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

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Song Le's pupils shrank suddenly, seemingly unresponsive, but he exhausted all his strength, and instantly grabbed the boy's hand.

Then he got a cold sideways glance, and his back suddenly felt cold.

She almost had no doubt that if she just let go, the necks of the two people on the opposite side would be ruthlessly broken, and blood would be splashed on the spot...

"Auntie!" As a last resort, Song Le had no choice but to quickly stop the woman who was about to walk over while frowning.

The woman was startled, stunned, then stopped, looked at her, and couldn't help but blamed with a trace of astonishment: "What's wrong? Does he, he disagree? At such a critical moment, it's just a blood draw." !he……"

That's right, for anyone here, the most critical problem facing all mankind right now is this extinct plague, if anyone finds an antibody.

Not to mention a little blood, even flesh and blood must be contributed with righteousness and awe-inspiring, without expecting anything in return.

——This is the subconscious of everyone.

But for big guys, no.It's okay for him to treat human life like nothing, if anyone has the slightest intention to threaten him, there is only one word for fate...

Song Le tried his best to stop the woman from continuing to talk with his eyes, but seeing that it was impossible, he could only politely say: "Auntie, he is not in a good condition today, let's discuss it later, shall we?"

Fortunately, the boss doesn't understand what blood drawing is for the time being, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable.

After finally struggling to bring the boss back to the room, Song Le said slowly, "I'll go out for a while, and I'll be back later."

It was expected to be held back by indifference, Song Le could only take a few deep breaths, leaned over and took the initiative to approach, the young man sat on the bed, his pretty brows were deeply frowned.

When her lips were kissed, the young man remained unmoved, until after waiting for a few seconds, she only planned to leave with a light touch.

Only then did she move, raised her hand to hold the back of her head, pressed it down, opened her lips and tongue, and rushed in forcefully.

Song Le made a low hum, subconsciously put his hands on his shoulders and pushed them away slightly.

"I, I have to go out..." Song Le said seriously with his chest rising and falling after finally pushing away.

The young man was extremely dissatisfied, and his eyes were full of scorn.

She is his property, as long as he is by her side, she is fine, but now she is made to wait alone because of other things?

Song Le had been with him for a long time, and she could easily sense his gloomy mood. She quickly hugged his neck, and took the initiative to comfort him: "Soon, I swear I'll be back soon, okay...?"

After showing weakness and flattering the boss for a long time, Song Le finally got along with the boss, and went out instantly with a sigh of relief.

Walking quickly back to the meeting room, Song Le saw that the girl who had just suffered from the illness was still there, and seeing her looking distressed and asking for help, her eyes could not help but feel sympathetic and helpless.

Looking at the woman who was still frowning tightly and didn't understand, she said, "Auntie."

As soon as her voice came out, the woman immediately opened her mouth and asked half-questioningly, "Lele, what's the matter with that man? Isn't he willing? Or do you want to make a condition? "

Song Le pursed her lips when she heard the words, wondering: "That's not true."

"He is special, I think of other ways."

Persuading the big brother, this kind of thing, just think about it, Song Le is well aware of this, so after seeing his cold and indifferent attitude, he gave up this method in an instant.

"What?" The woman frowned, as if she was still inexplicable and ridiculous that he didn't even give a little blood.

Seeing that expression, Song Le felt uncomfortable for some reason.