Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

Speaking of this, the old man seemed to suddenly remember something, and his face became solemn.

He pursed his lower lip, lowered his eyes and looked at Jin Xian.

Serious tone: "They will definitely not let me go, and they will definitely come to take my life!"

Saying that, the old man suddenly jumped out of bed again, leaned over, and grabbed Jin Xian's arm.

He seemed to be eager to pull him up, and urged, "Axian, you can't deal with Qiu Heng, take the little girl and leave here, don't come here for a while!"

"My old life is gone, but the little girl's secret must not be known to anyone!"

"...Dad, calm down first."

Jin Xian seemed a little helpless, so he could only stand up and brush the old man's hand away calmly.

I saw that his face was still the same calm color, and he lightly condensed the old man for a moment.

The corners of Qiangui's lips twitched slightly.

With a chuckle, he shook his head slowly, "I will bring her here. Naturally, I am fully prepared. You don't have to worry about this at all."

As the man spoke, he bent his head sideways and glanced at the little guy beside him gently.

The obsidian-like eyes narrowed slightly, "Neither of you will, and nothing will happen to you."

However, after hearing this, the old man showed a look of disbelief, and looked at his son strangely.

I can't help but frown angrily: "Son, I can understand that you want to be a hero in front of your girlfriend, but would you be more realistic for your father?"

As he said that, he raised his hand uneasy and patted his son's shoulder twice.

Continue to mutter, "How can you, a businessman, compare to those dangerous organizations that illegally possess equipment? You..."

"Professor Jin Nan, are you finished yet?"

Jin Xian seemed to be unable to stand the old man's nagging, and a faint look of displeasure suddenly appeared between his delicate eyebrows.

I saw him calmly took two steps back, staggering the old man's shoulder pat.

Then, he turned around again and returned to the back of Xiang Xing's wheelchair.

The little guy only felt a pair of big hands, lightly and gently resting on her shoulders.

The slender fingertips held a slight grip, and the warmth from the palm spread in an instant, which made her extraordinarily reassured and comfortable.

The hoarse voice, accompanied by an inaudible sneer, sounded slowly from the top of his head.

"Dad, who told you that I am an ordinary businessman?"

Jin Xian lowered the corners of his delicate eyes, his eyes were deep, "That's right, the days you've met with me over the past ten years, I'm afraid it's not more than a month, how would you know."

"Forget it, it's none of your business anyway."

After the man said to himself, he evoked a faint gentle smile and leaned down.

Leaning into Xiang Xing's ear, he asked in a low voice, "Okay, I brought you over to see the old man, let's go home, okay?"

After all, he was right.

She's been here all the time, it's not safe.

"……what?"

Xiang Xing, who was still immersed in the father-son drama, suddenly came back to his senses, and couldn't help but respond.

Soft eyes blinked lightly.

no.

Besides coming to visit Professor Jin, what else is she doing here?

After listening to a lot of stories, the little guy actually felt as if his mind was covered in paste, as if he had forgotten something...