Quick Transmigration System: Pounce on Male Gods Which Family’s Stronger

It has not been done in a few years!

Xin Jinrong squeezed his eyebrows unconsciously. Could it be that the workload has been too heavy recently, which actually reminded him of the memories that have been dusted for many years.

His head burst involuntarily...

"Wake up, come and drink some porridge!"

Xin Jinrong trembled, turned his head, and saw Ouyang Qingge looking at him with a smile on his face. He took a long sigh of relief. Fortunately, Ouyang Qingge, if anyone else... Nope.

"Why are you here?"

Ouyang Qingge walked over with a bowl of porridge and pointed to the potion bottle next to him: "Last night you fell down suddenly. I took a thermometer at home and measured it for you. At the beginning, I called an ambulance. I didn’t expect you to hold me very stubbornly. I refused to go to the hospital. I was helpless. The doctor could only treat you here..."

At the end of the talk, she couldn't help but say: "How come I still don't like going to the hospital so much?"

Xin Jinrong resisted the urge to remove the needle.Mouth-ba said vaguely: "You shouldn't come to see you all night!"

His voice was exceptionally soft, with cautious temptation.

"Otherwise, do you think that the aunt far away from the horizon takes care of you?" Ouyang Qingge lost a big white eye. Such a simple and straightforward question, the answer is naturally obvious.

"..."

"Every time you have a fever, you will have nightmares. Did you think of that again?" Ouyang Qingge couldn't help asking.

Xin Jinrong's father was overdrinking when he was eight years old, and he hung up directly. Since that day, his life of being beaten has been eased.

And his current father seems to be his own biological father... very good to him and his aunt, but Xin Jinrong is not happy to call that man to be a father, maybe he resents this man for appearing earlier...

Xin Jinrong did not speak and wanted to come down, but she was stopped.

Ouyang Qingge was carrying a bowl of porridge, and a faint fragrance came.

"After living abroad for a few years, I learned to cook, how about trying my craft?"

Xin Jinrong nodded obediently and was fed a few sips by her. All the rest was to drink the porridge by himself.

Seeing that he had finished drinking a bowl of porridge, Ouyang Qingge unconsciously rubbed his head on top of her head...

Xin Jinrong, who was originally very relaxed, suddenly stiffened, like the memory of a long time ago, all recovered.

He looked at her faintly and said, "Ching Song, the man's head cannot be rubbed casually!"

Ouyang Qingge blinked, and could not help rubbing a few more on his head.

His hair is not stiff, but rather extremely soft-soft, and it feels very comfortable.

"I have rubbed you like this since I was a kid, and I haven't heard you say anything wrong."

"Now is not a child." Xin Jinrong emphasized, carefully watching the woman's eyes.

Ouyang Qingge grunted his lips, rubbing them more and more comfortably.

"What's wrong?" Ouyang Qingge said seriously, "Now it's doing well, and I have finished drinking a bowl of porridge."

"If you want to knead, it means that you want to be my girlfriend." Xin Jinrong's eyes flashed through a calculation and slowly said this.

Ouyang Qingge didn't expect him to say this at all, and continued rubbing!

"If you still want to rub it, it means you want to marry me and become my wife!"