Quick Transmigration: Targeted by the Boss

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In the underground palace, Su Qiao flew up from the bluestone slab and finally landed on the roof of the courtyard, letting out a long breath.

call!

It's finally done!

【Host, you smell so bad. 】444 Looking at Su Qiao, who was greasy and gray, she quickly pinched her nose and stepped back.

"I……"

Su Qiao glanced down, and just wanted to squeeze a dusting tactic, but a figure suddenly shot straight from the courtyard and hugged her into her arms.

Su Qiao was so frightened that she almost slapped her, but at the last moment she remembered that there was only one person left in this place besides her.

"Hey, do you want to die so suddenly? Do you know that I almost slapped me in the air?"

The man didn't care that her body was dirty and smelly, he hugged her tightly, his face buried in her neck and he didn't move.

"Wife..."

The two words gently seem to contain countless tenderness and longing.

After a pause, he spit out two words: "It's me."

"Knowing it's you, have you recovered your memory?" Su Qiao looked at her sleeves that seemed to have not been washed for three months, embarrassed to death.

"Yeah." The voice seemed to come from the man's throat, with a hint of coquettishness in it.

Su Qiao didn't care about the embarrassment anymore, and pushed him away with a little strength, staring at him with the same gray face: "Really recovered? All recovered?"

The man looked at her face, suddenly smiled, stretched out his jade-white fingers, and gently wiped away the dirt on her face, "I remember our past."

"It's a little late, you... won't blame me?"

He seemed to remember something, and he flashed his eyes a little uneasily: "And...and..."

He really didn't know what to say about the next words, so he simply flicked his sleeves and stretched out his fair arms: "Bite it!"

Su Qiao was still immersed in the thoughts of his fully restored memory, and stared blankly at his arm, "What are you asking me to bite?"

A trace of panic flashed in Han's eyes, he pursed his thin lips, lowered his head, his voice was small, with dejection: "I was wrong, I shouldn't have sucked your blood, I bastard, how can I suck your blood? ?"

How cute is she, how did he get his mouth shut at that time?

How could he be so cruel, so rude?

It was because of this.

Su Qiao had an idea in her mind, dragged him down the roof and walked into the hall.

"You are indeed quite an asshole. You actually treat me as a reserve grain and a blood bank."

Han couldn't care to ask how she could fly, and at this moment he wanted to find a washboard and kneel.

"Don't be angry, hit me! Three times a day is fine."

"You bite, I'll give you double, no, ten times to bite back."

Han made up his mind and had to let her bite back, otherwise, he would feel uncomfortable.

"I'm not a vampire, nor a zombie, what am I biting?"

Su Qiao thought he was both funny and cute.

"Besides, have you washed your hands? Just let me bite."

Also, he is so copper-clad and iron-boned, and her teeth can be moved.

After Han listened, he turned and left.

Su Qiao stopped him in time: "Where are you going?"

"I... I'm going to wash my hands." Han's cheeks were a little red, it seemed that he hadn't washed his hands or showered for a long time, and he even stretched out his hand just now.

Su Qiao reminded: "You have water in your space, hurry up and get some more for me, I have to wash it well."

[Host, don't you just need to pinch a dust removal trick? Do we need to waste water like this? 】

444 wondered whether the host remembered that he was a cultivator, and even had to take a shower like a mortal.

"I like it, but no."