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

Song Ersui, who had his nose pinched lightly, met An Cheng's beautiful eyes that looked like black glass, groaned, blinked, and said in a childish voice, "I understand...but, here, it's not fun..."

An Cheng saw through her small thoughts, put on a warm little fleece hat for her, rubbed her ears, and coaxed: "Wait a little longer for brother, and then we'll eat mousse, okay?"

Just hearing these two words, Song Ersui couldn't help but licked his lips, showed a silly smile, and agreed with a talkative voice: "Okay."

Then he obediently lay down in the stroller and waited.

When An Cheng swiped his card, Song Le was holding his fleshy chin with both hands, staring at him at the counter without blinking.

Although she knew it was just a novel world, but here, she really had a brother, and this beautiful and delicate brother was cold and repulsive to others, but to her...

"What is the baby thinking again?" Seeing her blank look, An Cheng felt soft in his heart, couldn't help stretching out his hand to scratch her nose lightly, and asked.

Song Two-year-old suddenly came back to his senses, laughed a little because he was afraid of tickle, then stepped back, blinking at him with those big bright eyes, a small expression of being caught, which made An Cheng laugh, especially when he wanted to hug her strong.

"Are you thinking about brother, or are you thinking about Mousse?" He simply hugged the little guy out, touched her soft cheek with his cheek, and asked.

The intimacy on the cheeks was almost subconscious, An Cheng was taken aback for a moment before being so close to anyone before, and then he accepted it unconsciously. He didn't seem to reject such an action.

Moreover, it seems that there is a little... like it.

Song Two-year-old didn't notice his stupefaction at all. After thinking about it, he decided to choose the latter, so he replied in a low voice: "I want to go, time, time, heck..."

Who would have known that, no matter what, Song Le’s face would turn red, and she could only shut up crying without tears, laying on his shoulders, burying her head, and thinking about this difficult thing for a few seconds. Life.

An Cheng was pleased by her dejected appearance, and raised his hand to gently stroke her soft hair.

After hugging her for a while, she still had to get down and walk, because no matter how powerful An Cheng was, he was still a seven-year-old child after all, and he couldn't hold her with one hand while pushing the stroller with the other.

As for those clothes, the store will send someone to the villa.

Walking out of the children's clothing store, she looked up at the 'enlarged' world, holding An Cheng, his hand was cold, Song Le thought for a while, then suddenly stopped, two small hands tried to wrap his white and warm hand, Put it in front of you and huh.

An Cheng was puzzled and raised his eyebrows to look at her.

Song Ersui blinked, and said innocently: "Brother, blow your hands hot."

An Cheng looked at her for a few seconds, and then asked, "Do you think brother's hands are cold?"

Song Le wanted to nod when he heard this, but it seemed that something was wrong.

She didn't 'feel', but was afraid that he would be cold.

An Cheng looked at her in a daze, as if he was thinking about what he meant, and after a while he raised his innocent face, and said softly, "Brother, your hands are cold, I'm going to stop cold."

Realizing what she was clumsily trying to express, An Cheng pursed his lips, and his heart suddenly warmed up.

This is... his baby, his own.

I really hope that in the future, she can only see him in her clean eyes, and she can only think about him in this way in her pure heart.