Quick Transmigration: The Host Is Sweeter Than Sugar

"An incredible guess emerged in my heart."

"Incredible guess +1"

Feng Linbai was probably also paying attention to the live broadcast, without saying anything else, he punched him on the shoulder, then curled his lips in disgust, signaling him to get out of here.

Jiang Beiyu glanced at him, for the sake of the strawberry candy, it was rare that he didn't hate anyone, but went back to Jiang's house with the strawberry candy.

When Jiangbeiyu went back, Su Tang was still playing games seriously.

The girl turned her back to him, only the back of her head could be seen, her soft hair was combed into a high ponytail, and her fluffy black hair poured down.

Jiang Beiyu raised his eyes and glanced at the little girl who was playing games seriously, then looked down at the strawberry candy in the schoolbag, subconsciously locked the schoolbag in the closet first, and then casually walked to the little girl's side.

When he walked over, Su Tang was punching the player who hit her gun into a box with a ferocious face.

The barrage in the live broadcast room flew up.

"??? Brother dei, who are you? How do you use Yushen's account to broadcast live?"

"Is it the wrong account of the team???"

"I think this game style...why does it look like a child of the Yu God?"

Although Jiang Beiyu disclosed his relationship with Su Tang, his fans only know that Su Tang's name is pronounced as "sutang" and looks like a mosaic.

Before the round was over, Jiang Beiyu simply sat on the bed beside her and waited for her.

The man was lazily leaning against the head of the bed, with his slender legs crossed, his black hair lining his fair face, and under the soft and bright light, he had an extra sense of tenderness.

After Su Tang finished playing the game, he glanced at one side and saw such a beautiful scene.

She blinked, "You're back."

Jiang Beiyu hummed, got up from the bed, leaned against her with a slender figure, and turned off the game.

Su Tang raised her face in wonder.

"Stop fighting?"

Jiang Beiyu hummed again, taking advantage of the little girl's inattention with his slender, fair fingers, he quickly turned on the microphone in the live broadcast room, his voice deep and deep.

"Stop beating, go to bed."

Everyone in the live broadcast room: "...???"

What kind of tiger-wolf word is this? ? ?

Although the screen is just a computer desktop now, the fans are itching, scratching their heads and wanting to hear the follow-up.

After a while, Jiangbeiyu's rambunctious voice came out again.

"I just went to find Feng Erbai, but that kid was also driving the live broadcast, and the car overturned."

Su Tang couldn't hold back, and burst out laughing.

"You deserve it."

Jiang Beiyu pinched her little face and snorted softly, "You're still laughing at me, you little heartless."

Su Tang didn't know that the microphone in the live broadcast room was turned on by him, so without thinking too much, he got up from the chair, raised his hand and yawned softly.

"Then you close the live broadcast room, I don't know how to do it. Auntie just cleaned up a room for me, I will go to bed after cleaning up, and you go to bed early too."

Jiang Beiyu raised his hand and pulled the little girl back into his arms, acting sticky and coquettish.

"No, I can't sleep by myself."

"I want Tangtang to sleep with me."

While speaking, the right hand closed the live broadcast room——

Facing the screen that suddenly went black and the prompt "The anchor you follow is not at home" in the upper left corner, everyone in the live broadcast room was stunned.

It took a moment to react.

The live broadcast room was quickly swamped by "old hooligans".

"Fuck, fuck, Yu God, you are a real dog!"

"Vicious dog man, the opening of the microphone in the second half of the cliff was intentional!"