Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

"In addition, the Wu family is now married to that Xiang family, let's not talk about the real estate of the Xiang family - Yirun Real Estate, which is the leader of our Qinghe City..."

"Even the invitations sent by his two families to all walks of life, the recipients are also among the best, even... not even inferior to your big shots."

As he said that, feeling that the old man's mood swings were about to explode, Zhao Feng had no choice but to quickly add a few more sentences.

"Well... But we can still be optimistic. After all, the current decision over there seems to be that we won't continue to investigate..."

"If you don't look down, you can't let them go, especially that Xiang Xing! Do you know that her damn eyes are about to see all the truth!"

The old man yelled in anger.

Then, as if pitying his life, he calmed down his breath.

His cloudy eyes sharpened, "Anyway, no one should ever know about that incident back then!... No matter what method you use, no matter what difficulties you encounter, you must do it for me!"

"Also, hurry up and get my puppet back... I'm dying. When I die, I must be buried with her!"

"……yes……"

...

the other end.

The wedding of the two, on the contrary, was postponed until two months later because various big shots couldn't get away recently.

And Xiang Xing, who had received the certificate and had no work in the office, suddenly became idle.

Lived a life of being fed and fed by Wu Chen, looking like a fairy and carefree.

It's been a while.

Until one day, the little guy lazily got up from the bed.

But he found that Wu Chen had brought out two suitcases and carefully packed clothes and some travel items into them.

Seeing that she was confused: "Ah Chen, where are you going?"

strangeness.

He didn't tell her that he was going on a trip.

"Wake up."

The man responded with a chuckle, but did not lift his head.

Continuing with the movements in his hands, he replied, "Honey, we have to go back to my house, I need to get something."

As he spoke, he raised his exquisite eyes and gently narrowed his eyes at her.

"Take our family heirloom ring, it will be used for the wedding."

"That's it..."

Xiang Xing hugged the small pillow, his messy little head tilted.

Speaking up.

She got the certificate in a daze. It seems that she hasn't seen her parents-in-law yet.

Will we see you this time?

Would the two patriarchs, who were so unpredictable, like her daughter-in-law who jumped out halfway?

...

In the end, she still didn't see it.

Wu Chen's parents almost settled abroad because of their work.

As a result, only a group of servants and housekeepers are guarding the huge old Wu family house in front of her at this moment.

After getting the so-called heirloom of the Wu family - a pair of pale yellow-green opal rings, the two of them still lived in this deep mountain forest for a few more days.

Until one early morning, Wu Chen led the little guy who was still sleeping in a daze, and came to the side hall of Wu's house, in front of a huge gossip mirror that was as tall as a person.

"Master, young mistress, good morning."

Wu Bo, the old housekeeper of the Wu family, seemed to be waiting again early, and when he saw the two of them coming, he hurried forward and bowed respectfully.

Then, pointing to the gossip mirror behind him, he said with a light smile, "Master, everything is ready, and the 'obstacles' on the road have also been cleared away."

"Ok."