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

Seeing that the host doesn't seem to understand very well, be a good person and explain patiently.

The general idea is: no matter how old she is, she can only behave like an ordinary person at that age. As for the behavior of a "child prodigy" who skips grades directly from elementary school to high school, she can't have it at all.

More directly, that is, Song Le must start from the age of one, step by step, and then "grow up" step by step.

"..." Song Le was heartbroken, shrunk into a ball, and used silence to resist this fucking arrangement.

But to be a good person, he smiled and asked something that made things worse: "Host, do you want to accept the task now?"

... a dog leash.

Song Le said in his heart: "...Let me be quiet first."

Be a good person and as expected, she disappeared in the next second, leaving her alone in the baby room.

Baby, child, room.

Song Le was lying on his back, covered with a small quilt, and above his head was a string of small wind chimes, just looking at it, it was easy to fall asleep.

A child's sleep comes as soon as it is said, let alone she is only... one year old?

So even if Song Le was extremely reluctant and wanted to think hard about life, he had no choice but to fall asleep, and finally gave up resisting and fell asleep drooling.

……

When I woke up, the sun had already set and the sky was dark.

Song Le stretched out his hand to rub his eyes, but his little fist couldn't reach it no matter what... He couldn't complain.

With an empty stomach, and no one came to see her, Song Le was hungry, staring at the beautiful wind chime without love, and decided to kill her without crying loudly to attract attention.

She is a mature adult, crying or something does not exist.

However, half an hour later, no one came to see her.

Song Le insisted again and again, but he was so hungry that his eyes were dimmed, he lost his mind, and his stomach was growling non-stop. Finally, he had no choice but to abandon his old face and let go of his voice to cry loudly.

That's called a grievance, the baby's voice is childish and hoarse.

"Whoa whoa whoa whoa..."

"Wow wow wow wow..."

"Wow wow wow wow!"

"Wow, wow, wow..."

But Song Le pretended to cry until he choked on himself, but no one came.

"..." Song Le was really wronged now.

Fortunately, footsteps suddenly came from the door, calm and curious.

Supporting the soft bed, Song Le sat up slowly and unsteadily, trying to look out while pulling on the guardrail of the crib.

As the lights in the room came on, an indifferent and delicate little boy walked in, who looked about six or seven years old.

The British school uniform on his body was meticulously buttoned to the top, his long eyelashes blinked indifferently, and his cold eyes fell on her.

Song Le inexplicably felt a trace of fear, she flinched, and subconsciously whimpered like a small animal.

The beautiful little boy, who was like a masterpiece of God, was unmoved and slowly walked over. Just when Song Le thought he was about to do something to hurt himself, he suddenly raised his hand and stuffed a feeding bottle into her arms.

Her voice was cool, without a trace of warmth, and she even frowned slightly annoyed: "Don't cry anymore, you know, I hate being disturbed the most."

Song Le was stunned for a moment——scared.

Woohoo, be a good person, this, this kid is so scary!How can you be so indifferent to a one-year-old child?

She is still a child!

It's not appropriate to be a good person and said with a smile: "The host has finally accepted this setting."

"..."

Under that faint gaze, she hugged the bottle tremblingly, and sucked and sucked honestly while despising herself.