Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

Chapter 15: Big Brother's Sweet Bag (29-30)

In other places, various forest, mountain and water landscapes are being constructed in accordance with local conditions.

Xiang Xing, who has read the planning book, is already very much looking forward to what it will look like after it is built.

So, she has to work hard~

Withdrawing her mind, the girl followed the team carrying the flower seedlings with a smile, and came to the "Xing Can Garden" position assigned to her by Lu Shaoqian.

"Okay, okay, I'll do it myself here."

After the workers unloaded the flower seedlings, she frantically waved her small hands and drove everyone aside.

After that, he took out a small folding stool and sat down among a patch of flower seedlings, pinching his small jaw, and staring at the seedlings seriously.

Think hard.

Well, what shape should I put in...

She remembered an article called "The Wild Goose", and her soft eyes suddenly sparkled.

Then he got up, dragged out a pot of small seedlings, and placed them seriously on the open space in front of them.

One will put it in one word, one will put it in adult characters, and the other will put it in big characters...

After posing for a long time, he squashed his mouth and sat depressed on the ground.

It's too monotonous.

It's not pretty at all.

Xiang Xing put down the flowerpot, propped his chin in distress, and re-planned in his mind.

Looking at the mess of thoughts, Duck Duck couldn't help it, and couldn't help but say: [Or, do you put a love shape? ]

I can also give Lu Shaoqian a confession by the way, and Lu Shaoqian is happy for a while, and then gives her a card or something...

[...Love is too tacky. ]

Xiang Xing slowly shook his head.

A new idea suddenly popped up in my mind.

She pressed her pink lips, sketched out of thin air, the corners of her lips curled up like bright flowers.

That's it!

After thinking about it, she couldn't help but patted her **** to stand up and continued to carry Xiao Miaomiao.

...

At the other end, Lu Shaoqian, who had toured around the base for work, also came to Xing Can Garden.

Seeing the little guy propping everyone away and flying around in the flower garden like a butterfly, he couldn't help laughing helplessly.

Slowly walked in and took the small flower pot from the little guy.

"Look at you, I'm all sweating, and I won't rest for a while."

The man murmured distressedly, leaned down, and squeezed the rosy face.

He took out the handkerchief from her little bunny pocket, and gently wiped the fine sweat from her forehead.

I sweated so much this winter.

It's how long I have been busy here.

"I'm not tired and don't need to rest."

Xiang Xing shook his head, raised his small face, his eyes crooked with a smile.

As if asking for credit, he took Lu Shaoqian's arm and took him a few more steps.