Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

The little guy was in a hurry and rushed over, looking at him nervously.

In order to prevent the people around her from seeing the clue, she thought for a while, then turned her head again and gave Lu Chengjun a strong wink: [Send the person away! ]

[...Good quack! ]

Although he didn't know what was going on, Lu Chengjun could only scratch his head and stand up quickly when he saw that the little ancestor seemed to be very nervous.

He opened his mouth to everyone, "Then what...Everyone put down their work and gathered in the yard with me. Today is the first day we moved in. I have something to tell you!"

"...Ok young master."

Soon, everyone left the dining room.

Xiang Xing breathed a sigh of relief, then leaned closer to Tong Moyan's feet, and quaked at him worriedly, "Brother Moyan, what's the matter with you? What happened?"

"……I do not know either……"

Tong Moyan squinted his eyes tightly, his handsome face clenched in pain, and he kept breathing cold air, "That's right, my head hurts a little... Strange, why do I have a headache..."

With a wisp of his ghost, he had long since lost the pain in the flesh.

Why, after listening to the news, the whole soul seemed to be hit by something violently, and the pain was unbearable...

Although, he is no longer "born".

"what?"

Xiang Xing didn't quite understand what he said, and Duckling's head was full of anxious question marks.

But looking at the man who couldn't think, the little guy frowned and had to slowly retrace what happened just now.

Since she saw Tong Moyan's strangeness, at that time, it seemed that Xiao Zheng was reading some robot-related news or something.

Thinking about it, Xiang Xing suddenly remembered Tong Moyan's plot characters.

It seems to have mentioned that he was engaged in work related to some high-tech smart equipment during his lifetime.

——Could it be that you have PTSD (Post Traumatic Stress Disorder) because of hearing professional-related things? ?

why oh?

The little duck stared at Mung Bean in confusion, and then glanced at Tong Moyan again.

Instead, he found that his pain seemed to have gradually subsided, and the brows that were almost knitted together gradually relaxed a little.

Finally, Tong Moyan's hands slowly moved down from his head.

After that, I saw him pause for a while, then quickly stretched out his hand, picked up the little guy, and hugged him tightly.

Feeling that little warmth, the man suddenly felt a lot more at ease, and the speed at which the pain faded became faster and faster.

I don't know how long it took, Xiang Xing heard him let out a long sigh of relief, his whole soul finally eased, and he slumped on the ground.

But he didn't mean to let go of her at all, and was still greedily absorbing these slight warmth.

Looking at his appearance, Xiang Xing's eyes drooped slightly, and a faint pain appeared in his heart.

All he could do was stretch his duck's neck, carefully rub it against his graceful slender neck, and just curl up quietly and accompany him.

After a long time, she heard him speak hoarsely.

"I think I should have liked the kind of AI intelligence that the person mentioned just now."

Tong Moyan said, his arms tightened again.

His head was slightly tilted, and his jaw subconsciously rubbed against the little guy's round duck head, "Xingxing, tell me, am I the same as that Dr. Li, a researcher of this kind of thing?"