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

"Su mustard?"

The visitor played with the name contemptuously, and the malice in it was chilling.

The moment Su Jie heard the voice, he froze, not daring to turn his head.

"How about making a deal." However, unexpectedly, the person behind him said such a sentence coldly with a half-smile.

……

"Senior sister." Song Le dozed off in class, and was suddenly called out by Shi Zhuo.

"Huh?" Song Le turned his face sideways in a daze, and then a small piece of his cheek was wet. He couldn't help opening his eyes wide, his teeth itching and his voice lowered: "Are you a puppy?"

But the prankster in front of him bent his eyes and said, "It's all because senior sister is so delicious, it made me hungry."

"..." Song Le silently tore a piece of pastry from the drawer and stuffed it into his mouth.

Shi Zhuo didn't resist either, opened his mouth to bite down, and after swallowing slowly, suddenly blinked and asked: "Senior sister, where is my birthday present?"

Song Le lay on the table, looked at him sideways, and only remembered this after he mentioned it.

After thinking about it, he pursed his lips and whispered, "Forgot."

Shi Zhuodang even turned his face away.

You don't need to look closely to feel the low air pressure in his whole body.

Song Le hissed slightly, and tugged on his cuff, wanting to say sorry, but Shi Zhuo, who was in a tantrum, broke away, turning his face away coldly, which really made Song Le extremely embarrassed.

In this way, how can I surprise you later...

After a while, Song Le heard Shizhuo say in a low voice: "I'm a little angry, senior sister wait for me to calm down for a few minutes."

Why did that trash have gifts, but he was forgotten?

For a while, Shi Zhuo's malice towards that person rose to dozens of layers.

Hearing this, Song Le laughed because he was so frank when he was awkward, squeezed his palm and said: "Hey, I lied to you."

"What?" It was rare for Shi Zhuo not to react, looking over with green eyes.

Song Le couldn't help the gradually widening smile, took out a sketchbook from the drawer, and handed it to him.

Shi Zhuo took it, and then opened it after a pause.

Unexpectedly, I was stunned when I turned the first page.

What is painted on it is his sleeping face, each stroke is drawn very carefully, and the strokes are extremely gentle, as if even his outline becomes soft and kind.

Kindness... Shi Zhuo's fingers resting on the sketchbook unconsciously curled up slightly, not because of fear, but because of resistance.

Is it actually kind?

Thinking about the things that will be arranged later, Shi Zhuo's mood sank, and it was the first time that he felt helpless.

But only for a moment.That helplessness was brutally wiped away.

Senior sister won't know, so let's just pretend that there is no such thing, Shi Zhuo's eyes became cold again.

Page after page, it was all him.

Different from him, there is poetry burning and Shi burning.

Some fell asleep, dazed, kept eating, smiling, coquettish, rascal...

There are differences, but also the same.

The poetry drawn by the senior sister has warmth and innocence in her eyes, and the curvature of her lips always declares simple and rough emotions.

Bloodthirsty is bloodthirsty, but other than bloodthirsty, it is very simple.

But in fact... Shi Zhuo saw the end, inexplicably bound by a kind of shackles, out of breath.

……

Seeing that he didn't respond for a long time, Song Le couldn't help being surprised, and became apprehensive.

She deliberately went to the mall to buy a painting skill, and drew the pictures of Shi Zhuo in her mind.

No, she thinks it's good, Shi Zhuo doesn't like it, right?

"No, isn't it good-looking?" In the end, I couldn't hold back, and asked awkwardly.

After Shi Zhuo heard it, he slowly came back to his senses, turned his head, and said with deep eyes: "It looks good, senior sister, I really like it."

This is the first time he has received such a birthday present.

Although... blind and ridiculous.