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

Could Xu Xia Tian be the one who said that?

Song Le's heart suddenly rang, not because he doubted the authenticity of Yun Dao's words, but because he doubted Xu Xiaxia's intentions.

You must not have the heart to harm others, let alone the heart to guard against others.

Song Le subconsciously put down the glass of champagne in her hand, but she unconsciously drank most of it because of listening to Director Yun's nagging.

At the same time, she realized the unusual heat on her body.

After a while, but it didn't seem to be getting better, Yun Yufan opened his eyes slightly, saw the conspicuous blush on her face and slightly dilated pupils, and said with concern: "Stop drinking, you, you can't do this Drive, I, I'll call Lu Xi to take you back."

Song Le really needed to go home, she held back her vain footsteps, nodded and thanked in a low voice.

But unfortunately, I found that even the mouth of the throat was hot.

Is there really a problem with this champagne?Song Le had a headache.

Lu Xi didn't attend the wrap-up banquet because of school business, but when he received a call from Yun Yufan, he immediately asked the driver to take him over.

At the entrance of the hotel, the cold wind made Song Le wake up a little bit.

Seeing Lu Xi, he was even more relieved.

She believed in Lu Xi enough, so without any hesitation, she got into the car.

Lu Xi knew the address of her home, so she didn't have to worry about it.

Song Le leaned against the car window with his eyes closed, strange waves of heat rushing through his body.

The rationality seemed to be pulled by two levels, and the head was full of strange things, dizzy and chaotic.

It was difficult for her to hear what Lu Xi said next to her ear, but she just felt that the voice was extremely alluring, making her unconsciously want to lean over.

Fortunately, just thinking about it, she still has a sliver of sanity, sometimes sober and sometimes dizzy, and she hasn't done anything embarrassing.

I don't know how long it took, and finally arrived at the small apartment where she lived, and Lu Xi sent her upstairs.

Song Le was half supported in his arms, bowed his head, and found the key slowly. The keyhole was right for a long time, and it was Lu Xi who took it before opening the door.

Song Le's sobriety is getting away step by step, she can hardly speak loudly, the heat and groans forced in her throat make her wish to dive into the cold water.

Patience and patience, Song Le finally said goodbye and thank you in full.

Just about to close the door, Lu Xi seemed to hesitate for a while and came in and said, "Miss, you seem to be very drunk, let me take care of you."

His voice was pleasant to hear, and the unique magnetism and softness of a young man made Song Le lose his mind for an instant.

At the same time, the best opportunity for rejection was missed.

Asking the driver to go first, Lu Xi stopped listening to her excuses, closed the door, picked her up, and put her on the bed.

He went to the bathroom to get a basin of warm water.

After being wiped with a warm towel, Song Le cleared up for a while, saw Lu Xi seriously wringing the towel by the bed, and printed the first fragment in his chaotic mind.

But this clarity is only temporary, followed by his body getting weaker, uncomfortable, and hot.

Feeling her anxiety and confusion, Lu Xi stopped his movements and turned to look at her.

Her whole body was flushed, she bit her lip and endured it, and squinted her eyes slightly, as if nothing happened, but the hand that clenched the bed sheet tightly, and the leg that was bent and lowered repeatedly, betrayed her.

Lu Xi licked her lips.

There was no trace of worry in the dark blue eyes, but it was as expected.

Even, there is a bit of coldness and a smile.

——He likes it very much, the feeling of having everything in his own hands.

Like playing chess, step by step, he will go to the place he wants.