Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

"Fool, I won't blame you."

Lu Shaoqian smiled helplessly, and clenched his trembling little hand.

The warm and hot palm temperature covered it, and the girl gradually felt relieved.

It wasn't until her breathing frequency and rate gradually stabilized that the man let go of her hand.

Turned around and took down the frame.

"They are my warriors, friends, the best and ironiest brothers in my life."

As Lu Shaoqian said, the Wang Motan under his eyes flashed a little dark.

The voice was deep, as if feeling, but also helpless, "Unfortunately, they are no longer there."

When the voice fell, Xiang Xing suddenly felt a little depressed creak in his ears.

She was dull, and couldn't help but look up.

I saw the man's well-knotted fingers were pinching the mottled part of the frame tightly, and the voice was clearly pinched by him.

The dark color on the bottom of his eyes was also quietly replaced by a touch of anger.

Feeling something wrong with his breath, Xiang Xing frowned and thought for a while.

I couldn't help learning what he did just now, stretched out his little hand, and gently pressed the slender knuckles that were still working hard.

Sure enough, the man's frowning eyebrows instantly loosened.

The bottom of his eyes flickered, and finally he smiled brightly, and put down the frame.

She shook the girl's little hand again, her eyes returned to a soft color, "Sorry, I scared you."

"Well."

Xiang Xing shook his head.

She paused for a while, her soft apricot eyes blinked suddenly, and then she stared at Lu Shao Qian earnestly.

The petal-like corners of the lips curl up with a sweet arc, the eyes are bright, and the tone is firm, "Shao Qian, if you don't mind, I can also be your brother."

As she said, she took out her small hand again, and slammed her tender fingers seriously, "It's like climbing a mountain, punching, drinking and chatting...I can do it..."

"Okay, stop."

Worried that she would say another good brother's way of getting along, Lu Shaoqian couldn't help raising his hand and pressing down the endless little head.

The girl stopped talking as if she had been pressed some switch.

But still looking at him bewildered.

She... didn't say anything wrong.

She can do it.

The man thought for a while, and suddenly walked to the bay window of the study that was set up as a small terrace for rest, and sat down.

The warm sunshine instantly fell on his whole body, creating a shallow halo on the perfectly angular side face.

It's dazzling.

"Xing'er, come and sit down."

Lu Shaoqian beckoned to Xiang Xing and patted the little warm blanket beside him.

The little guy ran over immediately and sat down nicely.

He just raised his head, but suddenly felt that the man's big warm hands gently stroked her little cheek.

With a thumb, rubbing and rubbing the rosy cheek.

The girl raised her eyes blankly, only to see the man in front of her eyes narrowed slightly, his crimson lips faintly hooked.

"I don't want to think of you as a brother."

As the voice fell, Jun Yi's faceless face instantly magnified in front of Xiang Xing.

Xiang Xing was startled subconsciously.

Suddenly felt a warm forehead.

The man seemed to have printed it on her forehead as light as a feather.

After that, he doubled foreheads and touched, and the handsome nose peaked, and then rubbed against the delicate tip of the nose.

Hoarse, whispered, "I want you to be my woman, eh?"

"……Well?"

Xiang Xing didn't understand.

Isn't she the woman of his Lu family now?

Seeing the girl at a loss, Lu Shaoqian laughed helplessly and continued to add.

"I mean, be my girlfriend, and then at the right time... advance to become Mrs. Lu."

"So, do you understand?"