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

broker.

Su Moshi.

If he didn't remind, Song Le really didn't think of it. Hearing the words, he nodded and said: "Yes, I have to say, then I will make a phone call first."

"it is good."

When finding Su Mo from the contacts, Song Le lowered his head and dialed.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the connection was made, Jingjing's voice of embarrassment and anger came from the other side.

It seemed that something soft was thrown at someone.

Then I heard Su Mushi gently say sorry.

Then the phone was hung up.

Song Le: "..."

Messy in the wind.

I always feel like I've discovered something amazing.

However, it's none of her business, Song Le stuck out her tongue and edited a text message asking for a vacation.

After waiting for a while, but there was no reply, Song Le put down his phone with great interest and began to concentrate on eating.

"Don't you have to work during the winter vacation?" Ye Han asked, tilting his head slightly.

"Yeah, just the two of us, how about going to play?" Song Le blinked.

Then take a bite of baby cabbage.

Ye Han paused, and said, "Okay."

He seemed very happy, and the atmosphere around him was much softer than the subtle one just now.

Rubbing her temples, Song Le yawned a little.

He heard him say again: "Song Le, why did you promise me?"

"Ah, what?"

"Why did you promise to be together?"

Ye Han's bright eyes looked at her without blinking.

Song Le was stunned, and then said with a funny smile: "Hey, you suddenly asked me why... How should I answer this? Do you want to make up a confession?"

"like me?"

Ye Han did not bend his eyes and smile following her words as usual, but asked in a somewhat calm tone.

It's a little different, and I can't tell where.

Song Le was speechless at first, but quickly thought of the past few months, and couldn't help guessing softly: "Hey, Ye Han, are you having a fight?"

"No...don't change the subject..."

Ye Han lowered his long eyelashes and pursed his lips.

His serious appearance is rare.

In the past, he was obedient and dependent, so Song Le thought he could accept anything.

"I like you, how can you agree if you don't like it?"

Inexplicably moved by Ye Han like this, Song Le stopped chopsticks, put his hands on his cheeks, blinked and said,

"Really, how much do you like it?" Ye Han asked again, his lips moved when he heard that.

hiss.

Tonight's Ye Han must have taken the wrong medicine, why did he ask one question after another.

While Song Le had a big head, he also felt a little drowsy.

Really, kid?

Both childish and cute.

"How much I like it...I like it but can't be measured, I don't know."

With a slightly full stomach, she hugged the pillow, leaned against the soft sofa behind her, and tilted her head slightly to look at him.

There was already a dull smile in the bottom of his eyes.

"Which Ye Han do you like...?"

This is the question he wants to ask most.

Is it Ye Han who is well-behaved and sensible on the surface, cheerful and simple, or Ye Han who is dark, surly, indifferent and impatient?

Song Le rubbed his temples, his head, which was originally straight, was a little dazed and drowsy when he asked him.

"Hey, hey... are there a few Ye Han?"

After rubbing for a long time, when the dizzy feeling passed, Song Le lifted her lips and said.

"Of course I like it, this one in front of me."

Smiling, Song Le tried his best to open his eyes vigorously, and stretched out his hand to pinch his perfectly tactile cheek.

Her fingers were delicate and soft, and the strength was gentle, which made Ye Han startled.

Immediately, his eyes dimmed, and he remained silent.

Silently put away the dishes and chopsticks, wiped his hands, and hugged the person who was sleeping on the sofa.