Quick Transmigration: The Host Is Sweeter Than Sugar

Shen Yizhi's hand was slapped away suddenly, but he was not angry, but bent his lips, his eyes were smiling, and looked at the person warmly.

After seeing the scene in front of him, a little astonishment flashed in his eyes, and he quickly hid it well, and spoke slowly, with a gentle and clear voice.

"Jing Rong, why are you here? Master has been looking for you for a long time, but he is so anxious."

He is like a generous elder brother who is educating his disobedient younger brother, even if it is a reprimand, he is not angry at all.

The tails of Jing Rong's eyes were slightly raised, revealing a bewitching look, her bright red and soft lips were slightly curved, and her ice-like voice seemed to be ironic.

"Master is anxious? Shouldn't it be you who is more anxious than him?"

He looked up and down the warm and jade-like Shen Yizhi, and a disdainful sneer escaped from his thin lips.

The expression on Shen Yizhi's face froze, as if there was a crack in the perfectly disguised mask.

After all, he is just a twelve-year-old boy now.

Even if he was taught to be scheming since he was a child, it is still difficult to hide his emotions perfectly.

Especially under Jing Rong's provocation.

Su Tang stared blankly at the two people who were arguing, and felt that the tight camouflage covering Shen Yiwai had been pried open a small crack, and she saw the thick malice inside through that crack, twisted and twisted. crazy.

"Let's go back."

Jing Rong ignored him, but walked over and took the girl's hand.

The little girl was in a dazed state, being held by Jing Rong's hand, she forgot to break free, and followed him towards her home without any resistance.

Shen Yizhi didn't stop him either.

If he wants to stop it, there is no way.

But he is now in a critical period, and he cannot use spells easily, otherwise all previous efforts will be wasted if he is not careful...

However, Shen Yizhi was not worried.

There is a father here.

What kind of waves can be caused by a mere scene?

He slightly hooked the corners of his lips, his gaze fell on the tightly clasped hands of the young man and the young girl, and his eyes dimmed again.

For a moment, his gaze was as cold as a poisonous snake.

...

Jing Rong walked very quickly, taking big steps, Su Tang stumbled all the way and was dragged back to the house by him.

After returning to the house, Jing Rong let go of her little hand.

Su Tang immediately withdrew his hand and rubbed his left wrist with his paw.

Originally, Bai Shengsheng's wrist, which was like a piece of lotus root, had a circle of bruises, which looked painful.

The little girl let out a small "hiss".

He put his wrist to his mouth and blew.

Jing Rong noticed Su Tang's movements, and immediately followed her gaze.

The bruising on the wrist is particularly obvious.

"..."

Jing Rong pursed her lips, knowing that she was too hard when she came back, so she accidentally hurt her.

The little milk bag was pulled back by him vigorously, and he didn't complain.

Inexplicably, there were more emotions in his heart that he couldn't explain clearly.

"……sorry."

Su Tang waved his paw.

"It's okay, it's okay, I didn't take this little injury to heart at all!"

For his little brother, Su Tang was extra tolerant.

Jing Rong silently looked at the little milk bag with a bright smile, who didn't care or hold grudges, feeling a bit blocked for no reason.

He hesitated for a moment, then stepped forward, took the girl's hand with his slender fingers, and lightly touched the bruise on the girl's wrist with his cold fingertips.

"Does it hurt?"

Seeing his guilty look, Su Tang's eyes rolled around.

He passed his hand in front of his eyes.

"It won't hurt if you blow it!"