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

"Let me drive, let's go to the hospital first." Lu Xi gently rubbed her ankle and said without any objection.

Song Le shook his head immediately, and stopped him: "No, what if I get caught?"

Who knows what the paparazzi will write, she managed to get away from those scandalous black scandals, besides, it's not a big deal.

"I'll just go back and apply some safflower oil." Song Le was even more stubborn.

Lu Xi was obviously dissatisfied with her decision, but she endured it and nodded reluctantly.

Then he passed her knee with one hand, and carried her from the driver's seat to the passenger's seat. Song Le remembered that he had said that he was driving, and quickly asked, "You can't drive without a license, right?"

Lu Xi burst out laughing: "Of course I know, but I have evidence."

Song Le frowned, and if he wanted to say more, he pressed him down and sat in the passenger seat.

"Don't worry, with you in the car, I will be more careful than ever, okay?" Lu Xi took off her gold-rimmed eyes, and blinked her beautiful peach eyes.

Song Le's heart skipped a beat when he saw him, he was speechless, and hesitated for a long time before saying: "Okay."

After that, as he said, in the busy traffic, he passed one car after another slowly, earnestly, and methodically, and returned to the apartment soon.

Song Le has seen Lu Xi with a hippie smile, the cute and sloppy Lu Xi, and the pitiful Lu Xi, but he has never seen Lu Xi who is so focused and calm now. It seems that the more polished the piece is, the more amazing it is The jade, could not help attracting her.

In the empty parking lot, Lu Xi put on a black mask, turned off the engine and opened the car door on her side, turned her back to her, leaned slightly, made a coming gesture, and said softly: "Come up, carry you back. "

This sensible and caring appearance...

Song Le stared at his handsome back, her face became hot unconsciously, she muttered 'OK', then slowly climbed onto his back, carefully clasped his shoulders with both hands, and was a little worried after a while: "Will it be possible?" Very strenuous?"

Unexpectedly, Lu Xi nodded of course: "Yes."

"...Then I'll go down." Song Le's face darkened.

Lu Xi smiled immediately, and coaxed: "I'm lying to you, even if I carry you up the stairs, there is no problem."

For some reason, Song Le became more and more unable to calm down. Whether it was when she was a child or now, she was used to keeping the pain in her heart and digesting it silently, not letting anyone see it, but Lu Xi became an accident.

An outrageous and unreasonable accident occupied most of her life with a domineering attitude.

"Miss sister's heart is beating so fast, is it moving?" Lu Xi suddenly asked while waiting for the elevator, with a smile in his soft voice.

Song Le was stunned, feeling embarrassed to be talking about the central issue, but fortunately he couldn't see it, Song Le pretended to be calm and said: "No, it's your illusion."

He let out a long 'ah', pouted in dissatisfaction, and began to be willful again: "No matter, I performed so well today, I want to reward."

Song Le couldn't help but want to hit him on the head, but thinking about how troublesome he was, she held back again, thought for a while and said, "Go back and cook something delicious for you."

"I still want to kiss."

"Think beautifully."

"I will, I will—"

"Shut up and be quiet."

"Humph--"

If you are sensible and calm, you know it won't last for three seconds, Song Le said in his heart, but the scalding temperature on his face said otherwise.

After returning, Song Le was put on the sofa by him and held down, Lu Xi raised his eyes and ordered: "Don't move, I'll come."

He took out the small medicine box, unscrewed the small cap of safflower oil, poured it into the palm of his hand, and dabbed it on her red and swollen ankles. He lowered his head without blinking, and his long eyelashes were like a small fan, fanning her heart .