Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

The little guy stared softly, and was dazed for a while.

Only then did he hold his breath quickly, and quickly grabbed the pillow beside him, covering his little head tightly.

Although I don't know why it happened so suddenly, but let's be an ostrich first.

...

It's a pity that she hasn't done her ostrich business for long, but the big pillow in her arms was pulled away vigorously by the man.

"You don't look like you like me."

Wu Chen sat cross-legged in front of Xiang Xing, his gaze was still light and his face was calm.

It was as if the air-stealing thief just now wasn't him at all.

"...No! I like your boss very much!"

The little guy couldn't help shaking his head vigorously, and stared at his soft eyes seriously.

She bit her pink lips, and softly defended herself, "I just feel... a little sudden."

"Is it sudden?"

Wu Chen raised his delicate eyebrows.

As if thinking about it for a while, Fu shook his head resolutely, "I don't think so."

"……what."

Xiang Xing was a little speechless.

I had no choice but to continue, "But, we've only known each other for a few days..."

"Is it a matter of time?"

Wu Chen suddenly sat up straight.

The slender arms were casually resting on the knees, as if a teacher was lecturing, he spoke solemnly.

"Since you like me and I like you, why should we delay for a year or so, or two or three months, can't we just be together?"

As the man said, as if he had thought of something, his light gray pupils suddenly lit up.

Then he turned over and jumped off the bed, went to the big wardrobe and rummaged through it.

Seeing Xiang Xing's face full of question marks: "Boss, what are you doing?"

"Look for the account book."

Wu Chen didn't even look back.

The voice is still light, but there is no half-perfunctory intention, "The registration office will work in a while, and we will go to get the certificate."

"By the way, do you have your account book with you?"

He still turned around and asked.

And continued, "If you're not here, I'll accompany you home to get it."

"……what??"

Xiang Xing was so shocked by his series of sudden decisions that his jaw almost dropped on the bed.

How did this develop into getting a certificate!

But this is too hasty for him, right?

He's not like her, he doesn't have previous memories, so he probably knows a little about her... right?

Thinking about it, the little guy swallowed, and couldn't help asking cautiously, "That...you didn't intend to, get to know me better, and then..."

"It's nothing more than a process of getting used to and being tolerant, and it won't be too late to take it slowly in the future."

The man answered very decisively.

Soon, his household registration book was also turned out, and he threw it on the bed with his backhand.

Looking at the liver-colored little book, Xiang Xing frowned, still feeling something was wrong: "But..."

"Don't let it go."

Wu Chen quickly cleaned up the cabinet, and then sat back in front of her.

Reaching out to her, "Come on, give me your hand."

"..."

The little guy paused, and finally stretched out his little hand silently.

In the next second, his wrist was gently held by him, and he turned to hold her, and put that little hand directly on the position of his left atrium.

The voice was hoarse and serious, "Can you feel it dancing?"

"...Of course you can."

Xiang Xing couldn't understand.

She only felt that the frequency in her hand was just a normal heartbeat...

"But, before I met you, my heart never skipped a beat."