Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

It's beautiful. It's beautiful.

The little guy squinted the dead fish eyes and silently responded in his heart.

However, before she could say anything, the man over there suddenly curled the corners of his lips meaningfully.

Suddenly he smiled and said, "This skirt was sewn stitch by stitch according to the girl in the dream."

"……puff!"

As soon as Feng Lan finished speaking, Xiang Xing, who was secretly eating cakes and drinking tea, sprayed everything in his mouth instantly.

He looked sluggish.

What, what?

Feng Lan already has or has a dream lover? !

Thinking about it, the little guy subconsciously prepared to contact Ya Ya, who was locked out, and asked clearly.

But at that time, the man with a happy face and a radiant smile floated in front of her without knowing when.

"General Xiang, I still have a set of skirts that I haven't sewed yet. Come and take a look at the embroidery pattern for me, will you?"

Although he asked in a tone of voice, he couldn't tell the difference, so he directly grabbed Xiang Xing's wrist and pulled her up from the chair.

The poor little guy has not yet recovered from the last shock, and he was led around again, bypassing several beautiful screens all the way, and came to the back room of this bedroom.

As soon as he walked in, Xiang Xing was instantly stunned by the lavender that suddenly hit his eyes, and he couldn't help but stop abruptly.

All she saw was a set of lavender chest-length skirts with a waistcoat, which were regularly and neatly hung on the wooden coat rack.

Silk satin fabric, light and elegant.

Mainly, the cute and delicate flower, bird and auspicious cloud style of this dress... It was extremely familiar to her!

If she remembered correctly, this, this seems to be a dress she wore in an ancient world before, and she liked it very much! !

Whether it is the style, the material and color of the fabric, and even the position of the embroidery pattern... they are all the same!

Seeing this scene, the little guy was stunned, and his mouth was so surprised that he could hardly close it.

But he didn't realize that when the man on the side saw her expression, he seemed to be certain of something, and raised his brows smugly.

Peach Blossom's eyes flickered a little, but she continued to laugh again, holding Xiang Xing and leading her to the dress.

"General Xiang, is this dress good-looking? I made it with my own hands~"

Feng Lan laughed, took off the skirt and gestured on her body.

Every frown and smile are boundless coquettishness, and deep joy. From the outsider's point of view, he is completely a lunatic who has been fascinated by red makeup.

But Xiang Xing seemed to have suddenly realized something, and suddenly pursed his pink lips and looked at him with complicated eyes.

After thinking about it, she finally took a deep breath, and spoke softly with courage.

"Fenglan, this dress...is it also tailored according to the style of the dress you said the girl in your dream was wearing?"

"Huh? Of course~"

Feng Lan blinked and nodded without hesitation.

However, in the gap between the nods, I saw a playful look flashing across the bottom of the man's eyes very quickly.

But it was fleeting, and it instantly returned to that madness with a little bit of madness, so that the little guy didn't notice it.

Then, he rubbed the lavender dress tightly into his arms as if he was holding a set of treasures.

"This is the Nu family's favorite dress..."

As Feng Lan spoke, the conversation turned slightly.

Wan Man cast his eyes on Xiang Xing again, his eyes flickered slightly, but he pretended to be disappointed and sighed, "Unfortunately, when the slave family cut the cloth, they made the wrong size and made it smaller..."