Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

Jiang Yecheng laughed softly, but took the lead in opening his wheelchair and turned it slightly to the little guy.

Then, suddenly, as if thinking of something, he paused again.

Wei turned over Junyan and looked at her indifferently, "By the way, tonight is the power maintenance day of the sanatorium, and there may be a power outage. Please don't use the sleeping cabin and other equipment, so as not to cause any trouble."

"Oh, okay."

Xiang Xing nodded vigorously and agreed.

Although she originally wanted to say that tonight, she would go and see the things her grandfather gave to get acquainted with them first.

But the grandson of the dean of the sanatorium said so, so she should sleep obediently and not commit crimes against the wind.

After thinking about it, the little guy suddenly felt a sudden drowsiness, he couldn't help opening his small mouth, and yawned drowsily.

Well, actually, she was a little sleepy too.

I don't know if it's because the meeting today is too long, or because my body is already weak.

Maybe both.

"Then, I'll go back to sleep first."

Xiang Xing said, patted his mouth suddenly, stood up, and stretched a little.

Then, she silently put her masks, scarves, jackets and other guys on her body one by one.

After re-fitting it into a big zongzi, he shook his round body and waved goodbye to Jiang Yecheng, "Good night, my neighbor's little brother."

"OK, good night."

Jiang Yecheng responded with a light smile, but he didn't move.

Still silently staying in the same place, watching the big zongzi who was holding the dog and duck, swaying and yawning, knowing that she was out of his sight.

On the other side, seeing that her young lady had gone back to the ward, Aunt Zhuang, who was chatting excitedly, came back to her senses, hurriedly chased after her, and escorted her.

After a while, Song Bo also returned to Jiang Ye City.

However, before he had time to greet his young master, his young master's face sank slightly, and he gave an order indifferently.

"Song Bo, go to the power room and turn on the 109 switch tonight."

"……what?"

When Song Bo heard this, he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, then immediately looked confused, "Why do you want to pull the brakes, young master?"

Isn't that 109 their next door, the ward of that Miss Xiang?

——Could it be that when the young master was chatting with Miss Xiang, he was annoyed by Miss Xiang... He wants to deal with Miss Xiang? ?

No, the young master is not so stingy...

"Just go and pull it, don't ask why."

Jiang Yecheng raised his eyes, turned on the brakes of his wheelchair, and slowly drove towards his ward.

He left, leaving the last sentence quietly.

"Uncle Song, you can sleep in the staff lounge tonight. You don't have to guard me. I can do it myself."

"But young master..."

Hearing this, Song Bo stretched out his hand in embarrassment.

But Jiang Yecheng walked very fast, but after a while, he disappeared.

He was left standing there in a daze, and after a long silence, he couldn't help but sighed faintly.

To be honest, he always felt recently that the young master seemed to have changed since the car accident.

People have become more withdrawn and quieter, even more indifferent than before.

Come to think of it, it was the car accident that really broke his heart.

Ugh.

After sighing, Song Bo could only act according to his young master's instructions, and turned around and left the main square.

...

Xiang Xing returned to the ward, washed casually, then fell down on the small hospital bed and slept soundly.