Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

At this point, the old man seemed to have suddenly remembered something, and his face became solemn.

He pursed his lower lip and couldn't help lowering his eyes, looking at Jin Xian.

The tone was serious: "They will definitely not let me go, they will definitely come to take my life!"

With that, the old man jumped out of the bed again, leaned over, and grasped Jin Xian's arm.

He seemed to be a little eager to pull him up, and urged, "Axian, you can't deal with Qiu Heng, you are leaving here with the little girl, don't come here this time!"

"If my old life is gone, it will be gone, but the secret of the little girl can no longer be known to anyone!"

"...Dad, calm down first."

Jin Xian seemed a little helpless, so he could only stand up, while quietly flicking the old man's hand away.

I saw the calm color on his face, and he condensed slightly for a moment.

The corners of Qiangui's lips were slightly hooked.

He chuckled and shook his head slowly, "I will bring her over, so I'm naturally prepared for it. You don't have to worry about this at all."

As the man said, he lowered his head and looked at the little guy beside him gently.

The obsidian eyes narrowed slightly, "Neither of you will, and it is impossible for things to happen."

However, after hearing this, the old man showed a look of unbelief, and looked at his sons in a weird manner.

He couldn't help but frowned, "Son, I can understand that you want to be a hero in front of your girlfriend, but can you give Dad a little reality?"

As he said, he still raised his hand very uneasy and patted his son on the shoulder twice.

Continue to mumble, "How can you, a businessman in business, compare to dangerous organizations that illegally possess weapons? You..."

"Professor Jin Nan, are you endless?"

Jin Xian seemed to be unable to bear the old man's nagging, and a faint unpleasant color suddenly appeared between the delicate eyebrows.

I saw that he took two steps back calmly, staggering the father's shoulder-slapping movement.

Then he turned around again and returned to the back of Xiang Xing's wheelchair.

The little guy only felt a pair of big hands, lightly and tenderly resting on her shoulders.

She held her slender fingertips slightly, and the warmth from her palms spread in an instant, which made her feel relieved and comfortable.

The dumb voice, accompanied by a hint of inaudible sneer, slowly sounded from the top of his head.

"Dad, who told you that I am an ordinary businessman?"

Jin Xianqing lowered the corners of his delicate eyes, his eyes were deep, "That's right, all the days you have seen me in the past ten years, I am afraid that it is not more than this month, so how can you know."

"Forget it, it doesn't matter to you anyway."

After the man said to himself, he drew a gentle smile again and leaned down.

Leaning over Xiang Xing's ear, he asked in a low voice, "Okay, I also took you to see the old man, let's go home, okay?"

One said one, but he was right.

She stayed here all the time, it was not safe.

"……what?"

Xiang Xing, who was still immersed in the father-and-son drama, suddenly recovered and couldn't help but respond unequivocally.

The soft eyes blinked.

no.

Besides coming to visit Professor Jin, what else is she doing?

After hearing a lot of stories, the little guy felt as if his mind was covered with paste, as if he had forgotten something...