Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

[These two people are too scary...]

[They are even a couple...I have a bold idea, will the next door knock on the wall to complain? ? ]

[What are you talking about in front of you, hahahahahahaha! ! ]

Amidst the cheers, the atmosphere of the song gradually calmed down.

Finally, the whole performance ended with a soft and warm whisper.

The audience burst into thunderous applause again.

Until the host excitedly took the stage, including the judges, almost everyone was still immersed in the blasting atmosphere just now...

...

finally.

Fanxing Group lived up to expectations and scored a crushing high score of 99.8, and a high of 97%, with a total of nearly 300 million off-site likes.

Deservedly won the final championship.

The whole network is boiling again, and the topic of #fanxing group "under the flying clouds"# rushed to the hot search without any suspense.

...

(This song is "Under the Flying Clouds" by JJ Lin and Han Hong, I suggest you listen to the live version of the third season I want to sing with you...)

After that, Xiang Xing exploded.

Announcements keep coming in like a flood.

In Si Fan's boss's office, Xiang Xingmeng sat on the sofa, looking at the contracts that covered the table and the floor.

His shoulders could not help but tremble several times.

Come on, is this too much?

The little guy snapped his fingers and thought about it over and over again.

In the end, he fell directly on the sofa, pretended to be an ostrich, and wailed loudly.

woo~

If you take all of them and finish them all, you will definitely be exhausted!

Where is this enjoyment, this is obviously a disguised squeeze...

Suddenly, the office door was slowly pushed open.

Si Fan, who had just finished the meeting, walked in with the mango pudding that Hao Le bought.

Seeing the shivering little guy who was shrinking in a ball, he paused, squinting his delicate eyes, covering his mouth and laughing.

"Frightened by your own popularity?"

He walked forward, swept the contract on the sofa to the ground casually, and sat down slowly.

Picked up the little guy from the sofa nest and put him in his arms.

With a hoarse voice, he coaxed softly, "How about I'll pick it out for you?"

"……is it okay?"

Xiang Xing raised his head in an instant, and his soft eyes were shining brightly at the man.

After a while, she suddenly pursed her pink lips, her little index fingers touched each other silently, and said in a milky voice, "Then, then you can help me pick some good ones, and it won't be too tiring..."

"Please,"

Hearing the words, the man couldn't help but smiled helplessly and shook his head.

Bending his fingers, he tapped on her cerebellum, and said with a slight anger, "A penny is a price, how can there be such a good thing?"

"but--"

His voice was elongated and his words changed slightly.

Light rose thin lips, vaguely outline a rather arbitrary arc, "You have to promise me a condition."

"What are the conditions?"

Xiang Xing blinked his soft eyes curiously.

"Well……"

The man smiled and raised his voice again.

Then he lowered his head, imitating the little guy's appearance, and winked at her.

Pretending to be helpless, "My mother has begun to urge marriage, so a certain future king's sister-in-law, should you inherit the throne?"

"……what?"

Xiang Xing was stunned, but he still hadn't realized what "inheriting the throne" meant.

But suddenly he felt light, and the whole person was hugged by the man.

He held it like this until he walked to the center of the huge office, and then gently put it down.

After that, he turned to her front and smiled.

Get down on one knee.