Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet ( 2 )

Chapter 338: Little psionic assistant, soft and cute, and can eat (19-20)

In other words...

The thing that the mad wolf took back is part of a puppet?

Xiang Xing couldn't help but think again of the puppet show he had seen in his previous life.

But this time, the Cowherd and Weaver Girl in his mind suddenly turned into a black cheongsam woman singing in Fang Qiao's villa.

She couldn't help taking a breath, "Boss, this won't be..."

"Just guessing is useless."

Wu Chen exhaled lightly.

Soon after closing the computer, he took out his mobile phone and made a call.

"Jiang Yang, come to my house."

...

ten minutes later.

The shade of the courtyard outside the window swayed automatically without wind.

A lazy meow came faintly in the black night without a trace of starlight.

Then, a slender figure suddenly appeared outside the iron gate of Wu Chen's courtyard.

As the big irons slowly opened, he walked quietly and slowly approached.

Walking to the window, he jumped easily and jumped into the house.

"It's big night, you still let people not sleep well."

I saw the figure jumping in through the window, holding the big fat Persian cat in his arms, standing in front of Wu Chen and yawning unhappily.

The pure black Persian cat also synchronized his frequency, opening its mouth with him, meowing.

And this one, Jiang Yang, the junior high school student that Xiang Xing had seen before.

However, listening to his complaint, Wu Chen didn't look up.

He only raised his hand lightly, hooked the slender fingers with distinct joints, and said lightly: "Da Hei, come and see the year of this piece of wood."

"Meow~"

The fat cat called the **** immediately jumped out of the boy's arms and leaped easily onto the table.

Shaking his little nose, he began to sniff on the wood.

Jiang Yang lightly leaned against the wall on the side, looking at Wu Chen with black eyes, and then at Xiang Xing.

At the end, a small smirk suddenly evoked.

so fast.

Thinking about it, he straightened up gently, and walked to the side of the little guy who was sitting blankly, looking at Da Hei very seriously.

Slowly bend down, try to hide the arc of lips crazily wanting to rise, and laugh in a low voice.

"Miss sister, do you remember me?"

"..."

Xiang Xing only felt a murky wind suddenly faintly passed by his ears, and he couldn't help but tremble violently, and subconsciously threw himself at the man beside him, and hugged his warm and powerful arms tightly.

Very nervously, his eyes curled up with a smile, and glanced at the boy like a little fox.

What are you doing at night?

She was scared to death.

"...Don't scare her."

Feeling the trembling of the little guy beside him, Wu Chen couldn't help but shook his head helplessly.