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

After realizing who he was in a daze for again, Song Le bit his lip and suddenly came back to his senses. He took the book by the bed and flipped through it casually for a while, but he was still restless.

——She was not like this before.

No matter what happens, as long as she starts reading, she will slowly calm down.

But even this habit was broken by Lu Xi.

Without his twittering, without his clingy, coquettish and rogue, there are memories of him in every corner, but he will never be seen anywhere in the future. For the first time, Song Le felt that in the silent world, every minute Every second is so hard.

Originally, originally...they could be fine.

Song Le buried her face in the quilt in pain...

After an unknown amount of time, there was a knock on the door.

Song Le didn't want to be disturbed, and she didn't want others to see herself in such an embarrassing state, curled up in the quilt, closed her eyes, pursed her lips, and didn't intend to open the door at all.

But the person who knocked on the door seemed to be very patient. Not only did the knocking on the door not stop abruptly, but it continued to ring persistently.

No matter how Song Le tried to hide, even if he covered his ears, it was hard to ignore and turn a deaf ear.

In desperation, she could only simply wash up, put on her coat, and look out through the cat's eyes.

Song Le was stunned.

Yes, Lu Xi...

She was at a loss for a moment, then frowned, turned back to the room and hurriedly closed and locked the door.

The phone rang again at this moment.

It was an unfamiliar number, Song Le's heart jumped suddenly, his hands trembled, and he hung up, but the number called again in the next second.

After Song Le hung up several times in succession, the owner of the number was still relentless.

In the end, Song Le held the phone unsteadily, like holding a Pandora's box. She gradually hesitated, not knowing what she was afraid of, what she was vaguely expecting, and what would be the result after opening it .

Then, connected.

"I'm sorry, I was wrong, little sister." The other end was slightly taken aback, as if he didn't expect to be able to connect this time, the familiar voice hurriedly said.

Just this one sentence, she almost softened her heart, tried her best to resist the urge to hang up, Song Lesi bit her lip, and remained silent without saying a word.

Seeing that she was unwilling to speak, she choked up slightly and said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry... I was wrong, I knew I was wrong, I shouldn't have lied to you, I shouldn't have used such despicable means, I'm sorry, those stupid things my brother said I know it all, it's all a lie, it makes you sad, I'm sorry, I won't do it again..."

I'm sorry one sentence after another, Song Le had to take away the phone, bit the back of her hand to keep herself from crying, she leaned against the wall and slid down to squat down - it's not that she didn't believe Lu Xi.

She restrained her doubts about the photos, suppressed the cynicism and humiliation of Lu Xi's family members towards her, but in the end, before he came back and asked for an explanation, she was slapped severely by the recording in Xu Xiaxia's hand .

She said to herself that she didn't believe anyone but him, Lu Xi, because she liked him.

To like someone, isn't it to trust him, love him, treat him special, special?

But he only regards her as a part of the deal, does he regard her as a human being?Or the same goods that can be marked with a price?

Song Le cried and laughed again: Really, that slap really hurt, but it also awakened all her self-deception before.

Tears fell one by one, very hot, but Song Le's voice was especially cold: "You are too guilty now, you are too sorry, you want me to say forgive you, right?"