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

After sleeping for a while, the temperature of the bed began to rise gradually, warming up.

Song Le, who was tossing and turning and worrying just now, felt sleepy for some reason.

With Ye Han gently encircling him behind him, the warm body temperature made him drowsy even more.

Ye Han only felt a lot of love for her, which was about to overflow, buried in her warm neck, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

……

……

Three years passed after this.

Song Le didn't even take the money-making jobs, and completely faded out of the noisy circle of people, raised goldfish at home to bask in the sun, and thought about life.

Ye Han is now the youngest university professor, and the salary handed in every month is enough for her to spend, and because of his young and handsome appearance, he has become a trending search.

"It's not me who is surrounded by people every day." On a rare weekend, Song Le lay on his lap and read a book.

While watching casually, he also muttered.

His class was the most packed class in the university, not to mention that when the get out of class was over, people gathered together to surround him with three floors inside and three floors outside.

Moreover, her life is more difficult now than before, and she is forced to read books every day, and she has to recite vocabulary.

Recite words?

The reason is to find something to do.

Song Le really wanted to throw him a question mark.

Ye Han gently wrapped his fingers around her long curly hair, and smiled softly, "So what."

Song Le pulled down the book a little, looked at him with bright peach blossom eyes, and sighed: "It's not good, you are still forcing me to study now, I feel that you don't love me anymore."

When Ye Han heard this, he even rolled his eyes with a smile.

After thinking for a while, she took the book out of her hand and said, "I won't be reciting vocabulary today, and we'll go to grandma's house for lunch later."

Grandma moved out of the old small house and lived in another small villa not far away with the hired nanny.

Raise chickens and grow vegetables.The nanny is also an old lady who is very talkative, and the two of them chat every day, quite energetic.

Song Le nodded in agreement.

Still, "Why not just go to dinner?"

she sat up and asked.

Ye Han looked around and said, "I'll cook at home tonight."

"And then?" Song Le stared at him suddenly, examining him.

"Taking a bath," Ye Han raised his hand and pulled her over, kissed the corner of her lips, then her earlobe, and said the last two words in a low voice.

After Song Le heard it clearly, he was taken aback for a moment, then got a little furious, pushed him away and said, "Damn it, Ye Han, you are shameless!"

"Yeah." What's more shameless, he actually complied?

Ye Han blinked those light brown clear eyes.

Song Le was shocked by his brazenness for a moment, and she was so embarrassed that she didn't know how to deal with Ye Han like this. In the end, she could only stare at him for a long time, and turned away.

……

But it's useless to have a straight face.

In the evening, after Ye Han cooked the meal, Song Le served it with no promise.

Under normal circumstances, it should be that the more you eat, the more you will get tired of it, but Song Le didn't. Instead, he became more and more addicted to Ye Han's cooking skills day by day.

It can be said to be quite unpromising.

"Is it delicious?" Ye Han asked when she was eating happily.

Song Le couldn't speak, so he could only nod his head.

Seeing this, Ye Han smiled.

But at night, Song Le, who was full after eating and drinking, took a bath and washed up, was lazily lying on the bedside, and was about to fall asleep when someone picked her up by her waist.

Ye Han looked slightly wet, wearing a bathrobe, handsome and charming, especially good-looking.

He placed Song Le in the middle of the bed, took the quilt to cover it, turned off the headlights, and only turned on the small dim light.

"I think..." After drying off a little, Ye Han lay down under the quilt, biting her ear and said in a hoarse voice.

Song Le: "..." Don't think about it.