Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

Finally, he smiled lightly.

What a wonderful relationship.

"...So, for the sake of Qingya, the two of you came to me directly, on behalf of Mr. Wu, you are willing to help Qingya, right?"

As Yu Rong spoke, the same look of hope as Luo Qingya suddenly appeared on his face, and he looked forward to Wu Chen's answer nervously and excitedly.

Wu Chen didn't answer her immediately.

He just lowered his head slightly and glanced at Xiang Xing.

Those light gray pupils seemed to be asking her if she should agree to this matter.

Seeing this scene, the little guy couldn't help but tilt his head.

After thinking about it, he suddenly took Wu Chen's arm and pulled him to a corner of the office.

I saw her blinking her soft eyes, her small face was very serious, and she asked softly, "Ah Chen, will it be difficult for you to promise her?"

If it is difficult to do, or it will be the other way around, it will hurt her Ah Chen.

Then she will definitely not agree~

Wu Chen didn't seem to expect that she would ask such a question, let alone that she was thinking about him at the moment.

After a pause, the smile on the thin crimson lips finally couldn't help but glisten, extremely bright.

He laughed for a while.

Then he took another deep breath, nodded slowly and confidently: "Of course it's not difficult."

"so."

The little guy seems to understand.

The soft apricot pupils fluttered a few times, and finally nodded softly, "Then, then I want to help Miss Qingya."

"Okay, let's help her."

Wu Chen curled his lips, raised his hand, and vigorously rubbed the soft little head.

Immediately straightened up, took the little guy's hand, and returned to Yu Rong.

Smile lightly.

"It's a pleasure working with us."

...

After negotiating with Yu Rong all morning, Wu Chen drove Xiang Xing back to the gate of his house.

The two just got out of the car, but they both had a meal.

At the same time, he noticed that there was an extremely bad breath coming quietly from the side.

Soon, Xiang Xing heard a burst of laughter that was very familiar and hated in the memory of the original owner.

She panicked instinctively, and couldn't help raising her eyes to follow the sound.

Sure enough, he saw the psychic named Zhao Feng walking over slowly with a group of burly men in black suits and sunglasses.

He quietly surrounded the two of them.

"Hahaha...Mr. Wu, please stay safe."

Zhao Feng smiled sassyly, waved his hand at Wu Chen, and greeted Wu Chen without any kindness.

Wu Chen narrowed his eyes lightly, and glanced at him coldly.

After a while, he suddenly sneered and sneered mercilessly, "Zhao Feng, you are earning black money again."

"NONONO~ How can this be black-hearted money? This is hero's money, not to mention how bright and righteous it is! Hahahaha!..."

Zhao Feng laughed again.

His eyes turned cold for a moment, "So, I've come to this point, you should also know who you are fighting against now, right?"

"Oh?"

Wu Chen intentionally showed a look of surprise.

He shrugged his shoulders lightly, spread his arms, and sneered, "Excuse me, what have I done, and who did I go against?"

"you!……"

Zhao Feng was cheated by his position, so angry that he almost cursed.

But he forcibly endured it, and kept laughing hard, "Okay, very good, I don't want to admit it, right...then look at what this is!"

As he spoke, he suddenly took out a decent search warrant.

14,000 is over, hehehe~

Good night~Tickets~