Quick Transmigration: The Host Is Sweeter Than Sugar

Su Tang puffed out her cheeks angrily.

Don't pinch my face every time, your face will be rounded by you.

The man looked at the little girl with a puffed face and a sullen look, and a deep laughter overflowed from his throat.

Isn't the round one cute?

Su Tang wrinkled her nose, her small expression very disgusting.

People with bad aesthetics are not allowed to express their opinions.

The man let out a low laugh, blinked his long eyelashes lightly, and the expression in his dark pupils brought out a little innocence, but he did not refute Su Tang's words.

Instead, he raised his hand and pressed the petite little girl into his arms.

On the handsome cheeks, the expression is still calm, but the possessive meaning in the action is very obvious.

A warm voice with a faint smile.

I haven't seen each other for so long. Give your poor boyfriend a hug as a comfort.

After seeing Su Tang coming, the girl who opened her mouth took a few steps back a little embarrassedly and pulled away from Xu Muzhao.

At this moment, after seeing the man who was originally cold and alienated actually make such a childish and possessive behavior, he couldn't help covering his chest, trying to suppress the scream that was about to overflow his throat.

Woohoo, little brother Bingshan is not a person when he lifts up!

The most important thing is that little brother Bingshan's girlfriend is also very good-looking. She looks cute and soft, not cute.

Girls even have the illusion that they are chasing idol dramas.

It was already cold winter, and the man was still wearing a simple shirt with a coat outside.

The body is straight and does not seem to feel cold.

Su Tang was hugged by the man, and the whole person slammed into the man's black coat.

The coldness and dampness that adorned the coat suddenly rushed to my face.

The little girl was not happy to hide.

Raise your hand.

Push the man's chest.

Complain softly.

cold.

But he still stayed in the man's arms.

The faint herbal scent is inexplicably reassuring.

Xu Muzhao looked at the little girl who habitually bulged her cheeks, her thin lips hooked, and she reached out and pinched the little girl's bulging cheeks.

His eyes swept across the tightly-wrapped little girl from head to toe, his eyes lowered, and there was a little smile in the beautiful black pupils.

So afraid of the cold?

Su Tang's two little hands clasped the scarf and emphasized, I'm not afraid of the cold, I'm showing respect for winter.

...

The man didn't speak, just chuckled.

Su Tang somehow felt that he was laughing at himself.

He glared at him with a bulging face.

The two little hands let go of the scarf, tugged at the coat on the man's body, and looked up at him with a small face, with displeased emotions in his pupils.

Are you wearing that thin?

Xu Muzhao glanced at his clothes and nodded, with a casual smile in his voice.

I'm not like you. I can't wait to go out without the heater on my back.

He wears it like this every winter.

I didn't feel anything wrong.

The displeasure in the little girl's round eyes was even stronger.

You are not in good health, and wearing such a thin layer will freeze your body.

Su Tang remembered the dark Chinese medicine that Xu Muzhao poured every day, and the taste was comparable to bitter gourd, and she couldn't help wrinkling her nose.

She resolutely said to Xu Muzhao.

Don't wear it like this in the future, go out with a down jacket and start!

In fact, the doctor who treated Xu Muzhao also told Xu Muzhao to do the same.

And he made a lot of comments on his living habits.

However, how could Xu Muzhao be the one who obeyed the doctor's orders obediently?