Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

That is to say...

The thing that the wolf brought back was a part of a puppet?

Xiang Xing couldn't help but think again of the puppet show he had seen in his previous life.

But this time, the little Cowherd and Weaver Girl in my mind has suddenly changed into the appearance of a black cheongsam woman singing and singing in Fang Qiao's villa.

She couldn't help gasping, "Boss, this can't be..."

"Guessing is useless."

Wu Chen breathed out lightly.

Immediately, he closed the computer, took out his mobile phone, and made a call.

"Jiang Yang, come to my house."

...

ten minutes later.

The shade in the courtyard outside the window is automatic without wind, swaying gracefully.

A lazy meow came faintly in the starless dark night.

Immediately afterwards, a slender figure suddenly appeared outside the iron gate of Wu Chen's house.

As the big irons slowly opened, he quietly and quietly approached slowly.

Walking to the window, he jumped easily into the house.

"It's late at night, and you still don't let people sleep well."

I saw the figure jumping in through the window, holding the big fat Persian cat in his arms, standing in front of Wu Chen and yawning angrily.

The pure black Persian cat also synchronized with his frequency, opened its mouth with him, and meowed.

And this, is the boy dressed as a junior high school student whom Xiang Xing had seen before, Jiang Yang.

However, listening to his complaints, Wu Chen didn't raise his head.

He only slightly raised his hand, hooked his long and slender fingers with clear hooks, and said lightly: "Dahei, come and see the age of this piece of wood."

"Meow~"

The fat cat called Dahei immediately jumped out of the boy's arms and jumped onto the table with ease.

Twirling his little nose, he began to sniff the wood.

Jiang Yang leaned leisurely against the wall beside him, looking at Wu Chen and Xiang Xing with his dark eyes.

In the end, suddenly a narrow chuckle erupted.

so fast.

Thinking about it, he straightened up slowly, and walked to the side of the little guy who was sitting there blankly, looking at Dahei very seriously.

Slowly bending down, trying to hide the curve of her lips that wanted to go up crazily, she laughed softly.

"Miss, do you remember me?"

"..."

Xiang Xing felt a gust of dark wind suddenly blowing past his ears, and couldn't help trembling violently. Subconsciously, he rushed towards the man beside him, hugging his warm and strong arms tightly.

Very uneasy, he glanced at the smiling young man who looked like a little fox.

What are you doing late at night?

Scared her to death.

"...Don't scare her."

Feeling the trembling of the little guy beside him, Wu Chen couldn't help shaking his head helplessly.

The light gray pupils dimmed slightly, and immediately glared at the young man lightly.

The young man looked pure and innocent, and shook his head: "I'm just saying hello to my little sister, so I won't scare her."

Although these words were spoken from that handsome face that was paler than paper, it actually made the surrounding temperature drop by a few points.

The little guy couldn't help trembling again.

She simply nestled her little head into Wu Chen's arms and refused to look at him.

But this move made Jiang Yang laugh even deeper.

Looking at the unconsciously intimate behavior of the two of them, he couldn't help showing a look of satisfaction in his eyes.

I was thinking about whether to continue setting fire to the mountain.

At that time, Dahei, who was sniffing the wood, stopped and meowed.