Quick Transmigration: My Host's Darling Little Darling

Meng He had no idea that the "husband" he so loved to hear now would have to be repaid.

Meng He and Sheng Yuan sat in the back seat of the car.

Going to work is tiring. Even if you like it, using too much energy will leave you exhausted.

At that moment, Meng He was asleep in Sheng Yuan's arms.

At first, Meng He was shy and a little embarrassed. Even when she was very sleepy, she would just lean on Sheng Yuan's shoulder and close her eyes to rest in the car. After Meng He fell asleep, Sheng Yuan would hold her on his lap and let her sleep in his arms.

When Meng He woke up and found herself in Sheng Yuan's arms, she blushed and turned pink, feeling completely at a loss.

However, over the course of four years, Meng He gradually got used to it. Sometimes she would even feel sleepy and sit sideways on Sheng Yuan's lap, leaning against him to sleep.

Aside from practicing for races, Sheng Yuan rarely drives.

The hostel has a driver, so why not use him?

Meng He was fast asleep in Sheng Yuan's arms.

Upon arriving at their destination, Sheng Yuan pinched Meng He's cheek and gently woke her up.

Meng He opened his eyes, still not fully conscious. He looked up at Sheng Yuan and pouted. Sheng Yuan understood what he meant and leaned down to kiss him on the lips.

Do you want me to carry you out of the car?

Upon hearing Sheng Yuan's question, Meng He shook her head without hesitation.

If they were home, he would be lazy and ask Sheng Yuan to carry him home, but this was outside, and he was a proper lawyer now, so it would be embarrassing for him to do so.

Sheng Yuan and Meng He had booked a private room, and their families arrived when they got there.

Meng's father, Meng Yi, Su's father and mother, Su Shengyuan, Shan Qili, Li Boze, and his best friend Guo Lai and his boyfriend Zhou Wen.

Everyone gathered together to celebrate Meng He's official promotion.

Guo Lai hasn't been officially appointed yet, and he doesn't have a strong attachment to it; he prefers to let things take their course.

The spacious and elegant private room was filled with laughter and cheerful conversation.

Everyone had a great time chatting.

Meng He and Guo Lai got really drunk, and Su Shengyuan and Shan Qili weren't going to be outdone.

Seeing that he was drunk, Sheng Yuan reached for the wine glass in his hand, but Meng He noticed and quickly hid the glass behind her back. Then she pouted and looked at Sheng Yuan with a wronged expression.

This expression makes it seem as if Sheng Yuan is a heartless man.

"I won't take your glass," Sheng Yuan slowly approached, gently coaxing the person, "They're all drunk, and we're out of wine. It's late, shouldn't we go home?"

Meng He tilted her head and nodded very seriously.

"It's late, we need to go home, otherwise Xiaoyu will be unhappy."

Meng He was not fully conscious; her voice was soft, and her pronunciation was not as clear as usual, so only Sheng Yuan could hear her words.

After hearing this, Sheng Yuan smiled and patted his head, then bid farewell to the elders and led the man away.

Meng He was led out of the private room by Sheng Yuan. Meng He looked around and saw that there was no one there, so she grabbed Sheng Yuan's hand tightly.

"what happened?"

Sheng Yuan felt his strength and stopped, turning around.

Meng He reached out and hugged Sheng Yuan's neck, "I want a hug!"

Meng He didn't want to walk anymore.

Sheng Yuan lifted Meng He by the buttocks and picked her up.

Meng He swung her leg contentedly beside Sheng Yuan, then buried her face in Sheng Yuan's neck and hummed and rubbed against him.

Sitting in the car, Meng He still wouldn't let go of Sheng Yuan, straddling his lap with both hands on his shoulders and neck, while Sheng Yuan propped his face up with one hand against the window and held Meng He's waist with the other.

Meng He kept chatting with Sheng Yuan, but her speech was incoherent and she couldn't understand what she was saying. Sheng Yuan didn't understand her, so he kept responding to prove that he was listening.

With a distant response, Meng He spoke even more enthusiastically.

Her pink little mouth kept babbling away, and Sheng Yuan found it adorable, occasionally giving her a peck. Meng He would glare at Sheng Yuan in displeasure at being interrupted, but Sheng Yuan would only feel happy and smile brightly.

Because there was a driver with him, Sheng Yuan endured it all the way, but once he got home, his true colors were revealed.

First, he coaxed Meng He to drink a glass of watermelon juice, and then carried her to the room.

"Baby, call me husband." Sheng Yuan coaxed Meng He while helping her take off her clothes.

Meng He looked at him with innocent eyes, "No!"

"Really, you don't want to?" Sheng Yuan reached down and gently pinched Meng He.

Meng He whimpered and trembled as she was being choked, "No! I'm your husband!"

Sheng Yuan wasn't in a hurry. He slowly teased Meng He, took off his clothes, and let his hands do whatever they wanted on his body. Sheng Yuan knew exactly where Meng He was most sensitive.

"Sheng Yuan~" Meng He couldn't take it anymore, and her voice changed, begging Sheng Yuan for mercy.

Sheng Yuan seemed to be kind enough to withdraw his hand, let Meng He go, and carried her into his bath.

Sheng Yuan's fish tail wrapped around Meng He's legs, and the tip of the tail would always lightly and intentionally brush against Meng He's calves, the touch making Meng He feel itchy all over, as if he had been electrocuted.

Sheng Yuan hugged Meng He and kissed her gently, slowly teasing the already drunk Meng He.

Meng He's hand casually roamed over Sheng Yuan's abs, V-line, and pectoral muscles.

The smooth and clear touch was what Meng He liked most about Sheng Yuan's figure.

Soon the water in the bath began to surge, accompanied by sounds that made people blush, and the ambiguous atmosphere continued until late at night.

Meng He was eventually coaxed by Sheng Yuan into calling him "husband," and even murmured it unconsciously while sleeping.

"Husband...husband..."

Hearing his voice, Sheng Yuan tightened her arms, lowered her head and kissed him, "Your husband is holding you, go to sleep."

The next day, Meng He woke up still lying in Sheng Yuan's arms.

Meng He pinched Sheng Yuan's cheek. He still remembered what happened last night; this man had attempted to "usurp the throne"!

That's absolutely outrageous!

Sheng Yuan didn't open his eyes, but grabbed the hand that was messing with his face and hugged the person tighter.

“Shengyuan, we now face a very serious problem.”

Meng He's tone was very serious.

Sheng Yuan immediately opened his eyes, "What's wrong?"

Meng He cupped Sheng Yuan's face in her hands and asked earnestly, "Xiao Yu, who is the husband between us?"

Sheng Yuan was amused and answered without hesitation, "You are my husband."

When Meng He saw that he had admitted it so readily, he twitched the corner of his mouth. This was not the scene he had imagined, but he was happy with the result.