Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

Just like his "White".

Feng Lan was taken aback by this sudden thought.

He was stunned for a moment, and then, in those beautiful peach blossom eyes, a little bit of brilliance suddenly gradually overflowed.

Could it be that, as he thought, he and her are because of various past lives, so this life will dream of her, meet her, and fall in love with her again.

Thinking about it, the man regained his senses a little, and once again focused on the little man in front of him.

The slender fingertips with well-defined knuckles subconsciously folded slightly.

Since she will play this song from the previous life to him, it means that the little guy in front of him, like him, has the memory of the previous life?

Those throbbing past...

It is precisely because of this that she will approach him without any hesitation, accept it logically, and respond to his wishes!

Thinking of this, Feng Lan froze, as if suddenly realized, and her stone-like eyes shone even more.

Then, as if to confirm something, Fei thin lips pursed lightly.

After that, he slowly opened his lips and sang in a hoarse voice.

"Put the pen down丨I can't draw who is dashing

Love is short-lived like fireworks written by Sao Ren Mo Ke..."

"...?!"

Hearing the man in front of him suddenly sing the lyrics, Xiang Xing was shocked and almost plucked the wrong string in his hand.

[…Duck duck! He he he he can sing this song, can sing eh! ! ]

The little guy was like Columbus discovering the New World, he turned on the sound transmission to enter the secret, and reported to Ya Ya in surprise and excitement.

After a pause, the little head tilted slightly again, and the soft eyes were full of incomprehension, [But what's going on, why does Feng Lanlan sing this song? ]

This is a song from another world. Just now, she deliberately searched for it and confirmed that there is absolutely no such song in this world!

[…This, I don’t know Ga. ]

Duck Ying squatted on the golden shelf not far away, and looked at Xiang Xing's profile helplessly.

Mungdou's eyes paused for a moment, then turned to Feng Lan's profile and looked at it carefully.

Well.

To be honest, whether the enjoyment of this life is the same as the previous life, with the memory of the previous life, it has been doubted for a long time.

But the strange thing is that every time it wants to check, it can't analyze the solid evidence from him.

It's like there is an invisible protective film that wraps the whole person.

I don't know if it's just bad fun, playing with this poor duck, deliberately not letting it find out, or hiding from "that"...

...

what! What the hell are you thinking, boss!

My head is messed up! !

Duck Duck licked the duck's head dejectedly.

Forget it, just telling Ah Xing that he has memories of his previous life won't matter anyway!

Determined, Ya Ya nodded silently, and was about to speak.

At the same time, the two in the other compartment had finished playing and singing a whole tune.

When the last note fell, Xiang Xing hadn't even reacted. The guqin, which was crossed between the legs, suddenly slammed, was easily pulled away by Feng Lan, and was controlled by internal force, pushing it back to where it was originally placed. Location.

"Well?"

A small question mark just appeared on the little guy's forehead, and the next second, those warm and powerful arms, with endless ecstasy and excitement, quickly encircled her and embraced her.

Before she could speak, she saw Feng Lan's thin lips curled slightly, her voice hoarse, and a low laugh.

Then he bowed his head suddenly and kissed directly.