Quick Transmigration: The villains don't follow the routine!

She opened the door, and the lights in the corridor were still on. Song Le looked around, her heart pounding, and she didn't know what she was nervous about. Finally, she settled down after seeing Lu Xi curled up in the corner.

Then it turned into a nameless feeling of aggrieved and wanting to laugh.

"Lu Xi, you are sick." Her soft voice was very clear in the quiet corridor.

Hearing this, Lu Xi, who was huddled together in the cold, immediately raised his head, looking at her in surprise and surprise.

Song Le was about to lose his temper because of this man, and was about to speak when he caught a glimpse of an abrupt silver suitcase beside Lu Xi from the corner of his eye.

Then the helpless soft words were blocked back, she looked at him as if looking at a deep well ice: "You don't really want to settle down in this corridor, do you?"

Lu Xi shook her head, her eyes glistening with light: "Of course not."

"I just made a bet with myself in my heart. If the young lady opens the door tonight because she cares about me, then I will live in your house from now on." Lu Xi stood up slowly while supporting the wall, looking as if he was frozen It was so cold, but the mouth still couldn't stop talking nonsense.

The corners of Song Le's mouth twitched after hearing this. There were too many jokes in the words, and she didn't know whether to refute him or beat him up first.

Patience and patience, Song Le finally smiled and said: "You and yourself bet, there is no need to say it, and it has no effect, and I didn't open the door because I care about you. As for living in my house, you Is it true..." The word sick has not been uttered yet.

Lu Xi, who came over, sealed her lips.

In just a moment, Lu Xi withdrew, and said with a smile: "It's finally getting a little warmer, and I knew that Miss Sister would not want me to suffer from the cold."

This Shen Jingbing who always talks to himself!

How did that suitcase come about? She no longer had the courage to investigate.

Song Le felt that if this continued, he might have a myocardial infarction.

Finally, after more than [-] minutes of chatting with chickens and ducks and playing the piano with cows in the corridor, Song Le was finally discouraged and compromised.

——It is said that when arguing with a mentally retarded person, he will first bring your IQ to the same level as his, and then defeat you with rich experience.

This is how Song Le feels at the moment.

The original image of a gentleman, elegant and personable young genius has been completely shattered in her heart, and has been ruthlessly replaced by this brazen Shen Jingbing and little bastard in front of her.

After tidying up a space for him in the living room, Song Leshi ignored the chatter of Lu Xi who was always entangled beside him. After laying a thick quilt, he said angrily to him: "Take you in, just today It's late, stay... don't even think about it, do you hear me?"

Lu Xi nodded honestly: "I heard."

"But I still want to live." The frankness made people want to hit him, Song Le found himself itching more and more when facing Lu Xi like this!

Seeing that she didn't agree, Lu Xi thought for a while, took her arm and shook it, and shamelessly listed her 'advantages' like a baby: "Miss sister, let me live, I can clean, wash dishes, -The bed, I can go up to the living room, I can go down to the kitchen, I can do everything... I will definitely only make you happy, not give you trouble."

"..." Song Le took the soft but not the hard, gritted his teeth and looked at him, and squeezed out: "Get lost, will you?"

Lu Xi was rarely taken aback.

Song Lebai glanced at him, broke away from his grip on her arm, and was about to turn around and leave when she was pulled back.

"Yes." Unexpectedly, Lu Xi blinked and smiled, and then rolled smoothly on the quilt, from one end to the other, and when she got up, she came over to give her a mouthful.

Song Le: "..."