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

"I will marry you, Leer."

Lu Zhizhi looked at her, the little girl was still pure and beautiful when she smiled, which softened his heart into a puddle of spring water,

Song Le heard the words, shook his head and called him: "Brother Zhizhi."

Because the following words were too long, she was in so much pain that she couldn't finish talking, so she had to take a pen and write down on the paper:

If it's really good for me, don't do this.

Lu Zhizhi stared at her, feeling a great sense of loss in his heart: "Are you still thinking about it?"

Song Le nodded and hummed.

Although since that day, Lu Xingfu has not come to look for her again.

Thinking of this, Song Le couldn't help lowering his eyes again.

But Lu Zhizhi has made up her mind, no matter what she says, she will not change.

Before leaving, Lu Zhizhi looked at her, and Song Lexiao reluctantly had to wink at him.

"You, why are you here?"

Song Le rubbed her nose, not knowing how to comfort her, so she could only talk to him from left to right: "Abao, I'm hungry."

The young lady kept laughing and joking without saying anything, but she used to like to go out to buy food, but now she just curled up in the house and didn't want to go out.

Lu Xingfu didn't speak, he deliberately let her hear the footsteps, but he didn't see the surprised look in his eyes like last time.

"That can't be scratched! It will leave scars!" Having said that, Ah Bao still came over to give her a blowjob.

See if her hands are secure.

"..." Lu Xingfu couldn't ask any more questions, subconsciously told him that she must not let her know that the injury on her face was ultimately due to him.

Song Le dare not look at him.

"...Miss." Ah Bao called her behind himself as if he was about to cry.

After another half a month passed, the wound on his face had scabbed and itched, Song Le always wanted to scratch it.

Sleep at night.

seems to really—

"Don't you like me?" Lu Xingfu asked in a low voice without answering.

Song Le turned around and asked, "Huh?"

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Lu Xingfu pinched her chin to prevent her from hiding, and asked coldly, "Why?"

Ah Bao saw her staring at herself in the mirror in a daze, with a sore nose, and tightened her heart.

Blinking made his palms curl up in pain.

Just as I was about to tell Ah Bao to turn on the light, I heard footsteps.

"itch……"

Finally being able to apply that cool medicine with anesthesia, Song Le ended the day's torment of itching to suffocation.

Even a little evasion.

"Ah OK?"

She walked to the mirror and looked at herself in it, as if there were two people, one side was white and the other side was terrible, the stitched wound arched like a bug was covered with white powder, and it was highly swollen, even if she wanted to move the corner of her right mouth, she felt a pain The thighs tingled and stiffened.

After he left, Song Le didn't bother to read the short story book, thinking: Lu Xingfu doesn't really despise her, right?

"Miss, don't scratch! Stop! Stop!" As a result, Ah Bao dare not take things lightly now, and has to look back at her from time to time.

Step by step, it seemed that he was walking into the inner room from the outer hall. Song Le sat up suspiciously, and waited vigilantly for the footsteps to approach. When the person stepped into the inner room door, Song Le saw it clearly in a daze.

"Miss is as pretty as ever."

She subconsciously turned her right face back to prevent him from seeing it.

Looking at the small story book, Song Le fell asleep.

……

Song Le didn't react, turned his face slightly and asked, "What?"

"Is it because of Lu Zhizhi?" Lu Xingfu increased his grip.

"……Um."

"Can you do this for him?" Lu Xingfu's tone was somewhat dangerous.

Song Le was so forced to ask that he couldn't think of the strange way of asking, so he said bravely, "There is a reason."

"Don't you like me? Why did you do this for him?!" Lu Xingfu couldn't bear the anger and disbelief that had been suppressed for more than a month.