Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

When he glanced angrily at the middle-aged man not far away, he saw Qiaoling also rushing forward.

Without saying a word, he slapped Xiang Junxian directly.

"What's the matter with you, how did you beat your daughter like that?!... You're still not a father, are you a man!!"

Feng Lan and Xiang Xing were both taken aback by her sudden action.

Xiang Junxian, who was slapped by her, laughed and struggled to sit up.

"As expected of my Daxuanyuan's 'Jade Face Shura'..."

He wiped the blood stains from the corner of his mouth, and once again cast his gaze towards Xiang Xing, full of surprise and pride.

Immediately nodding and clasping his fists, he said, "Xing'er... No, General Xiang, I am embroidering my legs with Huaquan, and I have been taught!"

"..."

Xiang Xing looked at him lightly, but said nothing.

Only after straightening out his breath a little, he turned his face to Feng Lan and looked at Feng Lan.

Gently pulling at the corner of his sleeve, he said, "Brother Feng Lan, let's go back."

"...Okay, we'll go back to Fengxiang Building immediately to heal you!"

Feng Lan was worried about her injuries, and without hesitation, she hugged the little guy horizontally and held it tightly in her arms.

After looking at the family of three with a complicated look, they quickly turned around, led a group of shadow guards, and left the small courtyard.

...

Back at Fengxiang Building, Feng Lan directly ignored the curious and worried eyes of Situ Ling, Feng Han and others, carried Xiang Xing back to his bedroom, and locked the door.

Putting her on the bed carefully, the man pursed his thin lips, and immediately squatted in front of the bed.

Holding the soft and weak hand, he asked in a soft voice, "Xing'er, where did he hurt you? Tell brother Fenglan, so I can give you medicine, eh?"

"..."

Xiang Xing blinked softly, his body twisted subconsciously.

Well.

There are quite a few places to be recruited.

Seeing her frowning face in pain, Feng Lan felt that her heart was about to break.

The anger in the bottom of his eyes was even more vigorous, and the other empty hand could not help creasing: "This king... I won't let him go!"

"No, brother Feng Lan."

Seeing that Feng Lan was so angry, the little guy paused, quickly moved his body, and approached him.

With a serious look on his face, he began to explain, "I asked him to do his best to learn from me. I will be injured, which can only prove that my skills are inferior to others."

"Well... it's not that the skills are inferior to others..."

She said, and suddenly bit her finger again, her little head tilted.

While thinking about it, he muttered, "His legs were broken by my kick, and his right arm seems to be broken too... The internal injury is theoretically much more serious than mine..."

"So, in general, Xing'er still won!"

After all, the little guy actually laughed, his soft eyes shining brightly.

Seeing Feng Lan was speechless for a while.

But she seemed to understand what she was doing.

Children from a family of military generals, who did not grow up with their elders and fathers.

She was different. This was the first time she had discussed with her father.

In a sense, it can be regarded as a wish fulfilled.

After thinking about it, Feng Lan finally curled the corners of her lips in relief.

He couldn't help raising his hand and rubbed the somewhat messy hairy head: "Okay, let's not talk about this, let's heal first, okay?"

"Um!"

The little guy nodded.

After a pause, he narrowed his soft eyes again, and there was a trace of narrow light in the bottom of his eyes.

Then, he frowned, pointed to the places where the color was hung on his body, and took stock, "Brother Fenglan, there is a scratch here, it hurts here, and there is also a wound here..."

As she expected, gradually, an unnatural embarrassment appeared on Feng Lan's face.