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

Song Le licked her lips, and was about to answer that it was nothing, when Luo Luo's wailing came from the microphone, which could not be ignored no matter what.

Song Le: "..."

An Cheng in a good mood: "Friend?"

Song Le nodded in shame.

"My photo?" An Cheng, who had clearly heard what he was howling just now.

Song Le: "..."

An Cheng pondered for a few seconds, and said: "Why don't you invite them to come over to play at home, I have a few people I know, I can introduce them to them."

Song Le was stunned, blinked, and repeated his words to the three on the other end of the phone without thinking too much about it.

Those three were a little reserved, not too good, would it be too troublesome, in fact, a photo is enough, uh.

In the end, Song Le, who was well versed in their routines, coughed lightly, and said "following the flow": "Okay then..."

What a fart.

The three immediately said: "Wait, wait, you are so sincere, then we will..."

Song Le knew it, and couldn't help but hold back his laughter.

An Cheng watched her finish the call happily, and there seemed to be sunshine in those clear eyes that attracted him.

It overlapped with the little figure of her crying and running home a few years ago, sobbing and saying that she wanted a friend.

An Cheng suddenly couldn't figure out why he had such a selfish possessive desire before.

Treat her like a bird in a cage, raise her indifferently, and possess her strongly, but you can't see her happiness or unhappiness.

But in fact, this kind of her is obviously more attractive to him, and it also makes him more fortunate, isn't it.

"Well, brother... An, Cheng," she trotted up to him, subconsciously wanting to call brother, but after he squinted a little, she quickly changed her words and stuck out her tongue: "Why did you take the initiative to invite others to play... ah?"

An Cheng raised his hand naturally, stroked her soft hair, and wrote lightly, "Isn't that your friend?"

Song Le didn't expect to hear An Cheng say this one day, so he opened his mouth immediately, and spoke after a few seconds: "But before..."

"In the past, I apologize," An Cheng blocked her unfinished question with his slender white fingers, and said to her with obsidian pupils, "I said, I will respect you in the future."

Because I like it, I am reluctant to hurt a little bit, because I like it, so I can't help but indulge, because I like it, so I can sometimes endure the unwillingness to let others share her smiling face, and do things that make her happy.

It was also an emotion he had never experienced before.

An Cheng was a little distracted, and couldn't help asking: "So, can I hug you?"

Song Le didn't answer immediately.

The An Cheng in front of him was still the same An Cheng whose possessiveness was deeply rooted in his bones, his eyes were still indifferent, but there were some differences.

For example, now, he would ask how to hug him, Song Leding looked at him, suddenly stretched out his hand, threw himself into his arms and hugged him.

This kind of An Cheng can be said to be perfect, making her uneasy and afraid of being dispelled little by little, but also irresistible.

"I seem to like you a little bit, An, An Cheng." She was still not proficient in calling his name, and said like a mosquito.

An Cheng's chin rested lightly on the top of her hair, and he raised his lips, the coldness in his eyes gradually warmed into spring.

……

It's time for the three of them to come to play.

Song Le looked at the house that was spotlessly clean with bright windows, and then glanced at the delicacies, cakes and desserts on the table, as well as small gifts for everyone as a meeting gift, all of which An Cheng prepared carefully and silently.