Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

Under Xiang Xing's careful care, the small flowerpot successfully crossed a bumpy winding mountain road and returned to the Lujia Manor.

Walking into the house, the girl stopped, tilted her head, and looked back and forth between each room and the hall hesitantly.

Where should I put it?

[...Of course it's best to put it in Lu Shaoqian's bedroom! ]

Ducky laughed treacherously, and made various suggestions in his mind, [In this way, you can have some in-depth contact with him in the name of taking care of Xiaohuahua...]

This is not always the case on TV. When acting, a bicycle becomes a motorcycle, a bodyguard becomes a master, and passive enjoyment becomes active enjoyment...

However, Xiang Xing didn't seem to notice what he was talking about.

I tried hard to turn my head around, and my soft eyes finally settled on the door of Lu Shaoqian's study.

Well, Shao Qian is too busy with work on weekdays and is under too much pressure.

There is a pleasing flower placed where he works, it should relieve his stress.

Otherwise, you will be bald.

After making up her mind, the girl continued to hold the small flower pot tightly and went upstairs cautiously.

...

Speaking of which, it was the first time she walked into his study.

Compared with her bedroom, this study is not big, but the style is very elegant and fresh, which can make people calm down unconsciously.

Xiang Xing came to Lu Shaoqian's desk and looked up and down, looking for a place where she could put the small flower pot.

But it was a photo frame that was reflecting the sunlight, and his eyes were slightly swayed.

"Well……"

She raised her hand subconsciously and covered her eyes.

The footsteps approached curiously, and glanced at the photo frame.

The photo frame is a little old, some parts have faded a little, and there are some scratches.

It should be often picked up and examined, resulting in it.

In the photo frame, there is a group photo of four young men, with an average age of only twenty-three or four years old, hanging their shoulders in high spirits.

The four of them were all wearing camouflage, color, and uniforms that were full of stains and dust, and their faces were also painted with cover paint.

However, it did not affect the handsome appearance of the four of them, and their smiles were extremely sunny.

Lu Shaoqian is one of them.

Xiang Xing suddenly remembered that Ya Ya seemed to have said before that Lu Shaoqian had worked in the special, species, operation, war, department, team, service, and military service before returning to Haicheng to engage in real estate.

It's this time.

The girl suddenly felt something, first glanced at the sunlight blowing in outside the window, and then looked at the tanned photo frame.

After thinking for a while, I couldn't help putting down the small flower pot, reached out carefully, and pushed the photo frame inward.

Do not let it be exposed to direct sunlight.

Otherwise, it is easy to get sunburned.

Just as she carefully found the right angle, the study door creaked softly and was pushed open again.

The sudden sound startled Xiang Xing, and he quickly pulled back his hand, looking back a little awkwardly, looking at the person who came.

Fortunately, the man at the door was not angry because of her actions.

Instead, he hooked the corners of his extremely gentle crimson lips and walked over slowly.

He gently held her trembling little hand: "what's the matter?"

"..."

Xiang Xing bit her pink and lips.

After thinking about it, his head drooped down like a puppy who had done something wrong, and said glutinously:

"I'm sorry, I touched your stuff without your consent..."