Quick Transmigration: The Host Is Sweeter Than Sugar

How dare the little fat man have an opinion.

If you have an opinion, you will be beaten.

It's not the first time he's been beaten...

The little fat man shrank his neck, No, no.

Su Tang is satisfied.

She dragged Jiang Shuyi, who had not spoken, to her table.

The auntie in the orphanage has already helped them prepare the meals.

Jiang Shuyi used to be ostracized by all the children in the orphanage. No one wanted to sit with him, so he had to sit alone in a small remote corner.

The small group seems to be used to this kind of treatment.

After Su Tang let go of his hand, he silently lowered his head and walked towards his position without any emotion.

Su Tang glanced at the little dumpling with her head down, quietly preparing to return to her position. She always felt that the black hair of the little dumpling was drooping and listless at the moment.

He pursed his lips, suddenly picked up his small table, walked to Jiang Shuyi's position, carefully aligned the two small tables, and then ran back and brought his own small chair together, very big guy slap table.

I want to eat with you, no opinions are allowed.

The little dumpling stayed for a while, and Hei Tong looked at her blankly.

This is not the first time Su Tang has seen this kind of expression on his face.

She tugged at Xiao Tuanzi's hair in disgust, trying to forcibly pull out a bunch of dull hair.

Why do you look dumb?

Although he disliked it, Su Tang ran very diligently, brought her and Jiang Shuyi's meals over, and then put his share in front of him, pushing him very hard.

Well, yours.

The little dumpling dug out a spoonful of rice with a spoon, and Bai Nen's little hand paused for a long time, not knowing how to put it into his mouth.

After a long pause, the little girl next to him looked at him suspiciously.

Why don't you eat acridine?

The little dumpling pursed his lips, his white and tender hands grabbed the spoon, frowning tightly, as if thinking about some puzzling question. The slender eyelashes blinked like a butterfly's wings, and the clear black eyes stared at her without blinking. After a long time, he slowly said to her.

You used to... didn't you hate me very much? Why are you being so nice to me now?

Su Tang scratched her hair and didn't know how to explain this problem to the little dumpling's Immortal Venerable.

She couldn't think of any reason to fool the little dumplings, so she just started cheating while Xian Zunmu grew up and was ignorant.

It's Jiang Cuigua who hates you, and it has something to do with me, Jiangtang.

……Eh?

The little dumpling was stunned again, obviously not expecting that he would get this answer.

and……

Su Tang thought about it and said again.

You call me boss now, and I have to be nice to you.

……Oh.

The little dumpling responded softly, and lowered her crow-colored eyelashes, the thick eyelashes swept across the slender arc in the air, and her beautiful ink pupils showed a finely excited emotion. The blushing lips were raised, and two soft and cute dimples appeared on the white and tender cheeks.

But soon, the little dumpling thought of what the little fat man who held her called her when the girl pulled him in.

- Boss Cuigua.

...It seems that the children in the orphanage call her that.

They all called her boss.

Does that mean... she has to be nice to them all?

As soon as this thought appeared in my mind, there was an inexplicable irritability in my heart.

Jiang Shuyi restrained the excited emotions in his eyes, and the emotions in Rumo's eyes became quiet and lost again.