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

Not long after, Song Le was going to clean up.

A volunteer girl will come to teach the piano later, she has to hurry up——

The dean was divorced in the early years, and her daughter was a well-known pianist, but unfortunately died in a car accident at a young age. Because she missed her daughter so much, she specially invited someone to come and give a performance to the children in the yard every week. piano lessons.

Jiang Lin clung to her expressionlessly, followed her wherever he went, and snatched the broom and mop from her hand involuntarily.

It perfectly interprets the eight characters of ruthless, cruel and unreasonable troublemaking.

Song Le walked to the piano room with a stern face, and signaled him to hand over the mop with his eyes, but he didn't expect Jiang Lin to refuse, and asked, "Do you want to drag it here?"

Of course, her eyes said so.

Jiang Lin nodded: "Okay, you sit down, and I'll drag you."

Song Le was stunned and looked at him suspiciously: Will you?

Jiang Lin understood what she meant, and said amusedly, "You don't believe me that much?"

right.Song Le nodded without hesitation.

It's so heart-wrenching——Jiang Lin choked, his eyes sank, and he secretly remembered a small amount of revenge again, and then began mopping the floor.

Although he is not proficient, his calm movements and his slender and beautiful back are very eye-catching.

Song Le stared blankly for a while, and when he told him to sit properly, he remembered to sit down and lift his legs.

After a while, Jiang Lin mopped it up. The room was warm, and the down jacket was taken off. He was wearing a slim-fit solid-color sweater with the sleeves rolled up a little, revealing his fair and delicate wrists, which attracted people's attention unconsciously.

The faint sunlight of winter came in through the glass and fell on Jiang Lin's body, softening his usually cold and handsome silhouette, and occasionally glanced at him tenderly, making Song Le's heart thump involuntarily.

Realizing that he seemed to be watching for a long time, Song Le quickly withdrew his mind.

This hasty little movement was seen by Jiang Lin, the corners of his lips were lightly pursed, Jiang Lin's heart was soft, and he couldn't help but want to perform better, so as to impress the little mute.

After mopping the floor, Jiang Lin put the mop and broom away, put on the down jacket, glanced at the piano in the middle of the piano room, and said, "Didn't you think Yu Yan was very good last time?"

Song Le reacted for a while, speechless how could he still remember this, looked at him puzzled.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Lin came over, put his hands on the piano cover behind her, leaned over, and was only a few feet away from her face, staring at her with beautiful eyes without blinking, and said softly: "I also said , I am better than him."

The implication is that you are not allowed to worship others.

After Song Lele understood this meaning, her cheeks flushed red: "..."

Well!childish!

At such a close distance, Song Le's big black and white eyes were full of helplessness and embarrassment. He tilted his head and unconsciously exposed the red roots of his ears. .

Jiang Lin even wanted to take advantage of the situation and just press down and kiss him.

In the end, I still held back——

He still has standards, he has passed the metamorphosis, maybe he will scare away the little dumb who is finally shaken.

He had no expression on his face, but actually exhausted all his self-control to get up.

Lifting the piano cover behind her, she casually tested the timbre with her right hand.

Jiang Lin sat down beside her, his slender fingers landed on the black and white keys, recalled it for a while, and then began to play freely.

It was the same tune as Yu Yan played on the violin, but with a deeper meaning. Song Le stared blankly at his smooth movements, beautiful fingers, and one note after another lingered in his ears.