Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

Although, what she sang was not some opera in the confession of the two old people, but a popular song of that era.

Maybe it's because the two old people haven't heard this song before, and her accent is relatively thin. At first glance, it does have half the meaning.

However, although this song is not scary, the tone full of age, coupled with the atmosphere created in the window, is in this quiet late night, but there is a sense of shuddering.

Listening to her singing over and over again, the two people in the car couldn't help but look at each other.

That's the one who didn't run away.

"Boss, what shall we do now?"

Xiang Xing lowered his soft voice extremely low, leaned close to Wu Chen's ear, and asked in a low voice, "Should we go directly to catch her, or?"

"...That's Fang Qiao's house, how are you going to get in and catch her?"

Wu Chen cast a sideways glance at the little guy speechlessly, and shook his head slightly, "Do you want to be on the Weibo hot search of 'Secretly breaking into the female star's boudoir late at night' the next day?"

"……what."

Xiang Xing was taken aback for a moment.

He couldn't help twitching the corner of his mouth in embarrassment, scratching the back of his head with a dry smile, "That's right."

So what to do.

She pursed her mouth depressedly, and muttered silently in her heart.

The heartfelt voice was heard by the man next to him.

In the next second, the little guy suddenly felt his slender hands attacking towards his face.

Then, her forehead was honorably tapped by the man with his fingers bent.

"I brought you here, not to let you see the big villa and eat the golden arches."

Wu Chen's helpless hoarse voice suddenly rang in his ears, "Use your spiritual vision to see, besides that woman, what other clues can you find here."

"...Okay."

Xiang Xing rubbed his head sadly, and obediently continued to turn in the direction of the villa.

With big soft eyes, he looked at the villa from top to bottom, from left to right.

At first glance, nothing was found.

However, as the cheongsam woman's song was repeated more and more times, she also faintly felt that the whole villa began to slowly change.

First of all, the gray windows were lit up with the same dim lights one by one from upstairs to downstairs.

There are also gradually more and more people inside, but they are in different shapes.

Some shadows looked like servants at work, some were in neat suits, or in military uniforms, or, like the woman, were also wearing extremely graceful and close-fitting gorgeous cheongsams, with different hairstyles.

The toasts were interlaced, and the conversation was very happy.

It seemed that the villa was a salon most favored by the upper class in that era.

Looking at it, even the appearance of the villa gradually changed.

It became like the blurred projection that Xiang Xing saw in the photos, and it also became the most fashionable Western-style building at that time.

Such a change, as if time and space overlapped, came into the eyes of the little guy.

Even gradually, it made her look a little dazed.

It was as if the soul was going to be sucked in by the blurred atmosphere.

Just when she felt that she was about to sink, but she couldn't extricate herself.

The girl suddenly felt another pain from being knocked on her forehead.

"Come back soon."

The cold, yet inexplicably seductive words penetrated into Xiang Xing's eardrums.

It brought her back to her senses in an instant, and she couldn't help rubbing her soft eyes vigorously and shaking her head.