, and while waving at her, he roared, "Xiang Xing, how dare you hit me! I am the eldest young master of this family! I am the future master of the Xiang family!!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he smashed his punches with a big punch.

However, Xiang Xing had already anticipated it, and quickly dodged the punch.

"...you dare to hide!"

Xiang Qian, who fluttered in the air, was furious, and he couldn't help speeding up his punches.

Even Xiang Huai, who hurried over to stop him, was punched to the ground by him.

However, his heavy punch still failed to hit the damn target.

"..."

Looking at the confused and red-eyed boy in front of him, Xiang Xing bit his pink lips slightly and thought about it.

He simply turned around and left the study room and ran downstairs quickly.

"...If you have the kind, don't run!"

Xiang Qian howled and rushed out.

However, when he finally chased downstairs and was about to catch up with the dead girl who was running away, a tall and tall figure two heads taller than him flashed over in an instant and stopped him. between him and Xiang Xing.

He raised his hand unhurriedly, directly caught Xiang Qian's subconsciously swung fist, and clasped his wrist tightly.

At the same time, Xiang Qian felt his wrist tighten suddenly.

Immediately afterwards, an unbelievable sense of powerlessness spread throughout the body from the wrist...