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

Another week of school has started.

Xia Xuan next to her was as quiet as ever, but Song Le heard one sentence after another.

【hungry. 】

[I want to eat pudding milk tiramisu chocolate strawberry cake big jelly, and milk tea. 】

[The logistics is so slow, the furry I ordered last week has not yet arrived. 】

【What are you going to do today... It's so boring.do you sleep? 】

……

Different from his usual spit words that cherish words like gold, Xia Xuan's heartfelt words are all light words, like a running account when writing a diary.

But this "running account" is low and soft, very sweet, like he is acting like a baby in her mind.

Involuntarily thinking of the word coquettish, Song Le's expression cracked for a moment.

She shouldn't be delusional about acting like a baby, the boss won't.

Song Le's faint murmurs sounded in his mind accurately.

In the end, I came to the conclusion that besides Xia Xuan's sweetness, he misses his 'fluffy', and - he is boring.

The heavy academic work and homework test papers that high school students carry do not exist for him.

Even if he went directly to take the college entrance examination now, it would be more than enough to win the provincial champion.

Song Le was thinking anxiously in his heart:

Doesn't this just bring him down, since she's bored, she'll take him to drink and club, play cards and fight, and see what is called the night life of luxury and money, so as to make his life a little more interesting.

Even though Xia Xuan's originally smooth and extremely smooth life was destroyed, she would feel guilty uncontrollably.But Song Le wanted to cry but had no choice but to do so.

Moreover, the most important thing to consider now is how to get close to the boss.

After thinking about it for a day, Song Le still chose the dog leash.

"..." Song Le angrily packed his empty schoolbag, angrily scolded in his heart: What use is your mind-reading skills!

After school, she followed Xia Xuan, not too far away, within a distance where she could hear his voice.

According to the information: Xia Xuan likes to live alone. After graduating from junior high school, she moved out of the family villa and lived in an apartment near the school where the land is expensive.

Then his family background must be quite good, and failing the college entrance examination should not have much impact...

Song Le bowed his head and kicked the stones behind him, when suddenly there was a soft meow.

【Well--】

Song Le looked up, and happened to see Xia Xuan's back pause, and the snow-white little milk cat was walking towards her with innocent eyes.

Is Xia Xuan afraid of cats?

Song Le had a thought, and just as the hero took the steps to save the beauty, she didn't expect that little milk cat to come straight at her... the beef cubes in her pocket.

That's called a swift.

The trousers were bitten, Song Le had no choice but to take back his steps without a word.

While squatting down to feed it, regretfully enlightening myself: It’s okay!Song Le, this can be regarded as a hero in disguise to save the beauty, a curve to save the country.

Song Le fed one or two beef cubes, and then stopped feeding - after all, the little milk cat can't eat more.

The snow-white ball meowed, tilted its head to look at her, blinked its black eyes, and seemed to want to do more, Song Le whispered: "My dear, you can't eat any more." small head.

The little milk cat rubbed against her hand,

The hand felt very soft, Song Le couldn't help it, and rubbed it again, rubbing it, as if his hand was out of his control, completely oblivious to Xia Xuan's sight not far away.

The tall and ascetic young man watched this scene, his indifferent and deep eyes narrowed slightly, as if he was thinking about something.

Song Le, who was indulging in the pleasure of petting cats, only heard a burst of sizzle waves coming from his mind.

It seems that there are a lot of things that have been blocked for harmony, spicy chicken mind reading.

Song Le complained for a second, then turned her head to meet his calm eyes, puzzled—so, what was Xia Xuan thinking?