Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

Some mothers forced him to wear women's clothes, some when he was alone, he ran around the field without pants, and when he was learning the piano for the first time, he played crazy wrong...

Si Fan couldn't take it any longer, and quickly closed the computer.

Take a deep breath.

Who gave her this? !

--Harmful.

Who else could have given it to her.

...

In the evening, Xiang Xing hummed a little tune and jumped back home.

Just as he opened the door, he suddenly felt a shadow fall in front of him.

She raised her head in confusion.

I saw my man, smiling too kindly, staring at her quietly.

Seeing the little guy can't help but feel a chill down his spine.

She swallowed her saliva and couldn't help but cautiously whispered, "...husband?"

"..."

The man did not speak.

But the smile was deeper and more terrifying...

"Wife,"

Suppressing his hoarse voice, he suddenly stretched out his hand and wrapped Xiang Xing, who subconsciously wanted to slip away, into his arms.

There was an inexplicable danger in his tone, and he lowered his head and asked, "I suddenly want to know, what was your impression of me before you knew me?"

"……what?"

Xiang Xing frowned, a little confused.

With a tilt of his head, he had no choice but to think back and say, "He is handsome, talented, and sings well..."

She moved forward one after another, recalling.

Suddenly, countless pictures that were too funny flashed through my mind one by one.

The little guy stopped abruptly.

Looking around, I saw the small U-disk stuck in someone's laptop...

She shuddered, suddenly realizing what was going on.

"anything else?"

The man smiled faintly, but suddenly bent down and hugged her.

"..."

Xiang Xing shivered and did not dare to speak.

After shaking for a while, she finally lowered the corners of her soft eyes, pouted, and winked pitifully at Si Fan.

He murmured softly, "Husband, I was wrong... I shouldn't have gone to the black market to buy your dark history..."

Although she was pulled out of the system.

"That's not the point."

The man interrupted her.

He still had that indescribable smile on his face as he stretched out his long legs and walked upstairs.

He continued to ask, "Wife, I just want to know... Did you really think that those things could threaten me?"

"……is it not OK?"

Xiang Xing blinked softly.

Such an embarrassing picture, she felt that she would die of anger when she saw it!

"It seems that the old me in your heart is really that kind of image..."

Si Fan laughed even more deeply.

He went upstairs and kicked the door open.

"I have to think of a way to make a good change for you, that's all..."

...

Later later.

One sunny afternoon, the little killer hugged his mobile phone and ran to Xiang Xing's legs, who was basking in the sun on the terrace.

"Mummy, Mummy,"

He stretched out his little fleshy hand and pulled at the trouser legs of his mother, with question marks in his watery soft eyes, "Fan uncles and aunts asked, why is my nickname called Little Killer."

"..."

Xiang Xing recalled that night and suddenly stopped talking.

"...That's right, Mommy,"

The little guy didn't get an answer, so he just ignored the question and continued, "Daddy said he'll be back tonight."

"..."

Thinking of the meaningful WeChat message that the dog man sent a few days ago, Xiang Xing jumped up instantly and picked up the little bun.