Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

Duck Duck didn't say anything.

He only lowered his duck face slightly, and continued to secretly shift his gaze to Jiang Yecheng.

There was a slight unease in my heart.

For some reason, it had a faint hunch that this man did all this deliberately.

As for what he did, it's even more likely that he knew something... It's just not sure.

Moreover, even if today's incident, plus what Xiao Taotao said, has been confirmed, it can't continue to think deeply.

After all, it is a system. Once there are some deeper ideas, it will definitely be marked as a log and transmitted back to the main terminal.

The old and unconscionable of their family have already had a very unpleasant relationship with the Heavenly Dao side.

Still playing like that now.

The ghost knows that if the main terminal is aware of it, and then report it up, what kind of moth will happen.

What's more, maybe they will interfere with Ah Xing's side...

oops!

Thinking of this, Duck Ya suddenly came to a brain teaser.

Shaking his duck head, he quickly killed all the messy brain supplements.

It's okay not to think about it!

——The big deal, just wait until this world is over, and make a special trip to ask him.

Alas, what a sad duck.

...

After Xiang Xing had eaten and slept well, and woke up the next day, it was almost noon.

Although it should be sunny outside, no matter the bedroom that Jiang Yecheng arranged for her, or the various windows in the corridor, thick curtains were drawn to block the sunlight outside. interior lamps for lighting.

Feeling all this care, although his physical condition has actually recovered very well in the past two weeks, the little guy still feels warm in his heart, and he can't help but slightly evoke the corners of his lips.

She thought for a while, then stood on tiptoes and walked to the man's bedroom in small steps.

Just as he was about to knock on the door, he found that the bedroom door was just closed, and no one was inside.

Seeing this scene, the girl tilted her head slightly.

Blinking soft eyes, she couldn't help turning around and beckoned to the little maid who was cleaning downstairs in the corridor: "Yaya, where is Acheng?"

"Young lady, good afternoon~"

The little girl politely said hello, but she didn't raise her head, and continued to wave the broom in her hand.

Very casually, he continued, "Master, he should be working on the balcony on the second floor."

"Oh."

Xiang Xing responded softly and nodded lightly.

Immediately, he continued to walk and walked towards the balcony at the end of the corridor.

However, just after taking two steps, she seemed to suddenly remember something and returned to her room.

After rustling for a while, he came out, and the little guy's head was covered with her large cloak made of special isolation material.

After that, like a little A Piao, it hopped out lightly.

Before she walked out of the balcony, she saw Jiang Yecheng's figure first.

At that time, the man was wearing a white shirt, holding a tablet computer, lying on a beach chair, with his slender and strong legs folded leisurely, so relaxed and comfortable.

The soft and warm sun of the autumn day, which is neither too strong nor dry, slowly sprinkled on his body, coating him with a light golden halo, which was holy and beautiful.

The little guy almost drooled.

After thinking about it, she couldn't help pursing her pink lips and gave a smirk in her heart.

He continued to tiptoe, tiptoe, and approached him as silently as possible.