Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

Seeing that Yan Heng was helpless for a while.

Compared with his kiss, this big chicken leg seems to be more able to save her at the moment.

It made him almost eat the vinegar of this chicken leg.

...

Soon, Xiang Xing gnawed the roasted chicken leg clean.

Still instigating bones and fingers.

"Aren't you full?"

Seeing that she didn't even want to let go of the last tinge of chicken bones, the man couldn't help laughing again and again, raised his hand and rubbed his soft little head.

"I haven't eaten all night, of course I'm not full..."

The little guy put down the chicken bones reluctantly, his mouth was slightly deflated, and he sighed faintly.

But he smiled shallowly, leaned back, and leaned back into the warm embrace.

The soft eyes were bright and bright, looking forward to winking at the man, "Are you going to continue to invite me to eat?"

"It's all curfew, I just want to invite you, and no restaurant is still open, right?"

Yan Heng raised his hand with a smile and squeezed the soft dough face that felt very good.

Suddenly pretending to be helpless, and imitating her appearance, he sighed faintly, "Alas... it's a pity that this general is still in the northern border, and there is no way to invite the national teacher into my general's mansion and taste my food. Cooking skills..."

"...Cut, it's clearly because you're lazy."

Xiang Xing rolled his eyes and shouted angrily, "Grandpa has a pot and a stove, and I haven't seen you cook before..."

"Why are you still called Grandpa?"

Hearing the name of the old man that popped out of the little guy's mouth, the man couldn't help but feel a little dissatisfied.

He pursed his thin lips lightly, and suddenly lowered his deep ink eyes, and a deep color appeared at the bottom of his eyes.

With a hoarse voice, his arms tightened a bit, "In a short while, you should call me grandfather with me, don't you know?"

"Well?"

Xiang Xing frowned in confusion.

Yan Heng smiled lowly, buried his head in her neck, and rubbed it a few times.

Then he pressed against the soft ear, his voice was so hoarse that there was only breath left, and it overturned.

"Because the emperor has promised to marry you and me, the time... is set on the fifteenth day of the first month of next year."

"..."

Hearing this, the little guy froze for a moment.

There were two shy pink halos on his cheeks, and he couldn't help coughing, his watery eyes flickered slightly, "You, do you still remember..."

That joking palm reading was obviously just what she said casually.

Thinking about it, Xiang Xing suddenly had a little regret.

"...If I knew it earlier, I would have said the day earlier!"

She couldn't help but muttered softly.

Although the words were as thin as mosquitoes, they were still heard by the man beside his ear.

The strong and warm arms froze slightly.

"Maybe... I might not be able to make it back on that day."

He smiled lowly, his ink eyes swayed a little, and suddenly dimmed a little.

"Xiu Jinxu will be angry and angry because of our actions, and speed up his strategy; and the strength of the guards in my hands is not as strong as the brothers still in the northern border..."

After speaking, Yan Heng was silent for a while.

Suddenly took a deep breath.

He let go of the little man in his arms, pulled her straight over, and looked at himself.

With a serious look, and with a hint of unbearable, he said dumbly, "If, I can't come back..."

"Bah, bah, bah! Bad spirits, not good spirits!"

Xiang Xing panicked and quickly interrupted his next words. He quickly stretched out his small hand and covered his mouth tightly.