Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

"Is it because of your wife?"

Luo Qingya also thought of Zhu Yu'an's original wife, and couldn't help making a sour snort.

Luan hugged her chest angrily, and said angrily, "Speaking of which, you don't seem to be planning to marry me as your concubine...Zhu Yuan, you are so afraid of that yellow-faced woman, do you want her to agree to take a concubine yourself!"

"...What nonsense are you talking about!"

When she said this, Zhu Yu'an seemed a little unhappy, and couldn't help reprimanding him softly.

Then, she quickly changed her expression, continued to put on an affectionate face, and said in a gentle voice, "Qingya, I have said it many times, you can only be my wife, I will never let you be a concubine or concubine of!"

"So, give me a little more time, and let me send that Peng Wei away...I'll marry you in again, okay?"

"..."

Seeing the majestic and mighty warlord in front of thousands of troops, but obediently flattering him like a pet in front of him, even Luo Qingya couldn't bear to be angry anymore.

He could only nod helplessly, acquiescing to the so-called promise he made again.

Then, Xiang Xing saw the satisfied warlord walk out of the courtyard of the building materials factory with his lover in his arms.

I meditated.

At this point in time, it was obviously after Luo Qingya retired.

Moreover, Luo Qingya also knew that her image would be made into a puppet, although she seemed unwilling, she did not stop it.

That is.

That puppet was really her.

Thinking about it, Xiang Xing nodded subconsciously.

He didn't stay any longer, and directly exited the spiritual vision state and returned to reality.

Opening her soft eyes again, she saw a group of people, ghosts and animals around her, all staring at her with serious and nervous expressions.

Seeing her blink her soft eyes, they all breathed a sigh of relief.

Wu Chen even handed over a glass of lavender-red drink immediately: "Come on, drink this, and regain some energy."

"Well, thank you~"

The little guy smiled lightly, took the teacup, and sucked it in small mouthfuls.

It wasn't until the curiosity of all the ghosts and animals was overwhelmed by her silence that she breathed a sigh of relief and told all about what she saw.

...

"...So, the affectionate stories of the old man Zhu Yu'an are all fake?!"

After listening to Xiang Xing's narration, it was Mina who reacted the most.

I saw her frowning strangely, thinking that the idol’s house had collapsed, she couldn’t help but rolled her eyes, “Tsk, when I was writing essays in middle school, I also praised the so-called loyal relationship between him and Grandma Peng Wei.” The love of the century!"

After all, he is still a guy looking for a concubine!

Wow, pissed her off!

"That is to say, the puppet not only exists, but also returned to Luo Qingya's mansion, which was the predecessor of Fang Qiao's villa."

Jiang Yang pinched his chin thoughtfully, "According to the love story back then, was the puppet brought back by Zhu Yu'an to commemorate Luo Qingya? I still feel something is wrong..."

Just when everyone was puzzled.

Xiang Xing suddenly felt a somewhat familiar wind blowing in from the window behind him and blowing into the living room.

A cloud of black mist gradually condensed and turned into a black cloak, and bowed slightly to Wu Chen.

Seeing this, Wu Chen couldn't help raising his eyebrows, motioning for it to come forward.

However, just after he heard the whisper of the black cloak.

The light gray pupils froze suddenly.