Quick Transmigration: The Host Is Sweeter Than Sugar

Su Tang didn't know Jing Rong's inner tangle.

Seeing the young man staring at the tree trunk silently, she didn't speak for a long time, thinking that the other party was deeply shocked by her boss's aura, and happily stretched out her hand to pull the other party.

Halfway through, I think of it, this is not reincarnation.

She can't claws.

He bulged his cheeks a little dejectedly, and turned his white and soft fingers to pull the boy's cuffs instead.

Although Guagua said that he was not a reincarnation, Su Tang could not help but want to be close to him.

Treat him as a reincarnation subconsciously.

Is it really because, like the reincarnation, he looks too good-looking?

Su Tang scratched her head and had a particularly headache.

But Su Tang is not a sugar that has been tangled for a little thing.

She pulled the boy's sleeve, raised her head, and looked at the boy in front of her with a smile.

"You promised to be my little brother, you can't go back! But don't worry, I promise you will follow me, you can eat spicy food, and walk with wind!"

"..."

Jing Rong silently lowered her bushy eyelashes and looked at her.

When did he agree to be her little brother?

He opened his mouth and wanted to refuse.

However, when facing the girl's shiny eyes, the words of refusal disappeared in an instant.

He lowered his eyes again and turned his eyes to the girl's fingers grasping his cuff.

Light white and slender.

The little face that was upside down was pale and looked soft and inexplicably soft.

It's really a small milk bag.

Jing Rong thought flatly, before he was born again, no one dared to let him be his little brother.

Why... Try it?

Someone covering him or something, it seems not bad.

He blinked silently, tacitly.

Su Tang received the first little brother in this life, the whole candy was happy, and he grabbed the boy's sleeve and asked him curiously.

"What are you doing hiding in my tree?"

Jing Rong glanced again at the little girl who grabbed the fingers of his sleeves and retracted her gaze. The pupils were dark and dark, like ink stained, with a little cold.

He spoke plainly.

"Hide people."

"Hidden?" Su Tang repeated the two words the young man said in a puzzled manner. The clear round pupil stared at him unblinkingly, "Is anyone going to chase you?"

"..."

Jing Rong didn't know what he had thought of, the expression in his eyes sank in an instant, the white and delicate facial features seemed to be covered with a layer of ice, and the whole body was full of chills. But soon, this cold was hidden by him again.

He looked down at the little girl, nodding slightly.

"That's it."

"What do you mean?"

Is chasing and killing still considered?

The little girl scratched her head with her paw.

The puzzlement on his face deepened a bit, the originally round eyes were opened more round by the little girl, and the eyes were clean and black and white.

The thin hair was softly attached to the girl's white baby face. It was obedient and soft, and looked like a cat. People couldn't help but want to smooth her hair.

Jing Rong hated such innocence in his life.

Like a beam of light shining into the darkness, I don't want to catch it at all, but it will feel dazzling.

It will only make him feel that he is even more unbearable.

His eyes dimmed slightly, and his thin red lips twitched, making a smile without emotion.

"Because of chasing, after chasing people up, I kill them directly. But if I fall into the hands of those who chase me..."

He raised his slender eyelashes and looked indifferent among the pitch-black pupils.

"Probably, life is better than death."

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