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

Lifting a corner of the quilt to sleep in, An Cheng hesitated for a moment, but he still leaned over to cover the two with a warm quilt.

I thought there would be some resistance, but strangely, there was no.

An Cheng was lying on her side, his beautiful and indifferent eyes stared at the little guy who was sleeping soundly in front of him for a moment, and his two little hands were holding loose fists on the side of his cheeks, ignorant and quiet, with thick eyelashes growing I want someone to touch it.

How come he has never discovered before that a child's sleeping face can be so innocent and cute.

"Baby..." An Cheng called in an inaudible voice, then turned on the wall lamp, and fell asleep with the soft and peaceful 'Xiao Tuanzi' in his arms.

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As the days passed, Song Le felt more and more that a child's life was purely eating and drinking.

While being hopeless and depraved, I couldn't help but start to worry.

"Being a good person, can't you speed up the progress?" Song Le was very melancholy.

"The host don't think about this anymore, it's not allowed. Don't, don't, don't hit me! Ah! I'm dead again!" Being a good person is becoming more and more addicted to game consoles day by day.

"..."

She was supposed to go to kindergarten, but An Cheng didn't know why, and kept her at home with an indisputable indifference.

Every night, I have to wait for him to come back to teach her to read, and to sleep with him...

Song Le struggled, "Be a good person, does this count as my progress?" It felt like An Cheng had let her guard down a little.

If possible, she still hopes that An Cheng will not be so vengeful in the end.

Unexpectedly, being a good man is still addicted to the game: "Well, maybe, probably, maybe... eh? Ah, why was he beaten to death again!"

"..." Song Le closed his eyes and vowed to smash the game console when he went back.

During the day, he ate and slept boredly, slept and ate, and finally waited for An Cheng to come back. Song Le naturally stepped forward with joy on his short legs, trotting in front of him with all his attention, raised his head, and hugged his legs——

This is because once, she accidentally tripped in front of him, but fortunately she hugged his leg temporarily to avoid the pain of face-to-face contact with the wooden floor.

I thought that An Cheng would be angry and displeased, but before she had the courage to raise her head, she was hugged. An Cheng was slightly angry, but it was not because of her unauthorized touch, but——

"What did I say?" asked coldly.

At this time, the two-year-old Song could barely get her words right, and she could speak intermittently. Facing An Cheng's oppressive eyes, she flinched and said timidly: "Be careful, be careful, elbow, elbow... ..."

Elbow into your sister.Song Le wished he could hold his head in his arms and cry.

Seeing that she still remembered what he said, An Cheng suppressed the displeasure in his eyes, hugged her again, walked towards the living room, and said in a soft tone: "Baby can't run around, do you know, if you get hurt , my brother will be angry."

Song Le wondered for a while at first, why was he angry instead of worried?

But when she thought about An Cheng's unusual bian (tai), she quickly let go of it, nodded obediently, and answered with a blink of an eye, and would not run around again.

An Cheng squatted down, looked at her at the same level, stretched out his hand and rubbed her ear, and said something that surprised her indifferently: "You can run, but only when your brother is around, you know?"

The words were stubborn and strange, Song Le was a little confused, and nodded hesitantly.

Afterwards, every time Song Le trotted over to hug his leg when he came back, An Cheng would take advantage of the situation and hug her up, the steady strength was enjoyable.