Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

"Is it because of your wife?"

Luo Qingya also thought of Zhu Yuan's original wife, and couldn't help but snorted sourly.

He hugged his chest in angrily and angrily said, "Speaking of which, it seems that you haven't planned to marry me as a concubine... Zhu Yuan, you are so afraid of that yellow-faced woman, do you want her to agree to your concubine!"

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

When she said that, Zhu Yuan seemed a little unhappy on her face, and couldn't help but reprimand softly.

Then, he turned his look quickly, and continued to put on a look of affection, with a gentle voice, "Qing Ya, I have said many times, you can only be my wife, and I will never let you be a concubine or concubine. of!"

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

"..."

Seeing that majestic and invincible warlord in front of thousands of horses, but in front of him, he was so good to be like a pet, even Luo Qingya couldn't help it.

He could only nodded helplessly, and silently agreed to the so-called promise he made again.

Then, Xiang Xing saw the big warlord with a satisfied look, hugging his lover affectionately, and walked out of the courtyard of the building materials factory.

Contemplation in mind.

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.

In other words.

That puppet is really her.

Thinking about it, Xiang Xing nodded subconsciously.

He didn't stay too much, and he directly exited the state of vision and returned to reality.

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

Seeing her wink her eyes softly, she breathed a sigh of relief.

Wu Chen even immediately offered a glass of lavender drink: "Come on, drink this, and get some energy back."

"Um, thank you~"

The little guy smiled lightly, took the teacup, and slurped.

It wasn't until the curiosity of the crowds of people, ghosts and animals was hung high by her silence that she took a sigh of relief and told all the scenes she had seen.

...

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

After listening to Xiang Xing's narration, the most violent reaction was actually Mina.

I saw her frowning weirdly, thinking that the idol’s house had collapsed, and she couldn’t help rolling her eyes, “Hey, when I wrote my essay in middle school, I even praised him and grandma Peng Wei’s so-called loyalty. The love of the century!"

It turns out that he is not still a guy looking for a little wife!

Wow, she is so angry!

"In other words, not only did the doll exist in real life, it also returned to Luo Qingya's western-style building, which was the predecessor of Fang Qiao's villa."

Jiang Yang squeezed his chin, thoughtfully, "According to the love story back then, was the puppet brought back by Zhu Yuan to pay homage to Luo Qingya? I still think something is wrong..."

Just as everyone was puzzled.

Xiang Xing suddenly felt a familiar yin breeze, quietly 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.

Upon seeing this, Wu Chen couldn't help raising his eyebrows and beckoning it to come forward.

However, just after he heard the whispers in the ears of the black cloak.

The light gray pupils suddenly stagnated.