Quick Transmigration: The Host Is Sweeter Than Sugar

Su Tang didn't know Jing Rong's entanglement.

Seeing the boy staring at the tree trunk silently, she didn't speak for a long time, thinking that the boy was deeply shocked by her big boss aura, so she happily stretched out her hand to pull him.

Halfway through, I remembered that this is not reincarnation.

She cannot paw.

Puffing his cheeks a little dejectedly, his white and soft fingers turned around and pulled the boy's cuffs instead.

Although Guagua said that he was not reincarnated, Su Tang couldn't help but want to get close to him.

Subconsciously treat him as a reincarnation.

Is it really because, like the reincarnation, he is too good-looking?

Su Tang scratched her little head, feeling extremely headache.

But Su Tang is not a sugar who has been entangled in trivial matters.

She pulled the boy's sleeve, raised her head, and looked at the boy in front of her with a smile.

"You promised to be my little brother, so you can't go back on it! But don't worry, I promise you will follow me, you can eat delicious food, drink spicy food, and walk with wind!"

"..."

Jing Rong lowered his thick eyelashes silently, looking at her.

When did he agree to be her little brother?

He opened his mouth, wanting to refuse.

However, meeting the girl's bright eyes, the words of rejection disappeared in an instant.

He lowered his eyes again, and turned his gaze to the girl's fingers grabbing his cuff.

Scallion white, slender.

The upturned little face is fair, and it looks inexplicably soft.

It's really a little milk bag.

Jing Rong thought calmly, before he was reborn, no one dared to let him be his little brother.

How about... try?

It seems good to have someone covering him or something.

He blinked silently, as a default.

Su Tang received the first little brother in this life, the whole candy was very happy, grabbed the little boy's sleeve, and asked him curiously.

"What are you doing hiding in my tree?"

Jing Rong glanced at the little girl's fingers grabbing his sleeve again, and looked away, her pupils were deep and dark, like ink dyed, with a little coldness.

He spoke flatly.

"Hide people."

"Hiding people?" Su Tang repeated the two words the boy said in puzzlement, and looked at him with clear round pupils without blinking, "Is someone chasing you?"

"..."

Jing Rong didn't know what he thought of, the expression in his eyes turned cold in an instant, his fair and delicate facial features seemed to be covered with a layer of ice, and the chill that surged around him was overwhelming. But soon, this coldness was concealed by him again.

He looked down at the little girl and nodded slightly.

"That's right."

"What do you mean?"

Is it still a matter of chasing and killing?

The little girl scratched her head with her paws.

The perplexity on his face deepened a bit, and the little girl opened his already round pupils even more roundly, and the pupils were clean and black and white.

The soft hair is attached to the sides of the little girl's fair baby face, it is obedient and soft, it looks like a cat, and people can't help but want to smooth her hair.

In his life, Jing Rong hated the pure whiteness of such unimportant worldly things the most.

It's like a ray of light shining into a dark place. If you don't want to catch it at all, you will feel dazzling instead.

It will only make him feel worse.

His eyes dimmed a little, he moved his bright red lips, and smiled with no emotion.

"Because of chasing and killing, I just kill people after I chase them. But if I fall into the hands of people who chase me..."

He raised his slender eyelashes, and his expression was indifferent in the dark pupils.

"Probably, life is better than death."