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

Song Le was taken aback when he heard this.

"...Huh?" I was stunned.

"Well, it's not good." Song Le said like a mosquito.

"What do you think I will do to you?" An Cheng gave her a playful look.

Song Le choked.

"Don't worry, I'm just sleeping, and there are accounts to settle." An Cheng calmly turned a corner and said lightly.

This calm tone made Song Le even more nervous for no reason, swallowing his saliva.

"Forget it, what's the score?" She recalled what she had done, but she didn't think of anything to settle...

An Cheng just glanced at her with a smile, his pretty face was extremely confusing, and instead of answering, he asked, "I'll talk about this later when I get back. Tell me first, are you hungry, and what do you want to eat later?"

Seeing that Song Le couldn't ask any questions, she could only rub her belly: "Is it okay to have a full banquet?"

"Okay, I'll do it." An Cheng actually complied with this unreasonable request.

Song Le blinked and immediately withdrew.

She didn't dare to trouble An Cheng like this: "...I was wrong, I'll just eat noodles."

Finally back at the villa, under Song Le's repeated stop, although An Cheng ordered noodles, but also a plate of soft poached eggs, five dishes with delicious color and flavor.

Well, different cuisines.

Song Le: "..." Why did she find that An Cheng is very embarrassing.

The sky outside was as dark as ink, the thunder was loud, the wind slammed into the closed windows randomly, and there was a loud bang, like someone knocking on the window frantically. An Cheng's door rang.

"Come in—" came a faint voice from inside.

She opened the door and went in, just in time to see him buttoning the top button of his pajamas.

"Come here." He said softly, with warm smiles floating in his sparse eyes.

Song Le took the soft but not the hard, seeing his gentle attitude like spring water, immediately pursed his lips uncontrollably, and walked over slowly.

Originally I thought it was to 'settle accounts', but I was still uneasy.

But unexpectedly, as soon as Fang walked in front of him, he was pulled over and hugged him.

An Cheng hugged her firmly and softly, the girl Xinxiang's soft body was very petite, and being in his arms made him feel a little impulsive and tender.

Song Le, who hadn't expected this action at all, froze, and the warm fragrance lingered around her. She could feel An Cheng's slender and delicate fingers rubbing her earlobe, and she didn't dare to move.

"...Itching." After a long time, An Cheng's hands that ravaged her ears continued, Song Le finally couldn't help it.

Only then did An Cheng blink and put down his hands, with an expression of torture to extract a confession: "Okay, then let's talk about business."

"..." It's better to itch for a while, Song Le wanted to cry without tears, and wanted to jump from his arms, but was stopped by his hands and hugged him even tighter.

An Cheng leaned against the head of the bed, hugged her across his body, and reached down to touch her bare feet.

Bai Ruan was small, still a little cold, he pulled the quilt casually, covered the two of them, and asked, "Who is the one you like?"

This is business?

Song Le didn't want to talk, but still answered honestly: "No."

Unexpectedly, An Cheng asked in confusion, "Isn't it me?"

"!" Song Le blushed instantly, raised his head, and knocked his chin. Both of them were in pain. An Cheng grunted and rubbed his chin. Song Le hugged his head and stammered angrily, "Who, who said Is it you?!"

"I thought it would be me." An Cheng's long eyelashes fell down, and Song Le thought he was disappointed, but saw him raise his eyes in the next second, frowned dangerously and said: "Is that who treats you like this? Are you half pushing and half not resisting?"

What, what, what, Song Le opened his eyes wide, the brain circuits that were already limited and not enough were blocked at the critical moment, just about to ask something, An Cheng came over, personally, and told her.