Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

Unfortunately, it does not seem to be effective.

Xiang Xing tilted his small head and frowned slightly.

Doesn't he like to eat roasted chicken legs?

This is their signature dish in Fengxianglou.

Feeling that the food temptation will not succeed, the little guy can only take the big drumstick back and take a bite by himself.

After nibbling, she suddenly had another meal, and she couldn't help but chuck the chicken legs with a grin. After wiping off the oil on her little hand, she quietly squinted towards Feng Lan's neck.

Scratch and scratch gently.

Until a squeaking door opened suddenly came from behind, the girl suddenly looked like a kid doing something wrong, and instantly withdrew her hand, and then retracted to the edge of the bed.

Then he turned his head cautiously and winked at the smiling woman standing by the door.

"When I said General Xiang, I said that Xiaolan was just cultivating his body. When he should wake up, he will wake up."

Feng Han turned back and closed the door, then lightly covered his mouth before pacing up to Xiang Xing.

Seeing that her dress is still a girl’s dress, the woman’s beautiful eyes are full of meaningful smiles, “You can’t make it as if you are taking care of a sick person, staying here all the time...otherwise the saints will doubt you for a while. ."

"... Then let him doubt it."

Xiang Xing shrugged indifferently, and continued to nibble on the chicken thigh.

Humph, they worked so hard to act in such a real scene. Someone also acted himself on the bed and lay down, not all to help him resolve the batch of Beihu assassins who came to assassinate him. .

If he dare to say anything nonsense, or blame something, then Situ Ling is the faint king~

However, after all that said, the little guy still vaguely felt that Feng Lan's general practice of pretending to be true was a bit too messy.

She couldn't help sighing quietly.

After gnawing the chicken legs clean and wiping the hands again, his head continued to droop on the window edge, staring at a certain sleeping beauty.

From time to time, he scratched his palms, neck, or waist.

Seeing this scene, Feng Han, who was making soothing incense, couldn't help opening his eyes unexpectedly.

In the past, whenever Xiaolan used the tortoise's breath, anyone who touched him would be bounced off by his domineering and powerful protective body.

This little general is an exception...

Feng Han couldn't help but think of the meeting a while ago. When the little girl first saw Fenglan, even when she first came back to Fengxiang Tower, she directly played the little brother's "White" with a different tune.

There was a pause, like an epiphany.

It seems that this little girl is the girl in her dream who kept talking about when Xiaolan became ill.

No wonder that when I saw her that night, Xiaolan immediately eased from his madness.

Thinking of this, Feng Han couldn't help lowering his eyes slightly, and smiled with emotion.

It's no wonder that Yi Xiaolan's eyeliner distribution throughout Xuanyuan, and even the entire continent, has been looking for her for a year...

The identity was hidden.

Not to mention, who would have thought that their most brave and eloquent young general in Da Xuanyuan was actually such a lovely and smart daughter.

But at least, I was lucky enough to let Xiaolan meet him.

And this time, he finally came to the end of his hardships.

After thinking about it, Feng Han let out a long sigh of relief.

When I was about to continue the perfumery work, I suddenly heard the direction of the bed, and there were a few very light sneezes.

The woman paused in her hand and couldn't help but glance sideways.