Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

Walking into the villa, Xiang Xing blinked softly, and quickly looked up and down the environment of the room that was likely to be her home.

I saw that the two-story villa is quite exquisitely decorated, and the inner wall is the same as the outer wall, and it is also very girlish macaron color.

The whole home and furnishings are very unique and lovely. There is also a specially vacated display wall in the living room, which is full of various photos and group photos of her and Zhao Qianqian.

Judging from the antiquity of the photo frame and the photo, as well as the faces of the girls of different ages in the photo, the two should have known each other since they were very young and grew up together.

This house doesn't look like it's rented, it should be bought by one of them, or both of them.

After the analysis, the little guy kept these preliminary findings in his heart.

Afterwards, Zhao Qianqian took her to the pink sofa in the living room and sat down, and seeing that she was used to it, she took out a medicine box from the small cabinet beside her.

"Come on, let me take a look at your injury first."

The woman raised Xiang Xing's sleeves with a worried look on her face.

Soon, the arms that were almost scattered with scars appeared again in front of the three pairs of eyes.

"hiss……"

Zhao Qianqian took a low breath, and without saying a word, took out a medical cotton swab, and a half-used ointment, and began to apply medicine to the little guy.

Seeing this scene, the two big men on the side couldn't help frowning frequently.

Looking at Xiang Xing's delicate face that was slightly tensed and his brows seemed to twitch in pain, Zuo Yan squinted his eyes, and his heart twitched for no reason.

He pursed his lips lightly, and then, as if he couldn't hold back, with a slightly calm and magnetic voice, he asked lightly, "She does this often?"

"……what?"

Zhao Qianqian was stunned for a moment.

After a pause, he first blinked his beautiful eyes at Xiang Xing and asked in a low voice, "Can you say it?"

"Well."

The little guy nodded his head without hesitation.

After all, she also wanted to know, cough...

"All right."

Seeing this, Zhao Qianqian looked sideways at the expressionless handsome man, and nodded at him, "Every time Xingxing goes home, she will come back with a whole body injury... It's always been like this since she was a child."

"...No, why??"

Before Zuo Yan could respond, Xing Mu, who was beside him, jumped up abruptly, his face full of confusion, "Why beat a child well? Domestic violence is against the law!"

As he spoke, he couldn't help frowning again, and gave Xiang Xing a strange look.

He whispered softly, "Well, is it because of work?"

After all, he has heard that the Xiang family is a very traditional and old-fashioned aristocratic family... It seems reasonable that they can't accept their children being Internet celebrities and doing live broadcasts.

But that's not going to be a direct hit, is it? ?

"Hey, it's not because of work, otherwise she would have been prevented from doing live broadcasts with her fortune-telling ability."

Listening to the male ticket's self-talk, Zhao Qianqian smiled faintly.

Some helplessly looked at Xiang Xing, and sighed slightly, "But I don't know exactly why..."

Saying that, the woman shook her head, suddenly bent her slender fingers, and flicked the forehead of the little guy who was also a little dumbfounded.

Pretending to be angry, "After so many years, this silly girl has never told me the truth."

"But..."

Zhao Qianqian suddenly let out a long sigh of relief, and put on a look of relief, "From today onwards, this little guy can finally escape from that broken house and the clutches of that dead old man!"

As she continued to apply medicine to Xiang Xing, she smiled, "In order to celebrate Xing's official departure from the bitter sea, I booked a Michelin package at the Toon Hotel tonight, and I want to have a happy trip with her!"

"……Hey,"

Xing Mu rolled his eyes when he heard it, and couldn't help but glared at his female vote, "Is it appropriate for you to say that?"

After all, it is also Xiang Xing's father and family.

However, before Zhao Qianqian could speak, Xiang Xing returned to his senses and nodded vigorously at him.

With a solemn voice, he said, "It's appropriate!"

This kind of home sounds so scary, it is not a bad thing to leave early.

Of course, it was mainly because Zhao Qianqian mentioned the Michelin package just now...

If you don't say that you can celebrate happily, then you may not be able to eat it!

Thinking of this, the little guy's saliva almost dripped from the corner of his mouth.

"Look, our stars are very conscious!"

Zhao Qianqian shrugged helplessly.

He continued to put medicine on the girl's arm.

Right now.

The little guy suddenly felt that the arm on the other side seemed to be lifted slightly.

She was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but glance at it subconsciously.

I saw that Zuo Yan sat next to her at some point, but at this time he had already picked up the cotton swab and the ointment and squeezed it carefully.

At this time, his thin lips were pursed tightly, his head was slightly lowered, and his long and thick feathered eyelashes slightly covered his delicate eyes, but he could not see the color of the bottom of his eyes.

But after preparing the ointment, without saying a word, he smeared it on the scar on her arm.

Seeing this scene, Xiang Xing was even more stunned, and his soft eyes opened subconsciously.

However, he felt that the man's smearing movements were extremely light, and he seemed to be more careful and meticulous than Zhao Qianqian.

As if gently wiping a very precious work of art.

Seeing that the little guy seemed to have made a mistake in his heart, he suddenly shuddered.

Unexpectedly, this ruthless man has such a gentle side.

——Such a man must be the Ambassador of Happiness, right? yes? ?

The girl couldn't help but began to pray frantically in her heart.

...

With Zuo Yan's assistance in applying the medicine, the injuries on Xiang Xing's arm were healed in a short while.

Then, Zhao Qianqian also dragged the little guy into the bedroom to check and continue to deal with her injuries.

"...Crooked? Zuo Yan? Zuo Tianwang??"

Seeing Zuo Yan's nervous appearance, staring at the upstairs bedroom door motionless, Xing Mu couldn't help but chuckle, raised his hand deliberately, and shook it vigorously in front of him.

Deliberately teased, "You fell in love at first sight, you fell in love with someone?"

"……No."

Hearing this, Zuo Yan instantly retracted his gaze and glanced to the other side slightly unnaturally.

After a while of silence, he opened his thin lips slightly and said in a low voice, "I just feel that I have some inspiration."

"Huh? Inspiration?"

Xing Mu opened his eyes in astonishment.

After a pause, he just smiled oddly, raised his eyebrows at him, "No, brother, you said you want to write songs yourself, so you want to write songs about domestic violence?"

"This kind of subject matter is not popular now, especially with a big traffic like you."

I saw him hugging his chest slightly, the smile on his face suddenly dissipated, and he replaced it with a serious manager's style.