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

Burning to death——

Song Le was almost burned to tears, but the child's eyes were too oppressive, she didn't dare to say anything, she could only hold it silently, waited for a while to cool down, and then continued to hold back the discomfort and drink.

An Cheng glanced at the shivering child, his big watery eyes were ignorant and frightened, as if he felt safe holding the baby bottle, he couldn't help raising his eyebrows, is he so scary?

After confirming that she had finished drinking, she stretched out her hand and said indifferently, "Give it to me, then sleep."

Song Le: ...

Go to bed right after eating?No, it will cause your stomach to sag...

An Cheng watched her obediently hand over the bottle, then timidly leaned on the wooden fence, and looked around reluctantly with her big black eyes, obviously pointing to something, but it was inexplicably funny.

If she was crying and screaming as usual, he would probably just get impatient, but she's learned to behave now.

An Cheng thought for a while, reached out and gently picked her up, put her on the carpet in the baby room, took some rubber toys played by children and put them in front of her, said: "I'm going to wash the bottles, you play here obediently."

Song Le subconsciously nodded slowly, and almost said yes, but fortunately she can't speak now, and she just said softly: "Wow."

An Cheng's hand holding the bottle paused, he was surprised that the little trouble tonight was well-behaved and sensible, but he just didn't hate it.

He didn't think about it anymore, he closed the door and went out first.

In the house, Song Le had little interest in the rubber ducklings, piggy page, and little rabbits in front of him, and his heart didn't fluctuate at all... no wonder.

She endured silently for a while, but in the end she was no match for the instinct of a one-year-old child. She gave up the treatment and obeyed her heart, babbling like a little mentally retarded child, picking up one in each hand and playing happily.

With a cheerful face, Song Le's mature heart was actually choking speechlessly.

"Host, I want to record this scene and save it to the local replay. It must be an extremely good memory." Being a good person seems to have unilaterally shortened the distance between the two since she bought him a game console. He ran out unwilling to be lonely, and said seriously.

Song Le: "..." Please take the dog with you.

After playing with himself for a while, the door was opened again, Song Le didn't need to look back, he also knew that it was the little boy who just came back.

She heard that indifferent and childish voice say: "An Xiaole, it's time to sleep."

Sleeping again... Song Le doesn't know when this day of eating, eating and sleeping will end.

And, An Xiaole?Is it the original owner's name?

Song Le wanted to turn around, but he couldn't turn around directly. He could only lie down carefully, then turned over clumsily, sat up tremblingly, and blinked at him.

What's frustrating is that even if she did such a complicated series of movements, the chubby hand still couldn't bear to let go of the little pig, and Song Le almost wanted to hide his face.

An Cheng watched the whole process of her turning around without blinking, he was so silly and stupid, he couldn't help but smile.

That smile melted all the indifference and coldness, like a gust of spring breeze blowing away thousands of pear blossoms, Song Le couldn't blink - she was so beautiful and charming at a young age, and when she grows up, she will match her Such an indifferent character in the face, alas, probably will break the hearts of many girls.

But, what the hell, Song Le didn't care about these things at the moment, she was numb with shame, holding the little pig in one hand, and the little yellow duck in the other, and the yellow duck quacked. Thought.