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

"..." Song Le was wearing blindfolds, playing a game of 'fishing for the blind' with a group of children, when he suddenly heard a strange voice of doubt.

——It seems that someone from outside the door has come.

She hastily pulled off the blindfold, but was facing Jiang Lin's fiery gaze, and was suddenly speechless for a while.

Across an iron gate, Jiang Lin put one hand in his pocket and held a delicate square box in the other. Half of his face was covered by a scarf, and the hot air he exhaled turned into mist.

"Hey, why are you so surprised?" Jiang Lin's voice was soft, and for the first time he didn't control his expression, and smiled as he wanted.

The little mute in front of him was wearing a fluffy pure white cotton coat, his eyes were a little dazed, it looked soft and clean, and it was so beautiful in the snow-white that Jiang Lin was actually moved and thankful.

Why did she come to him so late, but fortunately, she still came.

Song Le didn't know that Jiang Lin's heart was a little sensational at the moment. After being stunned, he was dumbfounded, confused, and at a loss.

It came out of nowhere... She never thought that Jiang Lin would really come to her.

Opening the door for him in a daze, staring at him for a while at a loss, then Song Le decisively took the children back to the house.

Otherwise, a group of children would yell around his novelty brother and brother, what if Jiang Lin didn't like it and lost his temper with them.

Jiang Lin: "..."

#This cliff is the worst time he was hacked#

It's a good thing he doesn't know.

Song Le sent a dozen children back to the warm room, waited for them to sit in a row, and then turned on the old-fashioned TV to let them watch the news.

——Well, because I can only receive this one channel.

The dean was taking a nap, so Song Le had no choice but to take him to the reception room first, pour him tea, sit three meters away from him, and write in his notebook: What are you doing here?

Jiang Lin gritted his teeth and narrowed his eyes - the little mute was so far away from him?No chance at all!

It doesn't matter, if the mountain is not just him, then he will pass.

So, Jiang Lin, who thought he was quite easy-going, walked over and sat next to her with a blank expression.

Song Le's wrist was grabbed, and he couldn't break free. He couldn't speak or write. It can be said that he encountered a new level of aggrieved life.

In the end, he could only stare at him fiercely.

But that fierce little look in Jiang Lin's eyes turned into a cute and coquettish act in disguise, irritating a certain pervert even more.

Jiang Lin: "..."

With an expressionless face, he was so cute in his heart that he yelled: Don't play cute with me here!I can't resist it!

In the end, he came back to life with difficulty, let go of his hand lightly, and said, "I won't do anything to you, just sit and talk like this."

sit that far!Are you sorry for his heart-scratching miss these days!

Song Le: "..."

Now, she doesn't believe a single punctuation mark in him!

After standing for a long time, they finally took a step back and compromised. Song Le and him held up the book again with a distance of one person, and asked him to read the five words on it carefully, and then answered carefully.

It was only then that Jiang Lin remembered to hand out the square box, licked his lips, and said a little nervously: "I just woven it, this time... there is no pattern."

He will no longer be self-righteous and make a fortune. To be thought of as a pig by the little mute is simply a lifelong shame!

Jiang Lin put the box in her hand, then untied the bow on it, and opened the lid. The snow-white scarf was the same as last time, but it was more refined. There was no pattern on it, but there was an extra delicate and bright scarf. Small diamond clasp.

Song Le was stunned.

"..." Inexplicably moved and aggrieved: it might as well be a pig, this one looks very... expensive, how dare she wear it out?