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

There was never a fire in the apartment, Song Le changed his clothes and took him out together.

The apartment was her mother's legacy, and it was in a great location in the city center.

There is a shopping mall not far away.

Song Le thought for a while, and took a mask before going out.

Ye Han let her put on the mask for him, his clear eyes stared at her for a moment, and his young and handsome face was especially clean.

Taking the elevator for the second time, Ye Han still couldn't help reaching out and grabbing her sleeve.

Song Le laughed when he saw it, and held him back, and a vague voice came out from behind the mask: "What are you afraid of, I'm here too."

Hearing this, Ye Han was stunned for a moment, and then there were little smiles in his eyes.

When he arrived at the shopping mall, Song Le took him straight to a soybean milk shop, and the two sat opposite each other.

Taking a sip of soy milk, Song Le said, "I'll take you to buy some clothes later."

Ye Han subconsciously wanted to decline.

But when he met her bright eyes, he couldn't help being startled, then nodded his head in such a strange way, and said softly: "Thank you."

——In those eyes, there was no sympathy, no underestimation, it was open and frank, and he didn't want to reject her sincerely doing his best.

Song Le bent her eyes when she heard the words, raised her eyebrows and said, "Thank you, eat quickly, you are so beautiful, you can't be buried."

Hearing these almost complimenting words, Ye Han's fair cheeks showed unnatural blemishes, he murmured, and lowered his head to eat silently.

Ye Han was wearing the most common white short-sleeves and old-fashioned trousers at this time. The white was a faded white, but it still couldn't hide his youthful beauty.

Song Le was not short of money. Before her mother committed suicide, she still missed the original owner and left her a considerable amount of property.

Relying on her own feelings, she picked out a few slim cotton clothes and handed them to him, patted him lightly and said, "Go, I'll take you to try it on."

After closing the door of the fitting room, Song Le sat on the small sofa outside and waited.

Just as she was bored, the phone screen suddenly lit up, and a text message popped in.

Remarks are twinkle twinkle.

Shan Jingjing.

——Little bitch Lele, you haven't called your Jingjing yet, do you want to be shot in the head?

After reading it, Song Le was a little dumbfounded and laughed.

She actually forgot about this, that little aunt has a bigger temper than her.

Song Le hurriedly called back, and waited for a few seconds before picking up the phone, and said a little coldly, "Tsk, you finally remembered me?"

Song Le was speechless for a second, and then coaxed with a smile: "Hey, Shan Jingjing! How long have I just been back!"

Shan Jingjing snorted and said: "You don't even know, during your absence, your stepmother who loves to be a monster came out to act again, but luckily I got her back, damn it If there is a hole in the brain, I don’t fix it.”

Song Le pursed her lips, she knew it, her heart softened, she smiled and said: "Yes, yes, yes, I saw it, thank you Jingjing."

"Thank you, come out to play with me tonight."

"Tonight?" Song Le hesitated, and Ye Han was with her.

After thinking about it, he still said frankly and helplessly: "I have someone here, and I can't leave."

"Who?"

"Well, you don't know him, a child." Song Le's slender legs were wrapped in slim-fit jeans, overlapping each other, and he put his hands on his knees casually, and snapped his fingers.

They are obviously the same age, but Ye Han is innocent and young, and generally ignorant of the world, so Song Le can't help but treat him like a child.