Quick Transmigration: The Host Is Sweeter Than Sugar

After poking, there is no change in the phone.

With the experience of the last time, Tang Huai was ready in his heart.

There is no emotional fluctuation.

Anyway, if you want to increase your account balance, you just need to feed strawberry candy again...

Thinking about this, Tang Huai closed the app and dragged the app to the little girl's side. The girl who was awkwardly asleep lifted her hand to grasp the app, and automatically wrapped herself into a roll with the app.

Tang Huai curled his lips, a little smile appeared in his beautiful peach blossom eyes.

Then he thoughtfully locked the screen for Su Tang.

However, this time Tang Huai did not continue to sleep.

Instead, leave the phone at home, take a coat, and go out to deal with things.

...

Tang Huai didn't come back until dawn the next day.

The faint mist of the morning enveloped the city, taking a deep breath, the air inhaled into the lungs with refreshing coolness.

When he returned home, Tang Huai also took a special look. There was nothing in the express cabinet or newspaper box at the door.

"..."

With his long eyelashes down, the man calmly took out the key to open the door.

After the coat was taken off, it was covered by the dark coat, and the blood flowers blooming on the white shirt below were directly exposed to the air.

The wound on his body was not treated at all, and the strong smell of blood filled the surroundings.

Tang Huai pressed his temples with a headache.

It wasn't that he was hurt on purpose this time.

It was completely conspired by the Tang family when acting with Lian Shuo.

This injury doesn't matter to him.

But if the **** the phone saw it...

Tang Huai looked down and pursed his lips quietly, and decided to treat the wound on his body first before going back to get the phone.

After Tang Huai bandaged the wound, he put on a clean house suit.

The soft and spacious home clothes perfectly concealed his injuries.

After Tang Huai looked at the mirror and saw nothing strange, he bent his thin soft lips and walked towards the bedroom.

After pushing open the bedroom door, his phone was still on the bedside as before.

It's just that there is a matte and tender box next to the phone.

The box is like the kind of candy box bought in the supermarket outside, with fancy packaging printed on it, as well as cut strawberries and soft candies.

Tang Huai's slender body stood on the spot, his eyes staying on the pink fit, and a blankness passed by the dark pupils.

Countless complicated memories kept colliding in his brain, and those pictures flashed back and forth so fast that he had no time to distinguish the content of the pictures.

It's just that the sweet voice of a little girl kept echoing in her ears.

She seemed to be entangled with him all the time, calling him charmingly.

"Muli, why don't you like strawberry candy?"

"Strawberry candy is sweet and delicious."

"Woo, woo, if I can choose, I would rather be a sweetener than a **** mirror lotus!"

"I love strawberry candies so much. I think I must have been saccharin in my last life!"

"Muli Muli, you can make me strawberry mousse cake!"

The man seemed helpless because of being entangled. He lowered his head and looked at the tender girl next to him, bending his fingers and flicking her forehead.

"Can't the Nether buy it? Why do I have to make it for you."

The little girl was slammed into her forehead, and immediately raised her little white hand to cover her forehead, glared at him with a puffed up face, and then she said straightforwardly.

"If you can buy it in the lower world, you can buy it, but there will be a day when you return to the upper world! If you learn to make it, you can keep making it for me!"

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