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

Song Le: "..." Look innocent, okay.

An Cheng is someone she can persuade?

She glanced to the side, and An Cheng's chuckle next to her obviously contained a hint of "I dare to persuade, I don't guarantee what will happen".

Song Le couldn't help shaking, pretending he didn't see anything, and continued to lower his head to take cards.

An Cheng didn't intend to continue to participate and disrupt the balance of the game. It happened that Song Le's phone was on on the table, and he picked it up casually.

This idiot has almost no secrets since he was a child, and he doesn't know how to set a password carefully. After An Cheng swipe lightly, he arrives at the main interface.

The message that popped up was an unfamiliar name, and it looked like a boy?

An Cheng narrowed his eyes and clicked on the message.

——After scanning ten lines at a glance, he couldn't help laughing, but there was no smile in his eyes.

Song Le, who was still racking his brains to figure out how to play his cards, felt a chill down his back for no reason.

Seven or eight people got together and chatted about gossip for a long time, especially An Cheng who made fun of the most, and before they knew it, the sky darkened.

The clouds are heavy, and there is a faint tendency to rain.

The few boys I met with An Cheng were either rich or expensive. Although they were young, they all had their own cars. Seeing the gloomy weather, the gentlemen all asked the three of them where their homes were, and they could be responsible for sending them home safely.

The long-haired girl answered a phone call when she went out, and when she came back, she said to Song Le and the others, "It's over, it's over, I was caught skipping class, and now my mother is learning the piano and is going to grab me..."

"..." The three of them wanted to laugh, but felt that they should sympathize out of humanitarianism, so they all showed sympathetic and sympathetic eyes in the end.

In the end, Song Le thought about it, and decided that it would be better to ask An Cheng to deliver it. Anyway, he could buy some food on the way back, so except for the girl who was going to learn the piano and took a ride with the handsome boy, the other two were all sent to An Cheng. car.

Song Le sat in the back row at first, and the three of them carefully looked at An Cheng in front who was concentrating on driving, playing in a low voice. Song Le sat in the middle, so teased that he didn't pay attention to An Cheng's increasingly cold expression.

After sending them home one by one, Song Le looked up at the sky, the dark clouds seemed to be over her head, she didn't wear much, and standing outside the car door was icy cold by the cold wind, she couldn't help shivering.

Just as he was about to open the back seat door and get up, he saw the window of the front passenger seat rolled down, and a cool voice came: "Sit in front."

Song Le's movement of opening the door paused, relying on the intuition of some small animal to feel that An Cheng's mood was not so good.

I got into the front seat apprehensively, not knowing whether to call it lucky or unlucky, the moment I closed the door and started the car again, raindrops also fell.

In the quiet car, Song Le sat obediently, not daring to speak much, seeing that his expression was still stern for a while, and then he had the courage to tilt his head and ask, "What's wrong with you?"

An Cheng didn't want to answer at the moment, he just wanted to go back and punish her well-why did he give his phone number to a boy who had other plans for her.

He just said lightly: "It's nothing, just wear your seat belt."

Song Le let out a cry, and quickly fastened it, when suddenly a thunderbolt struck her, and her whole body trembled.

An Cheng, who had been silently watching, naturally did not ignore her slight stiffness.

The idiot who grew up and was still afraid of thunder, he couldn't help laughing, the jealousy in his heart dissipated a lot, and his thin lips parted lightly: "Sleep with me tonight."