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

Seeing her explaining repeatedly for so long, Song Le was still indifferent, and even more helplessly grabbed his bangs, gritted his teeth and said:

"It's time to go for a reexamination. When your eyes recover..."

Jiang Jue interrupted: "I don't care."

What she looks like, ugly or pretty, he doesn't have much feeling.

But Song Le was really heartbroken.

It turned out that she took the initiative to come and go here, and she didn't even care about her appearance.

Licking her lips, Song Le was not discouraged for too long, she said: "Okay, then if you care about it someday, you can, you can touch it."

She suddenly had a flash of inspiration.

"Yes, you are very smart, you can touch my facial features and judge whether it looks good or not."

The more Song Le thought about it, the more this happened, but Jiang Jue... looked completely uninterested.

He didn't know what was wrong with it, not even if it was good or bad.

She had no choice but to go into shut-up mode.

Jiang Jue waited for a few seconds, did not wait for the next article, and unconsciously frowned, and after a long time, he said indifferently: "You should abandon the dark and turn to the bright."

But Song Le, stop talking.

She seemed to feel something, and it seemed that she didn't.

It seems that the previous indifference has disappeared.

In fact, after hearing her serious denial, his alienation and depression during this period disappeared without a trace.

But Jiang Jue, after leaving a puzzling sentence, he would start to lose his mind and not speak.

She had no choice but to puff her cheeks and give up resentfully.

After being resentful, he finally remembered the other points that were slandered, and explained listlessly: "Besides, he and I are the boy she mentioned just now, so we have nothing to do with each other."

You don't even care about your appearance, let alone this kind of thing, okay?

Xiao asked suspiciously: "Jiang Jue, you mean, it would be better for me to be with that boy earlier?"

Song Le was at a loss, not knowing what it meant.

Song Le: "..."

Then how to open an umbrella?

After returning to the apartment in such silence, pretending to be deaf, Jiang Jue was relieved to play games to calm his embarrassment.

Song Le was so angry that it was funny, he shook his head, and silently pricked Xiao An'an's villain several times in his heart.

Song Le can only ponder on his own, deliberate and deliberate, and can only connect the context.

But it was only for a moment, and then continued to remain calm, wanting to hear her continue.

But he didn't want to talk, and he didn't want to ask.

It took a long time before he dared to half-believe and half-doubt: "Jiang Jue, do you mind this?"

Jiang Jue: "..."

"Yeah." But for the first time, Jiang Jue answered a simple syllable peacefully.

"What is turning away from the dark and turning to the light?"

Jiang Jue: "No."

How could they still hug each other.

"But, I like you," Song Le whispered, very depressed, "...that whore and I were really just talking and joking, the last time it rained, it was because there was only one umbrella, and, Not as pompous as she said."

When Jiang Jue heard this, his eyes moved for a moment.

Hearing this, Jiang Jue pursed his lips in displeasure and did not answer.

It can be said that it is quite uncertain.

"But why do I think you have..." Song Le did not give up.

Song Le managed to catch such a flaw, so naturally he refused to let it go.

Embolden yourself, or lean forward, lean forward, and ask, "Jiang Jue, do you hate me?"

Jiang Jue was wearing a gaming headset, pretending not to hear, with a deadpan expression on his face.

Song Le became bolder again, gritted his teeth and took off his earphones decisively.

He moved forward again, but lost his supporting hands, and suddenly lost his center of gravity, just like that: "Jiang Jue, you... um."