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

Song Le rubbed her eyes, lay sleepily on his shoulders, looked at the direction he was walking, but was a little puzzled: Why did you get out of the nursery?Where is this going to take her?

Song Yisui clutched the collar of his school uniform with his small hand, thought for a long time in a daze, and suddenly remembered that he had just coldly told the nanny not to come again.

"..." She did it inexplicably - no, it wouldn't be to expose his terrifying nature and throw her out to vent his anger, right?

Thinking of this possibility, she flinched wanting to cry without tears, she, she, she felt that she was very well-behaved these days, An Cheng wouldn't be so cruel!

Fortunately, Xiao Ancheng is not that perverted yet.

Song Yisui watched himself being carried into a room on the second floor, tightened his arms around his neck, and called his brother in a low voice, as if he could see her strangeness and confusion. After An Cheng locked the door, he spoke lightly. Said: "This is my brother's room."

The implication is, don't be afraid.

An Cheng gently put her on his bed, then turned on the air conditioner and air humidifier, rubbed her soft cheeks, and said, "Brother, go take a bath, you are here, sleep well, you know?"

An Cheng hated others invading his private space, but now——she was actually taken to his room to sleep?

The flattered Song Le was stunned, and hurriedly nodded half-knowledgeably, then pulled the quilt over in a daze, and tucked herself in, revealing only a small head, lying on her stomach, tilting her head, and blinking at him.

An Cheng looked at her cute and self-conscious little appearance, and met her innocent big black eyes, his expression softened, and he reached out and rubbed her ears.

The room was warm, Song Le waited for him to walk into the bathroom for a while, poked his head out cautiously, sat up on the big soft black bed, looked around with wide eyes, the quilt on his body was also cold black, and the dark-colored floor-length curtains were drawn tightly Really, don't let a ray of light in.

In the deserted and orderly dark room, only the wall lamp at the head of the bed emits a hazy yellow light.

Apart from the sound of splashing water, the room was silent. Song Le looked around for a short time, then yawned several times, curled up under the quilt and fell asleep.

Not long after, An Cheng came out of the steamy bathroom, with a white towel draped over his wet black hair, and the cotton linen gray pajamas were still meticulously fastened down to the top button.

After drying his hair a little, he came to the bed first, and by the soft light, he looked at the sleeping child who was curled up towards him. Only he has big palms.

An Cheng couldn't help stretching out his slender index finger and placed it in her little hand, and it was subconsciously held and squeezed tightly.

The child's gentle palm and strength made An Cheng's heart slightly warm, and he smiled softly.

He pulled it out without any trace, walked to the desk again, turned on the desk lamp, and started to 'study'.

Six or seven years old, at the age of elementary school, but An Cheng has no interest in those things that are almost mentally retarded to him. He did more than ten pages of Olympiad gold questions, practiced five pages of pen copybooks, and listened to pure and simple words for half an hour. I wrote short British English essays silently, and finally put down the book in my hand, packed my schoolbag, and got ready to go to bed.

As far as he could remember, this was the first time he had let someone into his room.

——Still a little guy who doesn't understand anything, it's his...'baby'.

It's a little strange, but An Cheng doesn't know why, when he thinks of this little guy who belongs to him and has been brought up by him little by little, his heart as cold as ice warms unconsciously.