Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

Unfortunately, it doesn't seem to work.

Xiang Xing tilted his little head and frowned slightly.

Doesn't he like grilled chicken legs?

This is their signature dish at Fengxiang Lou.

Feeling that the food temptation will not be successful, the little guy can only take back the big drumstick and take a bite.

She nibbled and nibbled, and she suddenly sighed again. She couldn't help laughing at the chicken thigh. After wiping the oil off her little hand, she quietly stretched it out to Feng Lan's neck.

Scratching lightly.

Until there was a creaking sound of the door behind her, the girl suddenly retracted her hand like a child who did something wrong, and pulled back to the edge of the bed.

Then he turned his head cautiously and winked softly at the smiling woman standing by the door.

"I said General Xiang Xiaolan. They all said that Xiaolan was just taking a rest and nourishing his body. When he should wake up, he will wake up."

Feng Han turned around and closed the door, then covered his mouth lightly, and walked to Xiang Xing.

Seeing that she was still dressed in a girl's house, the woman's beautiful eyes were full of meaningful smiles, "You can't be like taking care of a patient, staying here all the time... Otherwise, the saint will doubt you for a while. ."

"...Then let him doubt it."

Xiang Xing shrugged indifferently and continued to eat the big chicken thigh.

Hmph, they worked so hard to play such a real scene, and someone even played himself on the bed, not all to help him defuse this group of Beihu assassins who came to assassinate him .

If he dares to say anything nonsense, or blame something, then he Situ Ling is the faint-hearted prince~

However, after saying that, the little guy still vaguely felt that Feng Lan's practice of pretending to be dead and acting like the real thing was really messed up.

She couldn't help but sighed softly.

After nibbling away the chicken legs and wiping his hands, he continued to slump his head against the window edge, staring at a certain sleeping beauty with soft eyes.

He also scratched his palms, neck, or waist from time to time.

Seeing this scene, Feng Han, who was preparing soothing incense beside him, opened his eyes unexpectedly.

In the past, whenever Xiaolan used the turtle's breath to nourish his body, anyone who touched him would definitely be bounced off by his overbearing and powerful body-protecting breath.

This little general is an exception...

Feng Han couldn't help but think of the meeting a while ago. When this little girl first met Feng Lan, or even came back to Fengxianglou for the first time, she directly played the little brother's "White" with a different tune.

He paused, as if he had realized something.

It seems that this little girl is the girl in the dream that Xiaolan kept talking about when she got sick.

No wonder Xiaolan immediately eased from her madness when she saw her that night.

Thinking of this, Feng Han couldn't help but slightly lowered his eyes and smiled with emotion.

It's no wonder that Xiaolan's eyeliner distribution in the entire Xuanyuan, and even the entire continent, has been looking for her for a year...

The identity was hidden.

Not to mention, who would have thought that the most heroic and adept young general in Daxuanyuan was actually such a lovely and clever daughter's family.

But at least, I was fortunate enough to let Xiaolan meet.

And this time, he finally came to the rescue.

After thinking about it, Feng Han let out a long sigh of relief.

When I was about to continue the fragrance mixing work in my hand, I suddenly heard a few very soft sneezing sounds from the direction of the bed.

The woman held her hand and glanced sideways.