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

Ever since Song Le mastered Jiang Jue's weakness, he has made rapid progress.

Stored up a lot of desserts, all kinds, in the refrigerator, hunger marketing.

On this day, after Song Le restrained him for two days, Wang Wang ran up to him and asked, "Jiang Jue, do you want pudding?"

Jiang Jue was no longer in a daze when he heard the words, with an unmoved expression on his face: "I want to eat."

Song Le looked at the cold and slightly dissatisfied young man in front of him, resisted the urge to fulfill his wish, and said persuasively, "Then how about we come back to eat after the review today?"

Jiang Jue frowned again when he heard the words, looked away, and stopped answering.

— Silent resistance to the hospital.

"But you won't be fine if you don't go to check, Jiang Jue, do you want to never see?" Song Le coaxed him.

Jiang Jue didn't care much, and asked indifferently: "What's the use of seeing?"

It seems like nothing is different.

Song Le didn't stop him, just smiled and said: "There are electric poles ahead, are you afraid of Jiang Jue?"

In the end, he led Jiang Jue to the hospital, and Song Le waited for him to check in turn.

And when she hurriedly opened the door to go to the bathroom to wash, Jiang Jue raised her beautiful and indifferent eyes, confusedly followed her intuition, and found the direction of the monitoring in a short while.

Song Le got up and left: "I want to throw out the trash later, the refrigerator should be cleared."

Song Le thought for a while, bit her lips, and whispered expectantly: "Don't you want to see what I look like?"

Song Le saw the solid chest of the handsome young man in the surveillance and the abs who couldn't tell whether he was six or eight, his eyes suddenly changed, his cheeks flushed rapidly, his eyelashes fluttered, and he clutched the nosebleed that accidentally flowed out, and pulled at him in embarrassment. tissue.

His indifference and neatness were beyond her imagination.

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And silently took down the photo on the wall, threw it into a cardboard box, and sealed it in a dark place.

Since her relationship with Jiang Jue went well recently, she didn't continue to use that terrible infatuation spray.

Song Le accompanied Jiang Jue for almost a month.

Jiang Jue stopped abruptly.

Seeing him pursing his lips and not speaking, Song Le murmured, and walked over to show weakness, holding her hand involuntarily, coaxing: "Okay, okay, I won't talk, let's go back."

Song Le silently held the coffee and watched quietly, pretending that he was not emotional.

——The medicine is three-point poisonous, and the spray is too poisonous, causing her to still have the sequelae of voyeurism.

Being used to being led by her, he didn't even bring a blind guide stick...

It's simply black history, poisoning the eyeballs.

In the surveillance camera, the light in Jiang Jue's room was on. He sat by the bed, unbuttoned one by one, rolled up his shirt lightly, and put it on the bed.

On the way back, Song Le led him and said, "Jiang Jue, the doctor prescribed a new medicine, which seems to be a bit bitter, and I will urge you to finish it in the future."

"Do not want to."

But monitoring is not.

Jiang Jue's response was to break away from her hand and walk aside indifferently.

When he came out, Song Le listened carefully to every word the doctor said, while Jiang Jue sat aside with a particularly indifferent expression, crossed his long legs, crossed his hands, and showed a gesture of resistance, without saying a word.

"..."

I always feel like I'm being watched, is it an illusion?

So the second month of summer vacation...

"Let me do the problem...why don't you let me jump from the window?"

Song Le sat cross-legged on the floor cushion, pinned his hairpin, and muttered softly to the high math paper given by the teacher.

Jiang Jue sat next to her, quietly biting the hard-won pudding, turning a deaf ear to her wailing.

Song Le felt heartbroken at his indifference, and kept watching his reaction while continuing to resist.