Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

The rich sweetness and the slightly bitter freshness are intertwined into the throat, and the two different mellow tastes exploded on the taste buds, making her soft eyes suddenly sparkle.

Wow.

This hand-made milk tea is really not in the same realm as the drinks made from the milk tea powder outside!

And after drinking the hot milk tea, after being beaten by the autumn frost all morning, she suddenly felt that her body and mind were surrounded by the warm warmth, which was both reassuring and comfortable.

"Is it delicious?"

Seeing Xiang Xing snoring and drinking with gusto, Jiang Yecheng suddenly burst out laughing, raised his slender hand subconsciously, and gently rubbed his soft little head.

"Well!"

The little guy filled a big mouthful of milk tea, and the soft ball's face was so bulging that he couldn't speak, so he nodded frantically.

The satisfaction and joy on the man's face are even more evident.

"Then you drink slowly, and I'll wash up first."

Jiang Yecheng glanced at the time on the clock on the wall, his obsidian pupils flickered slightly, then he controlled the wheelchair and backed out.

As he went to the bathroom, he said lightly, "I don't know when your Aunt Zhuang will come back. You can stay here for a while and have breakfast with me."

"..."

Hearing this sentence, Xiang Xing almost choked on the milk tea.

Mom, my mind was full of delicious milk tea just now, and she almost forgot that she was here to stop him from having breakfast!

After thinking about it, the little guy nodded firmly and drank the remaining milk tea directly.

Immediately, he lifted the small rattan stool and squatted at the door of the ward, staring at the closed door.

I was thinking for a while whether I should accidentally knock over the plate, or just grab it and run away...

However, the girl was still thinking silently. Outside the door, there was a sound of unhurried footsteps to her face.

Then, there were three soft knocks on the door.

After that, Song Bo's kind smile appeared on the visual screen beside the door.

"Master, are you awake? I brought you breakfast."

The old and respectful voice spread throughout the ward through the access control system.

Jiang Yecheng, who was washing his face, naturally heard it, so he casually pressed the answering bell next to the mirror.

"Wake up, come in directly."

"Hey, okay."

Song Bo slowly pushed open the door of the ward.

But before he took half a step inside, he suddenly noticed that a straight, inexplicable creepy sight suddenly focused on him.

Surprised, he almost slipped his hand and knocked over the plate in his hand.

Fortunately, many years of experience as a housekeeper made Song Bo calm down quickly, and immediately lowered his head in doubt, and followed the source of the line of sight.

But he was stunned.

and many more.

Isn't this the eldest Miss Xiang family from Room 109 next door?

How could she be in his young master's ward...

Thinking, Song Bo swayed, and his brain hole burst into bloom in an instant.

Difficult, could it be, could it be that the young master didn't let him stay with him last night, was it because... ah? !

No, this development is too fast, right?

Besides, Uncle Song had taken the young master with him since he was a baby. He still doesn't know what the young master's temperament is!

Young Master is not such a person......

gosh...

"... Uncle Song? Grandpa Song Uncle?"

On the other side, Xiang Xing tilted his small head, looking at the old man who had been standing at the door after opening the door, and the expressions on his face were ever-changing, and he couldn't help but write question marks all over his face.