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

"A father's love is like a mountain, do you understand?"

Be a good person: "..." I almost believed it.

"Cough, host, face up to the fact that you are a woman disguised as a man."

"What's wrong with dressing up as a man? To Feng Xi, I'm a man." Because Song Le is facing his own system at this moment, Song Le doesn't need to pretend to be cold, act mean, and don't need to choose his words carefully. Her language is extremely honest.

But when it comes to being a good person, it's... wait, there seems to be something wrong?

"... Su, host, could it be that you have always thought that in the villain's heart, you are a tall and stalwart father image?"

Is not it?

Song Le was also a little confused by it's question, and suddenly felt that he seemed too young.

So she thought for a while and slowly changed her words: "That's the goal I'm working hard for."

"..." Being a good person froze for a microsecond, and then took a sharp breath.

#My host her goal is actually wanting to be the villain's father#

Obviously, the role-playing is so realistic, it looks very stylish and intelligent, but in fact, its home, the host, is just, stupid and cute, right?

"...Host, I'm leaving first." Her footsteps were unsteady.

"...Okay, you go slowly." This reply, but the host is still serious.

It, it always feels that the host will be slapped in the face in the future, and can't bear to look directly at it.

What's wrong with being a villain's father?

Song Le didn't know what it was thinking, and felt that being a good person came and went like the wind, which was a bit baffling. When she came back to her senses, she saw that Feng Xi had already eaten the big strawberry, staring at herself without blinking.

"what happened?"

"It's nothing." Feng Xi shook his head, put his hands on his chin, and smiled cutely.

This is what Song Le discovered only recently. As the happiness value increased, Feng Xi's hostility and resentment also decreased.

But now that the happiness value is approaching a positive number, Feng Xi's behavior and emotions are almost the same as those of ordinary children. Yuxue is cute and itchy.

Song Le naturally stretched out his hand, rubbed his head, and said, "How's your mind training going?"

Feng Xi didn't answer immediately, and after a breath, he replied obediently: "Very good."

Song Le nodded when he heard the words, and the wontons were served at this moment.

Xiaoer, who had a towel on his shoulders, smiled and said, "Young master, would you like a pot of winter brewing wine?"

Dongniangjiu is the rice wine used to drive away the cold and pray during the winter solstice here. According to the custom, it should be drunk. Song Le hesitated a little, then nodded and agreed.

The wine and accompanying small stewed vegetables were also delivered quickly. After Song Le took a few mouthfuls of wontons, he took off the lid of the wine pot, and a strong scent of sweet-scented osmanthus wafted over in an instant, making people feel refreshed.

In reality, she has a very strict family education. Although she has no father and no mother, both the cruel uncle and the second uncle Mensao have strictly guarded her, and she has not touched a drop of alcohol for 18 years, so now, she is very curious.

Moreover, drinking rice wine doesn't seem to make you drunk, and Song Le is even less stressed when tasting it.

Small sweet-scented osmanthus blossoms float in the golden winter wine, which is cool and sweet in the mouth. After drinking it, it feels as if the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus permeates her spleen and stomach. Song Le also pours a small cup for Feng Xi.

The first small cup was for a light taste, but after getting used to it, Song Le began to drink one cup after another. She couldn't eat more wontons, so she only drank Dongzhuang wine.

The consequence of non-stop drinking is that when Feng Xi uttered a reminder, Song Le was already a little drunk, and he didn't know what he was muttering alone.

Broken thoughts are general.

Feng Xi was puzzled and asked, "Master?"

"Huh?" The person who was called tilted his chin, his cold peach eyes sparkled, and he looked lazily at Feng Xi.