Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

"And my gut tells me there's something we want to know about it."

After finishing speaking, Xiang Xing suddenly raised his small head, and his soft eyes stared at the man next to him very seriously.

"Boss, I want to look deeper like I did that night."

She bit her pink lips, her voice was soft and cautious, "So, can you please give me a hand at the critical moment like that night, and pull me back?"

"..."

Wu Chen stared at her blankly.

The bottom of her eyes flickered a little, but she suddenly broke into a smile, and the corners of her pale lips curled up inexplicably, "I'm not 100% sure, so, are you sure?"

"You must have some... If not, I will consider myself unlucky."

Xiang Xing smiled sweetly at him.

Then, without giving him another chance to stop him, he directly opened his deeper spiritual vision, and stared at the turtle pattern.

really.

Not long after, large and large sections of the picture, as if looking at flowers on a horse, frantically passed by in an inverted form under the little guy's eyes.

Until the figure of the little hairy boy who was holding a small stone, scribbled on the pillar, and laughed, appeared in the picture.

She stopped suddenly and stared at it.

It was an autumn afternoon more than sixty years ago.

The little doll, who was only three or four years old, finished drawing the turtle, couldn't help laughing, and rushed towards the yard beside him.

He jumped to the lap of the middle-aged woman who was lying on the rocking chair, giggled and said, "Grandma, I drew a turtle! Come and see if it looks like it!"

"...Why are you scribbling on the pillar again!"

While yelling, the middle-aged woman got up and followed him.

It's a pity, before she bent down and took a look at the turtle painting.

Suddenly, there was a sound of orderly footsteps behind him.

The woman trembled when she heard it.

Xiang Xing saw a look of disgust flash across her eyes, but it recovered in an instant, and then turned into a faint smile.

Turning around, he gave a salute to the group of people strolling past Xiang Xing's body.

And the leader, the man who could only see the back from the little guy's current angle, laughed sassyly a few times.

"Sister Murong, we are here to help you move!"

As he spoke, he suddenly waved his hand, and the large army behind him immediately dispersed in all directions, running towards each house.

He continued, "Sister-in-law Murong, don't worry, these things will not lose your Murong family's share in the end! All this is for the future of Qinghe..."

"You don't need to say anything, I understand everything, I understand everything!"

Mrs. Murong quickly waved her hand, interrupting the man's words.

She suddenly smiled embarrassingly, then squatted down again, hugging the little doll who didn't understand anything into her arms very affectionately.

Sighing softly, "I just don't know when my Ye'er will be able to go to private school..."

"Sister Murong, don't worry! We will definitely solve the problem of children's reading!"

The man continued to laugh, and suddenly reached out and rubbed the little baby's head.

He said, "Besides, Brother Murong has already been assigned a good job in the Academy of Engineering. When the time comes, your family will be able to live together again. Nothing is more important than family reunion, isn't it?"

"...Yes, yes."

Aunt Murong smiled lightly.