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

Time flies, and it is the day Jiang Jue is discharged from the hospital.

She walked into the familiar ward, but there were already two bodyguards in black standing inside, with embarrassed expressions on the bedside.

Seeing that it was her, she was startled, and then respectfully said: "Miss Song."

"what happened?"

One of the bodyguards hesitated for a moment, but still came over, and said in a low voice that only the two of them could hear: "Young master...he refuses to leave."

Hearing this, Song Le subconsciously turned her gaze to Jiang Jue on the hospital bed.

Still indifferent, but a little more cold and cold, making people dare not act rashly.

For a moment, Song Le couldn't help but suspect that this Jiang Jue didn't have the so-called brain damage at all, or was he temporarily blind?

He is still on top.

But Jiang Jue once again broke her guess. He raised his face and tried to find her position with dull eyes. On his handsome face, there was a slight dependence:

Finally couldn't help but said in a trance: "Jiang Jue, I really like you, I like you very much."

Song Le smiled brightly.

After a while, he said, "I'm tired."

Hearing this, Jiang Jue nodded slowly.

She wanted to help her before, but was repelled by Jiang Jue's frown.

only……

Really scary.

Almost rushing forward in two steps in three steps at a time, Song Le's soft voice startled himself:

The young man who used to turn his hands into clouds, his hands into rain, and his face so cold that everyone was worried, is speaking so normally at this moment.

His tone slowed down a bit, and he said in a low voice, "Mmm...yes."

Not at all cold and indifferent.

"You came."

The sound insulation effect of the apartment is good, not afraid.

"Yes, I'm here to pick you up, do you want to come with me? I have a small apartment, I live alone, I can cook, it's delicious, I'll do my best to take care of you and accompany you to recover..."

Jiang Jue didn't answer, and the beautiful eyes that were difficult to focus were lazy, and he didn't intend to look at her.

"En." Jiang Jue responded indifferently.

Photos of Jiang Jue are posted all over the walls.

Clean as new, specially prepared for him.

Reliance no longer exists, just now seems to be just a blindfold.

It's her fruit these days.

Well, well, she lost.Whether he is true or not.

Opening the door, Song Le didn't dare to touch him, knelt down to get the shoes for him, and said, "Jiang Jue, the slippers are right in front of you."

If Jiang Jue recovers his eyesight one day, the scene must be very interesting.

After she finished speaking, Song Le's eyes were shining brightly. Under the effect of Bingjiao Spray, the person in front of her was her world.

Song Le gently closed the door, humming happily, and walked into the kitchen.

This time, not only the two tentative bodyguards were secretly startled, but even Song Le was stunned.

And Song Le, after taking Jiang Jue back to his apartment, managed to recover from this unreality.

Seeing Song Le's heart, which was twisted by the sickly spray, suddenly beat.

Jiang Jue was quite used to this environment, so he lay down and agreed with his eyes closed.

But Song Le couldn't think about it. The air in the apartment contained the residue of sick spray, which made her more addicted.

"Ah."

"Oh, good, good!" Song Le hurriedly took the stick in his hand and led him to the bedroom.

Rou Tian said: "Go to sleep, I'll cook and call you later, okay?"

——It is one thing to hear it, but another to see it.

Song Le was woken up suddenly by the wind blowing from the window sill.

What the hell!

Thinking of what she had done just now, she took a deep breath.

Just sick!

Putting a blind man to sleep in a room with his pictures on the walls?