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

He did it on purpose.

That kind of sympathetic idiot looks soft and easy to bully.

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Lu Xingfu knew that he was bad since he was a child. Not only did others think so, but he himself had to admit it.

He pushed people into the water, mixed sand with the old lady's rice, and from time to time stole this person's things and put them with another person he hated...

Before the age of 13, he thought that the whole meaning of his life was revenge.

until he met the man.

song music.Humph, the name is also ugly, happy or unhappy.

The more indifferent and ruthless others are to her, the more she wants to move forward?

You didn't hide when you heard that he was a catastrophe, and you looked at him curiously, no brains?

If you can't find it...

Fortunately, he is no longer so stupid to yearn for some warmth.

Unexpectedly, in the end, it will still hurt.Tossing and turning in pain, he knelt down and begged for mercy.

He ruined the first purse she gave him because he thought of his past when he was abandoned like a broom.

——Don’t hurt others, let alone Lu Zhizhi, and be a wise king who is useful to the country and society.

He is different, he is very good, he likes Ah Xing, and will always like him...

He seemed to answer at the time: "Is it cold to talk to me?"

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He is not very good at communicating with people, and he always talks to himself in his heart, but on the surface he is becoming more and more ruthless.

What else, when he was helped back, he suddenly felt that it felt good to have someone in charge.

He remembered agreeing to her last request.

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He had never taken the initiative to get close to her before, nor did he have the habit of being kind to others.

On his birthday, Ping An button, she said that she would protect him after that.

However, she broke his coldness time and time again, making him at a loss.

Hearing the sound of someone sneaking over again, he made a mistake, so he pulled her over and held her in his arms to teach her.

All his warmth is learned from her, and only given to her.

No, it won't be found.He comforted himself like this, but the comfort lasted for many years.

She would always kiss him unexpectedly, on the cheek, on the forehead, on the corner of the lips, and smile at him and say: "Ah Xing, Ah Xing, I like you, so when you like someone, you should be the first to think of me. "

Always say things like this.

Why did he say it, why didn't he do it after he said it, it made him feel so painful afterwards, the pain made him sleepless all night.

As for her, she won't be with anyone, she will leave.If she is found, then they are together.

But when she was practicing calligraphy, she rested her chin on her hands, her face was pale and soft, and she looked at him with a pair of sparkling peach blossom eyes.

He remembered that once, when she met a cold and arrogant girl, she was especially embarrassed to ask for directions, and then she came back and said, "Ah Xing, I'm so afraid of talking to cold people, I always feel so cold."

Feeling her tightness, there was a faint fragrance spreading in the surrounding air, and he remembered that the sun was quite good that day.

He knows that he has done many things wrong, but no one taught him what is right.

Lu Xingfu was annoyed by knocking on the door every day. Thinking of this, he bit his lip and made a plan to make that 'His Royal Highness the Crown Prince' disgusted and embarrassed.

Before her, no one cared about him, so as time passed, he also thought that he didn't need to feel sorry for him.

Song Le was taken aback for a moment, then resentfully protested: "It's cold, why isn't it cold... But Ah Xing is different."

In the end, lingering on the sick bed, I vaguely dreamed that there was a soft and sweet little girl's voice saying to me:

"Ah Xing, when we grow up, let's find a place to get married and live a simple life, just for the rest of our lives, okay?"

He subconsciously stretched out his hand, twitched the corner of his lips, and said yes.

What can be grasped... is still nothing.

always is.nothingness.