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

On Christmas Eve, it snowed heavily in the early morning, and the sky was slightly dark.

The window was foggy, someone used their fingers to write out the drawn words and patterns, Yu Yan and Lin Rui were sitting by the window, Jiang Lin glanced over, and saw Lin Rui blushing again with anger.

Then when he raised his eyes, he saw the words "pig's head" and "Yu Yan" painted on the window, so he laughed and said in his heart: "It deserves it."

After being bored for a while, Jiang Lin saw the figure of the little mute who was thinking about it. Although his face was still calm, his eyes suddenly lit up.

Along with that, there was a lot of tension.

——There are apples and small gifts prepared by him on the table, and I don't know if she will like them.

Song Le was carrying a small bag, facing Jiang Lin's suppressed hot eyes, the fingers holding the bag suddenly curled up uncontrollably.

Why did she always feel that if she gave it, Jiang Lin would lose his mind?

Yes, it was her illusion...

Bowing her head silently, when he got up and sat in his seat, Song Le hesitated for a while, and decided not to give it yet, okay.

The morning self-study started, and the sound of reading aloud fell several degrees in an instant after Mr. Lin's inspection left. The laxity of winter came up, and a few chatters could be caught from the casual endorsement sound from time to time.

Song Le bowed his head and read the English words silently, but he was thinking about the big apple in his heart.

Yiben seriously wandered away for half the morning self-study, when Song Le's sleeves were suddenly tugged lightly.

As if the tangled mind had been glimpsed, Song Le unconsciously tensed up for a moment, and looked at him with wide eyes.

Being watched so nervously by the little mute's big black and white eyes, Jiang Linmian didn't change his face, his heart tightened, he coughed lightly, regained his sense, and said, "Happy Christmas Eve."

The soft and low voice was like a rattling quiet wind chime. Song Le pursed her lips irresistibly, slapped her eyelashes, nodded, and mouthed: "You too."

Jiang Lin's heart was struck by her obedient appearance, his breathing became uncontrollably rapid, he lowered his eyes and licked his lips, and said with a rare embarrassment: "I have something to give you."

After finishing speaking, she took out an exquisite small square box from the drawer, which looked like it could contain apples, and put this in a small space in her drawer, and Jiang Lin took out a small pot of something.

Song Le stared blankly, and heard him explain in a low voice: "This is a pink stone lotus, it's still young, just water it once a week, and fertilize it once a month..."

Jiang Lin's fingers were slender and pleasing to the eye, and he held the small succulent plant with both hands, showing his cherishment all the more.

The pale pink and white plump leaves stretch out layer by layer, and the small clusters are very cute.

Song Le was attracted almost at first sight.

She has always wanted to buy a small pot of succulents, which are cute and tenacious.

But Jiang Lin always gave her things, and she became more and more confused about what to do.

Jiang Lin saw her intention to refuse, and hurriedly said, "Actually, I...I,"

Fuck, it's like this again, thousands of enthusiastic words are stuck together, I can't make sense of it, I don't know where to start.

Jiang Lin stuffed the little succulent into her hand, who was at a loss, and quickly wrote one line after another on the note.

Song Le stared blankly at his focused side face, perhaps a little cold in the eyes of others, but only she knew that Jiang Lin's eyes must be brewing with emotions right now.

Gently flicking the tender leaves with his hand, Song Le lowered his head, somehow, he was somewhat looking forward to what he would write this time.

After looking forward to it, she was stunned again—how did she seem to gradually become numb to his abnormal madness, and she was not so resistant anymore.