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

On the day of leaving, Song Le tried to contact her to be a good person.

But no one responded. It seems that he hasn't come back yet, and he doesn't know who to play with.

Song Le puffed up her cheeks, packed up the soft and few silver taels left, then pursed her lips, and went out with Ah Man.

Shen Ruoyi was waiting for her by the carriage. Uncle Xiao was talking to him, but his expression was always gentle and smiling.

"Le'er, take these to eat on the road." Cheng Fengyue rushed out, holding a bag of things in each hand.

Song Le hummed, nodded and took it, smelling the aroma of beef jerky and plum cake.

There is plum cake!

Song Lexi widened her eyes in surprise, the plum blossom cake was made in a very tedious process, and it was difficult to make it well, but her mother was able to make it a masterpiece.

The fragrance of snow plums, the pastries are refreshing and melt in the mouth, like sweet snowflakes.

After Song Le ate it once, he would never forget it for a long time. He never thought that he could eat it this time.

Song Le couldn't help hugging her coquettishly and said, "Mother, you are too kind!"

Cheng Fengyue smiled: "When will your mother have a hard time?"

He rubbed Ah Man, who was drooling and protesting, "Okay, okay, I left it for you, little glutton."

Sitting in the carriage, Song Le leaned against the small window, opened the small curtain, looked at the three people who were gradually left behind by the carriage and watched them off, and smiled.

At this time, Song Le never thought that the game she thought would turn into a nightmare in the end.

She lowered the curtain and sat down on the couch in the carriage.

There were only her and Shen Ruoyi in the carriage, Song Le looked away uncomfortably after meeting his deep gaze.

After untying the delicate pouch containing the plum cake, Song Le tilted her head and asked him, pretending to be relaxed, "Do you want to eat?"

Shen Ruoyi withdrew her gaze and said lightly, "Eat, I'm not hungry."

"Oh..." Song Le was not polite, blinked, picked up a piece of crystal clear pastry, and started to eat.

She ate silently, while Shen Ruoyi read in silence, so they lived in peace.

Suddenly, when Song Le was concentrating on studying the pattern on the side eaves of the carriage, the corners of his lips were gently wiped by the warm fingertips.

She was taken aback, and looked at Shen Ruoyi.

"It wasn't wiped clean." His fingertips rubbed back and forth on her lower lip, his tone still calm.

……

For some reason, her feeling of wanting to go home immediately came back.

It's so embarrassing.

Now this Shen Ruoyi is very different from the simple and transparent boy before.

Song Le was a little flustered.

Fortunately, Shen Ruoyi didn't do anything else after that, but just read the book silently.

The coachman is a veteran, and he hurried to the capital quickly.

After running around for a short time, Song Le was led into Shen Ruoyi's mansion in the capital.

The gate is red and vermilion lacquer, and even the servants by the gate are well-trained, standing like green pine.

Walking in, the winding promenade is dazzling, and the carefully decorated rock garden has quiet and elegant small bridges and flowing water. Every brick and tile, every plant and tree are extremely particular.

Song Le followed him for a long time in the maze-like mansion before finally arriving at a particularly elegant and luxurious room.

Walking in, the bright red bed and tender red curtains are very eye-catching.

"Shen Ruoyi..." On the desk there were a large pile of books with obvious traces of flipping through them. This room didn't look like it was uninhabited.

"This is my room." He looked at her and said.

"Huh?" She never knew that Shen Ruoyi liked bright red.

"You sleep here."

"What about you?" Song Le wrestled his wrist out of his hand and asked a little back.

"...Don't worry about me." His eyes seemed dim.

At night, the night is like ink.

Facing a table full of delicious delicacies, Song Le didn't blink.

Although I don't know why the self-rescue mission is still zero, Shen Ruoyi, who can give her so much food now, shouldn't be too bad.

On the huge mahogany table, dishes that Song Le had never heard of on weekdays were served one after another.

She also went from being happy at the beginning to feeling distressed, she turned her head and said, "Shen Ruoyi, enough, enough, too much."

Even with two she couldn't finish it.

Only then did Shen Ruoyi raise her hand to let Chuancai's maid go down.

Looking at the person beside him with bright eyes and licking his lips, his eyes darkened.

……

After Song Le finished eating, he stretched himself slightly, and narrowed his eyes sleepily.

"Are you sleepy?" Shen Ruoyi's eyes darkened.

Being pulled into her arms, Shen Ruoyi rubbed her stomach lightly, Song Le was drowsy, and couldn't remember to push her away: "Sleepy..."