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

Song Le was hugged tightly at this moment, the tip of her nose almost touched his delicate nose.

She couldn't help being nervous for a while, and said in a daze: "...brother?"

"Don't call me brother," An Cheng said calmly, with his voice still cold, "From now on, call me An Cheng."

Eh?

Song Le was puzzled, doubts arose in his heart, and he said carefully: "Brother, are you angry? I know I was wrong, I really am."

An Cheng raised his eyes to meet hers, and interrupted her slowly: "I'm not angry, I just want you to recognize a fact."

"We're not related by blood."

Song Le was stunned, and even forgot to blink.

She knew, of course she knew.

She is the child of her mother and her ex-husband, and An Cheng is the justifiable young master of the An family, but what do you do now that you realize this fact?

"Baby, you've grown up." The cold anger in An Cheng's eyes gradually softened, and he said as if sighing, "From now on... I will respect you, you are An Xiaole."

As much as he wanted her, he was afraid of losing her.

He didn't know what it felt like to be hated, but he didn't want to see her loathing and avoiding him.

An Cheng is a businessman.Businessmen always know how to achieve their goals as quickly and best as possible.

He chose the one with the least loss.

The baby is his, but at the same time, it is also the person he is most reluctant to hurt.

An Cheng looked directly into her clean eyes, slightly helpless, and relaxed a little bit.

The voice is melodious and mellow like a piano, gently biting out the gentle words: "Lele. I want to chase you."

Lele, I want to chase you.

I want to chase you.

want to chase you.

Chase you.

you.

Song Le looked at him dully, as if he heard something incomprehensible.

After a while, I finally found my voice, and said stupidly: "...Brother, I, we, you, you."

"I don't want to be your elder brother anymore. I want to like you, love you, and get you openly. In this way, can you understand?" An Cheng's words were light, but the light in his eyes became more and more dazzling. Song Le, who heard every sentence clearly, opened his mouth wide, unable to recover for a long time.

"I..." Song Le, who was not sober at first, but now completely froze, gave a heartbeat.

What she has been afraid of is An Cheng's dark coercion, or terrible threats.

After all, she knew that An Cheng in that life was extremely cold and ruthless.

But she didn't expect that An Cheng would tell her unabashedly, like now, that the bright and beautiful eyes still have habitual indifference, but the inevitability of it is so inevitable that it is difficult to ignore it. arrive.

"So, Lele, what kind of person do you like?" An Cheng pressed the urge to kiss her and asked.

"..." Song Le couldn't say anything now, and didn't know what to answer, so he stammered after a long time: "I, I don't know."

An Cheng's gentle and doting chuckle rang in her ears: "What about me, do I still satisfy you?"

Hearing this, Song Le's face flushed even more.

An Cheng...it's An Cheng.He was actually asking himself if he was satisfied with him?

If a person's appearance is used to determine the score, Song Le really dare not give An Cheng even 99 points.

In terms of family background, appearance, and brains, she couldn't find anything to deduct points for, except for her cold personality and being a bit unfriendly to strangers.

And... If she grades herself, she can only barely pass the cheeky mark, right?

The appearance is okay, but the IQ is flawed.

Song Le wandered into the sky and thought wildly, but he couldn't relieve his tension. Finally, facing his star-like eyes, he licked his lips and said, "No, it's not, I'm not good enough for you..."

An Cheng was startled when he heard the words, pursed his lips and seemed a little displeased, after a moment of silence, he said in a low voice: "Are you insulting my preferences?"

"...Hmm, huh?" Song Le was confused.

Which sentence did she insult An Cheng?

What if she insulted the first one to kill herself.