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

Song Le thought for a few seconds.

Anyway, her parents let her play that day and didn't care much about it.

Still, nights out—well.

"I went, did I sleep at your place?"

Song Le hesitated, the boss wouldn't let her sleep on the carpet, would he?

Xia Xuan nodded and said calmly, "Of course, it's so late and there is no car."

"Then where do I sleep..."

If it is sleeping on the sofa, she will refuse!

Moreover, there is no guest room in Daxie's house, only one bedroom and a cloakroom.

At first glance, it is not suitable for staying guests.

"Bed." The boss replied concisely.

"Ah, you bought another bed?" Song Le was stunned.

"...No." Xia Xuan said with a glance at her as if she was looking at Er Que.

Song Le was a little confused.

With Xia Xuan's level of cleanliness, maybe let her sleep in his bed?

Although I don't resent the touch, but...

"My bed." Seeing her disbelief, Xia Xuan explained helplessly.

Hearing this, Song Le was stunned: Big, big brother, do you really want her to sleep in his bed?

Song Le was inexplicably moved.

The boss is actually willing to sleep on the sofa for her, he is indeed a real boss.

In order to repay, she leaned into his ear and said with a smile, "Did you prepare something for Christmas?"

With his personality, he might have prepared a uniform like a Christmas dress.

The two of them have already played a lot of uniform games, and Xia Xuan easily understood what she meant.

But after meeting her interested eyes, he still couldn't help asking: "Do you think that's the only thing I call you over?"

Song Le was taken aback.

I felt that there seemed to be something else in his faint voice, but I couldn't think of it.

Puzzled and replied: "Isn't it?"

"We were originally in that 'trading' relationship." Song Le laughed.

I said it right from the beginning.

She's in charge of catering to his quirks, something he promises her to do.

Thinking of this, Xia Xuan pursed her thin lips tightly.

After a moment of silence, thinking that Christmas is her birthday, she eased her expression.

……

The weather is getting colder and colder, and Song Le sleeps more and more day by day.

She felt like she was about to hibernate.

When Xia Xuan watched her wearing snow-white rabbit clothes and sleeping on the table in the dark, she always unconsciously saw it as a lesson.

It's finally Christmas.

Looking up, there is an atmosphere of joy——

Big snowflakes are falling one after another, wrapped in white, and the Christmas trees arranged in the middle are eye-catching, and strings of bright and colorful lights are colorful.

After school, Song Le first went to his apartment with Xia Xuan, waiting for him to change his school uniform.

In fact, even the vulgar and old-fashioned school uniform is enough to blind the eyes of those bad friends.

Just who goes to bars in school uniform?

Song Le amused himself.

After a few minutes, Xia Xuan came out of the bedroom. Song Le heard the sound and looked up.

The young man's tall and slender figure is striking, his black hair is soft, but his temperament is extremely cold, his face is like a crown of jade, as if he does not eat fireworks.

I probably went, it would be out of tune with the atmosphere in the bar...

Song Le thought so, and then heard his voice: "Okay."

Is it her illusion? I always feel that the boss has become more and more gentle to her recently.

Maybe it's getting more and more familiar.

Song Le smiled slightly, jumped off the sofa and said, "Let's go."

The boss is rich, and her family is not bad, otherwise she wouldn't be able to eat, drink and have fun so recklessly, spending money like water.

The first floor of the bar was covered, Song Le held Xia Xuan's wrist through the clothes, and when she pushed the door and entered, she happened to see the scene of her little brothers dancing wildly on the stage.

Song Le: "..."