Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

After a while, she turned her delicate face blankly and looked at Wu Chen.

It happened to meet his light gray eyes that were slightly worried.

After only a moment of contact, the man was stunned, and quickly hid all his emotions.

In the next second, the long and slender hand that gave her a shudder lightly rested on Xiang Xing's head and rubbed it a few times.

With a hoarse voice, it seemed to be persuasive, "Remember, you can't look too deeply into those things, otherwise you won't be able to come back."

As Wu Chen spoke, he suddenly paused again.

He slightly hooked the corners of his crimson lips, and sneered slightly amusingly, "You are the eldest lady of the Xiang family, and the Xiang family didn't teach you this?"

"..."

The little guy blinked his soft eyes silently.

He lowered his head and whispered, "Hmm...my dad won't let me be a psychic."

"It really sneaked out."

Wu Chen helplessly smiled and shook his head.

No wonder there are those two crow messengers watching the whole process.

That's all.

She wants to do it, and it's not that no one teaches her.

After thinking about it, the man silently withdrew his hand.

But he changed hands and put away the compass on the front of the car, and immediately started the engine, as if he was about to leave.

The little guy was taken aback for a moment: "Huh?... Are you leaving now? Didn't you say hello to grandpa and grandma?"

That woman came out to sing again tonight, doesn't it mean that the two old people will have to listen to the singing in the middle of the night again.

This didn't solve the problem and ran...

Does the White Mist Office really not accept complaint letters?

Unexpectedly, the man who turned the steering wheel and turned around smiled lightly.

"Tonight, I just came to find out. Let's go back and study what you saw, and then make the next step."

As Wu Chen spoke, his exquisite eyes flicked to the side lightly.

Frowning lightly, "As for the old Murong couple... I think I should receive a thank you letter from them tomorrow."

"……why?"

Xiang Xing didn't understand, he heard question marks all over his head.

The man smiled without saying a word, stepped on the accelerator, and sped out of the Finuohuayuan villa area.

...

The car drove on the highway back to the city again.

Thinking of the weird experience of almost getting lost in the past just now, Xiang Xing suddenly felt a little scared.

Can't help turning around again, brought some chicken wing burgers from the back seat, and decided to make a good supplement.

However, before she unwrapped the hamburger, the little guy suddenly felt his eyes spinning.

Even the burgers turned into colorful swirls...

Why are you so dizzy all of a sudden...

She thought about it endlessly.

After a while, there was a "boom", and it hit the front of the car.

The black Mulsanne suddenly came to a sudden stop: "What's wrong with you?"

"..."

Seeing her unconscious appearance, Wu Chen suddenly felt his heart tremble.

He couldn't help reaching out his hand quickly, straightened the little guy upright, and leaned back in the chair.

At this time, she suddenly discovered that her small forehead was actually covered with fine beads of sweat.

The cheeks that were originally pink and clear also became as white as paper.

Wu Chen was taken aback by her appearance, lowered his eyes and thought for a while, and couldn't help but quickly grabbed that delicate and weak little hand, and took a closer look at it.

After a while, the light gray pupils suddenly shrank.

The black Mulsanne sped off the highway again at a speed close to the critical limit...

...

When Xiang Xing regained consciousness, he felt as if he was lying flat somewhere.

Soft and velvety, with a fresh smell.

Well.

bed, huh?