Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

"……Hey?"

Seeing this scene, Xin Youyou was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously wanted to follow up.

However, when she walked to the door, she only heard a "bang", and the dark, rusted iron door slammed directly towards her door, only a few centimeters away from the tip of her nose. stopped abruptly at the position.

She was so scared that her heart almost stopped...

"...Hey! Lu Chengjun! What do you mean!!"

Xin Youyou was so angry that she threw her pink fist again, and smashed it several times, regardless of whether it was dirty or not.

Inside the door, there was no intention of ignoring her at all, and there were only a few whispers that could not be heard clearly.

"……Humph!"

The woman grunted heavily towards the iron door.

Then, he could only droop down his delicate little face, grab Xiang Xing from the cabinet next to him, and rub it in his arms.

While rubbing, he muttered, "Xingxing, did you see that, your Uncle Lu is a big bad guy! Let's not get along with him in the future! Break up!"

"..."

Xiang Xing reluctantly blinked her soft eyes, and she could only let her hold her duck breast.

Now she just hopes that Ya Ya can use his incorrupt tongue as a system to get Zhang Bin done.

...

Twenty minutes later.

Seeing that Xin Youyou was so bored that she played dozens of rock-paper-scissors with the Betsy robot, and even she was fishing frantically. When she fell asleep, the little guy finally saw the black iron door. Open slowly.

Immediately afterwards, I saw that Lu Chengjun and Zhang Bin walked out as if they had suddenly had a friendship for decades, with their shoulders and backs crossed very intimately...

"Little Lu, then we're done!"

Zhang Bin smiled heartily, and pushed both suitcases in his hands into Lu Chengjun's hands.

The black fist slammed hard on the man's shoulder, "If there is anything you don't understand, just send me a WeChat message, as long as it's eldest brother I know, I will definitely help you!"

"I will!"

Lu Chengjun nodded, smiled and pushed one of the suitcases into the hands of Xin Youyou who looked confused.

"Then let's go back first, keep in touch!"

He put Xiang Xing on top of the suitcase and stood there, took Xin Youyou's other hand, and the two walked towards the door one after the other.

Before stepping over the threshold, the man suddenly paused again and looked back at Zhang Bin.

The corners of his lips were slightly hooked, and he smiled meaningfully, "Brother Zhang, in fact...you don't have to."

"Hey, I'm used to it anyway!~"

Zhang Bin froze for a while, but smiled indifferently, shrugged his shoulders lightly, and said half-jokingly, "Maybe one day, eldest brother, I will figure it out. Then, will you support me?"

"must."

Lu Chengjun rolled his eyes and nodded seriously.

...

"...What the hell were you talking about just now?"

In the car downstairs, Xin Youyou looked at Lu Chengjun with a veiled face, and then glanced at the two suitcases in the back seat.

He continued to ask, "Also, what are those two boxes? ... Could they be the relics of Tong Moyan?"

"uh-huh."

The man responded lightly, without saying much, and started the engine slowly.

The woman was suddenly unhappy, and her face sank: "So, do you really think Tong Moyan didn't plagiarize?"

Although the deceased is a big one, in order for him to rest in peace, the industry has kept silent about what happened back then.

But once this fact is overturned, the first person to be questioned is her father Xin Yuanran.

How could she not care?