Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

[...Uh oh oh oh oh oh! ]

Looking at the re-running functions of his own system, Duck Ya was even more excited than Xiang Xing, constantly flapping his wings and flying under the vine.

It is finally no longer a waste duck!

[Axing! Where did you get that mysterious code from? ]

After being excited for a while, Ya Ya flew back to the little guy and squatted on the arm again, looking at her with her watery mung bean eyes.

After a pause, he seemed to suddenly remember something, raised his wings and patted his head, [Oh yes, the system has recovered, our top priority is to confirm the identity of Ambassador Xiangfu...]

[No need to confirm, I already found out just now. ]

Xiang Xing raised his hand and stroked the fur on Fu Gugu's body, pursed his pink lips slightly, and smiled very sweetly.

The soft eyes were bright and bright, and he spoke again, and the soft and glutinous voice seemed to indicate something, [He has already told me. ]

[……he? who? ]

Duck Duck didn't understand for a while.

Wasn't what she predicted just now, Zuo Yan's future?

How could Zuo Yan know the code of the system? Even if he is the deity of the Ambassador of Happiness, in the small world, he would theoretically not be aware of the existence of the system.

Thinking about it, Ya Ya suddenly thought of the abnormal performance of Ambassador Xiangfu in the previous small worlds...

- You won't come here again, will you?

Duck Duck's face was instantly saddened.

It seems that it will try its best to hide "that"...

...

Early the next morning.

Zuo Yan packed up his things, walked out of the guest room, and came to the lobby on the first floor of the inn.

As soon as he got out of the elevator, before he had time to look up, he heard a soft and bright soft call coming from the front.

"Brother Zuo Yan."

"..."

The man's footsteps froze.

It seemed that he was stunned for a while, before slowly raising his delicate eyes, frowning slightly, and looking at the sound.

I saw that in the lounge area of ​​the lobby at that time, a certain little girl was happily nesting on the sofa.

Holding a cup of milk tea in his hand, while sucking it, he raised his small arm and waved it vigorously at him.

She bit the straw, her pair of water-cut apricot pupils were bright and warm, and she smiled into a beautiful crescent moon, "Good morning, brother Zuo Yan!"

Zuo Yan blinked his eyes, then he recovered a little, raised his hand slightly: "...morning."

No, what did she call him?

Although, hearing such a title, he felt an indescribable throbbing in his heart.

but……

It was just one night, wouldn't this little girl's attitude change a little too suddenly.

Despite this thought, the man still couldn't control his steps and paced towards Xiang Xing.

Sit down in the vacant seat beside her.

"whee."

The little guy continued to smile sweetly at him.

At the end, a cup of red bean pudding that had just been poked with a straw was handed to him, "Well, you invited me to drink milk tea last night, this is my gift in return!"

"……what."

Zuo Yan raised his brow lightly, smiled, and reached out to pick it up.

My heart tightened a little.

It seems that everything just now is still his illusion.

She was still so polite, even thinking about returning him a cup of milk tea.

However.

When the man held the milk tea cup, the soft and slender hand of the little girl on the side didn't seem to have any intention of taking it back.

Instead, he took advantage of the situation to quickly change his gesture, and his slender fingers, as tender as onion roots, suddenly and lightly covered the back of his hand.

Seeing this, Zuo Yan froze again in astonishment, his slender and delicate golden brown eyes slowly opened.

But she felt her fingertips tap lightly inadvertently, her face just as if nothing had happened, and she tilted her head towards him.

"Will you go straight to the studio to record a song in a while?"

Xiang Xing blinked with watery soft eyes, and his little face was full of seriousness and anticipation, "I kind of want to hear the finished song of that song earlier."

"...Is that so?"

The man raised his eyebrows in surprise.

Swiping his eyes, he suddenly landed on the half-person-height belongings that the little guy placed beside him, and the corners of his thin lips couldn't help but tick it in a funny way, "Stop going to your 'Website Outdoor Party'?"

"not going!"

Xiang Xing shook his head without hesitation.

Soft eyes continued to glow, and she straightened her body seriously, "I just want to listen to your songs now!"

"so……"

She said, and suddenly shrank a little embarrassedly, her head drooped slightly, and scratched the back of her head embarrassedly, "Brother Zuo Yan, maybe I'm a bit cheeky, but if you record a song, I, I can I can't go and watch..."

"..."

Seeing the inexplicable naive appearance of the little guy, Zuo Yan was in a trance for a moment, but suddenly felt that something suddenly knocked his heart, and he couldn't help shaking.

Immediately, without even thinking about it, he turned his head to look at Aqi who was waiting beside him.

"back office."

"...Good young master!"

...

Two hours later.

Xing Mu, who had just received the emergency notification, hurried into his company and rushed to the recording studio.

"...Ayan, why are you recording a song all of a sudden?"

Out of breath, he leaned against the wall, looking at the man in the door who was communicating with the tuning teacher, with a puzzled expression, "What song are you writing about? What is the theme? What is the style? You You didn't even discuss it with me..."

Before the words were finished, Xing Mu suddenly broke into a familiar petite figure in the corner of Xing Mu's eyes.

He was stunned for a moment, then looked sideways.

He couldn't help but widened his eyes in shock, raised his hand and pointed, "Xingxing?!...Why are you in our company??"

"...Can't I come and play?"

Hearing the sound, the little guy reluctantly poked his head out of the golden arch barrel, squinted his dead fish eyes, and gave him a cool look, "You don't welcome me, I'll go to Qianqian and complain..."

"Hey! Hey, don't!... How could I not welcome you!"

Hearing that Xiang Xing had moved his female ticket out, Xing Mu's expression changed a hundred and eighty degrees in an instant, with a dog-legged smile on his face, "Little ancestor, you always eat a bucket of golden arches. Is that enough? How about I order another bucket for you…”

"Well, totally OK!"

Before he finished speaking, he heard the voice of the tuning teacher suddenly coming from the side, and took over the words abruptly.

"what?"

Xing Mu was stunned for a moment, and turned his eyes subconsciously.

...Well, the teacher's words didn't seem to be addressed to him.

Instead, facing Zuo Yan who was holding the guitar, he patted his shoulder with great satisfaction, "Go ahead and try to sing, let's hear the effect... Let's see if we can record it directly today!"

"Um."

Zuo Yan nodded lightly and stood up slowly.

As he walked towards the recording studio, he suddenly stopped and glanced back at Xiang Xingdan.

When he met his gaze, the little guy smiled sweetly and gave him a thumbs up.