Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

"..."

The more Xiang Xing listened to the so-called "characteristics", the more reddened his little face became.

Finally, he couldn't help but shyly raised his hand and pushed Zhong Lixun away.

Immediately, he grabbed the free grass and held it tightly in his arms, "Then, I'll give it to you later... I'll keep it for now!"

"Why?"

Zhong Lixun smiled even more, with a hint of teasing in his voice, "Aren't you curious? Aren't you looking forward to it? I'm your husband..."

"...You, you have to wait until the marriageable age of the law on the earth before you can mention this!"

Feeling that the man seemed to be about to say something out of control, the little guy instantly grabbed the soft face, closed his eyes tightly, and shouted to stop him in a milky voice.

When I was young, my mind was filled with all kinds of messes...

Xiangfu ambassador or something, it is really more cunning from generation to generation.

"Okay, okay, just kidding you."

Seeing the little guy's face full of resistance, Zhong Lixun laughed again and again, and rubbed his little head, which was about to burst with heat.

But he blinked again and approached Xiang Xing again.

Eyes full of smiles, "You can't eat the golden arch bucket, but you can always eat a piece of chicken, right?"

"…what golden arch buckets and chicken nuggets? Where are they?"

Hearing the very familiar name, Xiang Xing was stunned, and his saliva almost drooled.

These damn sweet junk food...he didn't change her!

Thinking about it, the little guy subconsciously got closer, and his little hand grabbed the man's collar violently.

But before she could ask further questions, Zhong Lixun raised his eyebrows with a smile and bowed his head down.

Tell her with a kiss what the so-called chicken nuggets are.

...

After a long time, the man let go of her again.

Pressing against the cold forehead, he whispered earnestly, "Before you leave next time, you must come and tell me in person, you know?"

"it is good……"

The little guy was still in a trance, and responded naively.

"That's good."

The man hooked his lips in satisfaction and kissed her again.

With serious eyes, "Thank you."

"Um……?"

Xiang Xing opened his soft eyes and said subconsciously, "You don't..."

But the words were sealed back by kisses again.

He never let go of her again.

The night is still long...

...

half a month later.

Xiang Kang, who was on a business trip in a neighboring city, received a secret document.

According to the data, Jiang Chuhong poured black dog blood into the ashes of his daughter Xiang Xing, and even rushed into the toilet, so frightened that he almost fell off the office chair.

There was a strong chill on the back.

How could she... how could she do this to his dead daughter!

Thinking of this, Xiang Kang didn't even want to do work in an instant, so he rushed home and wanted to confront Jiang Chuhong.

But what he didn't expect was that as soon as the door was opened, he smelled a disgusting stench.

His wife, Jiang Chuhong, was sitting on the floor of the living room with her hair disheveled, her body dirty and seemingly incontinent.

Her spirit also seemed to be extremely abnormal. When she saw him pushing the door in, she screamed and rushed over with a fruit knife.

"Chu Hong you!...Uh..."

When Xiang Kang was shocked, he couldn't dodge in time, and the fruit knife stabbed directly into his left waist.

He covered the wound and collapsed to the ground, only to see Jiang Chuhong as if he had never heard of it, grinning and grinning.

"Hehe...you monsters, how powerful can you be...hehehehe..."

She swayed the fruit knife in her hand, her eyes full of frenzy, "It's not... a knife, you can end it..."

Thank you Mo Dian for the reward~

good night~