Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

As she spoke, she took the big gray eagle off her shoulders and placed it on the broken-leg table beside her.

Immediately, he put the guqin on his shoulders, ignoring the surprised eyes around him, he used his light work, and immediately ran after him.

"Hey? Daxing, you..."

Seeing this scene, Situ Ling even screamed and subconsciously took half a step to chase.

But in an instant, the slender figure disappeared.

He knew that his martial arts skills were inferior to Xiang Xing, and it was impossible to catch up, so he could only helplessly pouted and took his steps back.

But under a casual glance, he suddenly caught a glimpse of Feng Lan who was still standing on the stage at this moment.

I saw that although he was still hooking on the peerless smile of the city, the starry peach eyes were a bit darkened, and they stared at the direction where Xiang Xing left.

Seeing that, Situ Ling felt a flutter in his heart.

... This big brother, won't it be sick again?

...

"Master Wen, please stay!"

Outside, Xiang Xing chased after half a street, then caught up with Mr. Wen, who was out of breath, and easily stopped in front of him.

Seeing her chasing after him, Young Master Wen was even more impatient. He couldn't help twisting a rather handsome face and glared at her: "You, you, are you here to see my joke! You..."

He originally thought of scolding this shameless villain fiercely, but unexpectedly, the person in front of him suddenly stretched out his hands towards him.

He held the guqin firmly in one hand and a money bag in the other.

"Please allow me to apologize for the rudeness just now."

The little guy first bowed deeply towards Young Master Wen.

He raised his dark eyes again and stared at Young Master Wen seriously, "Young Master Wen, there is still a long way to go from here to the imperial capital, and it will cost a lot... So, whether you want to return this qin, or pay for it. , I can buy this piano of yours."

Then, without waiting for Mr. Wen's response, she smiled and continued, "Impulsive consumption and emotional use are both devils. Don't think about yourself, Mr. Wen, and don't let the former waiter go all out and rely on you. expectations."

As soon as these words came out, Wen Gongzi couldn't help being stunned.

The bottom of his eyes was gradually stained with a faint stunned: "How, how do you know..."

"You will find out later, son."

Xiang Xingcan curled his lips, thought about it, and threw both the piano and the purse into Mr. Wen's arms.

Without further ado, he turned and left.

Only Young Master Wen was left holding Qin and Qian, staring blankly at the distant back.

For some reason, he felt inexplicably that the slender back looked a little graceful that did not belong to the Hualing girl.

Wen Gongzi was instantly taken aback by this incredible illusion.

——What kind of eyes does he have? That's a big man!

but.

This person, who is the holy place, actually knows the identity of his family that he deliberately concealed after he entered the Eastern Capital...

...

When Xiang Xing returned to Fengxiang Building again, he saw that none of the sons and buddies in the building were left.

The little two and the maids in Fengxiang Building were busy cleaning up in the messy lobby.

Situ Ling and Feng Han and Feng Lan's two brothers and sisters also disappeared.

Only Ya Ya remained on the stage, rolling her eyes helplessly at that time.

As he flew over, he asked in a cool voice: "If you return the qin, you will return the qin, why did you give the money to others. ]