Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

For the past month, Jiang Yecheng has been cheating food and drink with her in the nursing home.

Probably never came back to this house.

In addition, there is not even a servant here, only this kind of charging robot... So, the refrigerator is probably empty, right? ?

The more Xiang Xing thought about it, the more he felt at a loss.

I don't know if this super villa area can order takeaway or something...

"...Ah, eldest young lady, are you hungry?"

When the little girl heard the words, she smiled boldly and patted her little chest, "Don't worry, we still have ingredients in stock at home... Then wait a moment, little girl, I'll cook for you, I'll cook for you. Make it delicious!"

After saying that, the little girl ran out of the corner and rushed to the kitchen.

Looking at the skilled little figure in the kitchen, and at the two little Hanhans who were just being carried into the house by the silent Jiang Yecheng, Xiang Xing suddenly envied Jiang Yecheng inexplicably.

Everyone is written in code, how can duck duck not cook, but the little girl can.

It must be that Duck Duck is too lazy and will only take the initiative to wait to eat.

(Duck duck: ... you are too harsh on a duck)

Taking advantage of the time when the little girl was cooking, Xiang Xing began to visit this "first nest in life" in Jiang Ye City.

The small nest is not very big, although it is the largest one in this villa group, it is still slightly inferior to the manor-style mansion of their Xiang family.

However, she had heard the story that the building complex of Yuncheng Jiang's family, which is located on several hilltops, is bigger and more imposing than their Xiang family.

Alas, so in her life, no one has a wealth of happiness ambassadors.

After thinking about it, the little guy spread his arms with emotion and sighed.

Jiang Yecheng, who was not far away, shook his head helplessly.

Hearing the symphony of pots and pans rising in the kitchen, the man paused, then glanced at the wall clock on the wall.

Dude, it's already two o'clock in the middle of the night.

This meal is cooked, for her, is it breakfast or supper.

Thinking of this, Jiang Yecheng's eyes flickered, and he simply stood up, stretched his long legs, and walked slowly behind Xiang Xing, who was still looking around.

He opened his arms gently and hugged the little guy slightly into his arms.

The delicate and tight lower jaw gently pressed against the soft and fluffy head, and whispered: "Aren't you sleepy after a busy day?"

"Sleepy, I'm sleepy~"

Feeling the warm and tolerant temperature, Xiang Xing blinked softly, and couldn't help but lift up her pink lips.

He simply leaned back, opened his mouth and yawned a little, his eyes filled with hazy water.

But while patting his belly, he muttered, "But my belly won't let me sleep, so I can't help it."

"There's this saying too."

Jiang Yecheng suddenly laughed.

But he lowered his slender and delicate eyes and thought about it carefully.

Immediately, he slowly turned the little man in his arms and let her face him.

After that, he leaned slightly and kissed gently on the slightly pursed pink lips.

With a hoarse and magnetic voice, she said with a low smile, "Since you can't sleep and the little girl hasn't cooked yet, do you want to do something else with me, eh?"

"……what?"

When Xiang Xing heard the words, the whole person was stunned.

In the middle of the night, what else can I do?