Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

Before she was relieved, the man's long, well-knotted fingertips suddenly pressed her petal-like lips and horns.

Gently flick, wipe away the caramel syrup remaining on your mouth.

Put it into your own mouth with a low smile.

A faint arc suddenly appeared on the thin lips: "Well, it's really sweet."

And, it's not just the sweetness of caramel syrup.

"..."

Xiang Xing stared at Lu Shao Qian in a daze.

But as if he had realized something, he stretched out his little hand nervously and gripped the man's collar tightly.

The charming face suddenly came closer, staring at him with curving lips, serious and worried.

Lu Shaoqian was a little puzzled by her sudden behavior. Feng frowned, "What's the matter?"

"Shao Qian, you can't eat it so quickly."

Xiang Xing twisted his beautiful eyebrows, and his soft eyes were full of anxiety, "What if it is really poisonous, and it is not so fast?"

"…what?"

Lu Shaoqian was stunned.

The reaction came, but he couldn't help but laughed, lowered his eyes slightly, and snorted a few times with a low laugh.

A question mark with a smile on Xiang Xing's face.

Why are you laughing?

Ya Ya said that this kind of poison is present in costume dramas, it will happen slowly, and people will die slowly.

"…you."

Lu Shaoqian smiled and shook his head helplessly. For a long time, he suddenly tightened, bent his arms, and rubbed the dazed little guy into his arms.

Caressing the small furry head that feels so good, there is a beautiful light in the ink eyes.

After a while, he suddenly hung his head again, and pressed it to the small, pink, red, small ears, and beans.

Gently, he sulked his mouth.

The sudden itchiness and itching made Xiang Xing instinctively light and tremble.

"Shao Qian?"

She whispered suspiciously.

But I felt that those powerful arms circled and tightened again.

"Even if you are poisoned to death, I will be with you."

There was a hoarse, hoarse, and whisper in my ear, with an indescribable meaning, "I'm glad."

"..."

Xiang Xing was in a daze.

But he straightened up quickly from the warm chest and chest, frowned, raised his hand and firmly covered Lu Shaoqian's mouth.

"Shao Qian, you can't die."

She stared at him and shook her head seriously.

"Ok?"

The man squinted his eyes slightly, but gently moved away his soft, soft, soft hand.

He smiled more freely, "You are not willing to die, are you?"

"Ok."

Xiang Xing nodded heavily.

When he died, she would no longer have an ambassador for happiness.

He can't die.

Of course, a certain Xiangfu ambassador would not hear these voices.

"good."

He curled the corners of his lips happily, smiled in a dazzling arc, almost fascinated and dizzy the little guy again.

"Then let's stop talking about this unlucky topic in the future."

He seemed to ponder, then he held the little guy again and turned to the computer screen on the table.

I freed up a hand, opened a video, and asked softly, "Come on, do you know what this is?"

Xiang Xing blinked softly, and reluctantly shifted his eyes from the intoxicating smile.

That was a ribbon-cutting video called "Huguangshanshui Development Plan".

Although she didn't know what it was, she could recognize the beautiful woman who stood in the middle and was full of strong femininity.

That was the eldest lady of the Xiang family, and his sister, Xiang Yang, was eight years older than the original owner.

Thinking of this, Xiang Xing tilted his head slightly and recalled the story that he had glimpsed in a hurry.

"This seems to be a project that my sister has been paying attention to recently."