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

Song Le had a headache, should she reduce the dosage of Bingjiao Spray, otherwise she might lose control of herself if this continues.

Moreover, as soon as Bing sees Jiang Jue, it will be triggered automatically.

After the meal was ready, Song Le entered the room quietly, fearing not to disturb Jiang Jue who was resting.

Walking over step by step, Song Le licked his lips, blinked his clear peach blossom eyes, and looked upright.

However, his eyes were full of obsession, and fell on Jiang Jue's face, which was breathing evenly.

I couldn't help stretching out my hand, drawing from a distance, Jiang Jue's face proportions are almost perfect, with good bones and better skin, which can be broken with a single blow.

The eyes are indifferent and provocative Danfeng eyes.Down is a tall nose bridge with a slightly opened thin flap.

Song Le was stunned, and he didn't know whether it was the effect of Bingjiao Spray, or Jiang Jue was just so attractive.

She couldn't help but stretch out her hand more and more, wanting to touch him for real.

Anyway, Jiang Jue is now equivalent to a useless person——

Song Le had no choice but to purse her lips, letting the sickly spray disturb her preferences, and then said involuntarily:

Everyone will be scared away, okay?

[Jiang Jue doesn't like the smell in the room. 】

It's simply touching.

What can I do with her...

However, one second before meeting him, Jiang Jue opened his eyes.

When the voice came out again, it became a little timid: "The meal is ready, may I help you up to eat?"

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So that night, Song Le wrote down another entry in her notebook:

Staring at Jiang Jue, who was in the monitor because of the darkness, the color was a bit strange, but the outline was still handsome, he leaned his cheeks and blushed a little.

Look straight up.Wushen is like a beautiful glass bead, indifferent, but also has a certain deterrent force, inviolable to the point of daunting.

Song Le took a sip of his coffee and swallowed his saliva.

Monitor the Jiang Jue room inside.

Song Le heard him speak at this time, his cold voice trembled with joy.

Then he drew a villain that Jiang Jue didn't like, and began to despise himself, sick.

"Okay, I'll bring it to you right away!"

"Don't you like people touching you? Or do you hate me? But I won't hurt you, I like you, Jiang Jue..."

Unseen, IQ suffers.

Jiang Jue was speechless, but avoided her hand indifferently, and his unfocused eyes remained unchanged, as if by instinct.

"Yeah." He admitted indifferently.

Moreover, it is really time to reduce the dose, or sooner or later the dog will have to take——

"Don't you like the smell in the room?" Even if it is Caixiang.

At night, after Jiang Jue fell asleep, Song Le sat in front of the computer, holding a cup of coffee, watching with a sickly face...

Song Le didn't dare anymore.After a while, he retracted his hand resentfully.

"No need." Jiang Jue said quietly, groping to get out of bed and put on his shoes.

Well, is this sleeping position accurate to the centimeter?None of them are driven.

After silently listening to her words, Jiang Jue's expression remained unchanged, and he had no intention of responding, and said lazily, "I'm hungry."

Either he was killed by Jiang Jue, or he was faked to death by himself.

It took quite a while before Song Le remembered the business.

Turning the surveillance video to the small window mode, she began to search for Jiang Jue's deeds when he was ten years old.

——If it is said that Jiang Jue's intelligence has regressed to the level of ten years old, then he should be about ten years old now.

Thanks to the Jiang family intranet, Song Le quickly found a lot of photos of him when he was ten years old.

Sure enough, the young and handsome child always stood two meters away from the crowd, with a look of indifference and indolence, neat and meticulously dressed, probably a bit of a clean freak.