Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

Then, he took the burden from a young man and stood up silently.

Xiang Xing saw her looking at the house as if she was thinking about it for the last time.

Afterwards, under the escort of a group of people, the mother-in-law and grandson slowly left this magnificent compound.

Until the man led a group of people and a carload of countless belongings out of the courtyard.

Finally, two white seals were affixed to this once brilliant building materials factory.

The moment the man turned around, Xiang Xing suddenly saw the face clearly.

Although there are only a few wrinkles, she looks only forty years old.

But that familiar face made the little guy stunned suddenly.

Immediately afterwards, the picture suddenly moved forward like a rushing tide.

Until Xiang Xing trembled suddenly, everything in front of him returned to reality.

A faint sense of powerlessness quickly spread throughout her body, causing her to sway, and immediately leaned back.

Fortunately, a hug that he had been paying attention to for a long time suddenly circled over at this moment, and received her firmly in his arms.

The powerful arms tightened subconsciously.

What lingered in my ears was a hoarse and low voice, which was full of worry and asked softly: "Are you okay?"

"……Well."

The little guy took a deep breath and nodded slightly.

He didn't get up immediately, but turned slightly sideways, shrinking into the warm and explaining embrace.

Soft eyes narrowed slightly.

"..."

Seeing her acting like this, Wu Chen couldn't help but froze again.

After thinking about it, he simply sat on the ground so that she could sit on his lap and lean more comfortably.

After a long pause, he suddenly continued to ask, "What did you see?"

"...I saw several people."

Xiang Xing murmured and rubbed against the bosom a few times.

Suddenly he tilted his little head up, his soft eyes met those light gray eyes that were staring at him seriously.

Her pink lips moved, "There is Grandpa Murong, Grandpa Murong's grandma, and many young guys...and, a middle-aged man."

"The middle-aged man came with a group of people and raided the building materials factory."

As she spoke, she paused for a moment, couldn't help tilting her head, and asked, "Guess who he is?"

"..."

Wu Chen pondered for a moment.

His eyes flickered slightly, "Zhu Yu'an?"

And if you want to say that back then, he was probably the only one who could personally lead a team to raid the house in Qinghe City.

Thinking about it, the man couldn't help laughing. Shaking his head helplessly, "So Murongye met Zhu Yu'an when he was a child, but he forgot about it."

"Well, not only that."

Xiang Xing blinked his soft eyes, raised his onion-like finger, and shook it a few times.

He continued, "I found out that Grandpa Murong's grandma should have known old man Zhu Yu'an a long time ago."

"And hate him very much, or hate him."

Although she doesn't know why.

But the flash of disgust in Grandma Murong's eyes seemed to be deeply imprinted in her heart, and she couldn't ignore it.

His intuition told Xiang Xing that the seized building materials factory, Granny Murong, and Zhu Yu'an must have something to do with Naluo Qingya.

In order to prove this point, the little guy pursed his lips, and suddenly, as if he had made up his mind, he struggled out of the man's embrace.

"I'm going to look further ahead."

She raised her soft eyes and looked at Wu Chen firmly.

Wu Chen squinted his eyes lightly, seemingly dissatisfied: "You want to watch it twice a night?"