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

Chapter 241: Picked up a cute Corgi (11-12)

Between the coffee table and the sofa, there are two small stools high and one low, which seem to serve her short legs.

Seeing Xiang Xing, he couldn't help but smile, and his heart grew warmer.

This big white wolf, yes, is quite caring.

Thinking, she jumped onto the sofa, stepped on the taller stool again with her front legs, and looked up the coffee table.

Suddenly I saw a small piece of paper under the hard-boiled egg plate.

The handwriting is fluent, antique and fragrant.

——"Your injury is not healed. You can only eat something light. If you want to eat meat, I will cook it for you after I get off work."

There is one more line below.

——"Don't run around until you recover your demon power. You don't have an identity chip, and you know what you will be regarded as by others outside."

"I can't get out even if I want to run."

Xiang Xing glanced at the closed door silently.

Although the window is open, it is said in the personal settings that our Professor Ke University lives on the 32nd floor.

She fell to a dead dog.

Thinking about it, the little guy hummed and ate the boiled egg, then finished a big bowl of millet porridge.

Although the fried chicken wings were not as fragrant as last night, but due to the taste of the original lady's sister, she liked this kind of light diet.

After eating and drinking, Xiang Xing jumped off the sofa again and began to visit Professor Ke University's home.

This is a large duplex suite close to 200 square meters, with four bedrooms, two living rooms and two bathrooms.

One is his bedroom, one is a study, and the remaining two doors are closed. She doesn't know what's going on inside.

The little guy tilted his head, a little curious.

I couldn't help jumping to the two closed doors, hanging his head, and the little black nose sniffed vigorously towards the gap.

There was only the smell of paint from new furniture in one of the doors.

In the other door, there was a faint smell of hydrogen peroxide, intertwined with various potions.

Make Xiang Xing even more curious.

But inexplicably feel reasonable.

Professor of biology, there is an anatomized little frog or something at home, it doesn't seem strange.

Well.

The little guy didn't think much, turned around, and jumped towards the study.

I don't know if it's a habit or something, Konai's study is not locked, it's still concealed.

Out of politeness, she only glanced in through the crack in the door.

In this study, except for the position of the windows, almost all bookshelves are filled.

Books on subjects, as well as some of his personal hobbies, are neatly arranged in an orderly manner.

However, there seemed to be a pile of documents on that big desk.

In this meticulous and tidy picture, it seems so abrupt.

Looking at it, Xiang Xing couldn't help but tilt his head again, and his ear tips moved slightly.