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

Judging from the whole body of the middle-aged man's attire, it can be seen that this man's life is extremely luxurious.

Hearing that Shi Zhuo's words could be regarded as a greeting, he immediately smiled happily, but no amount of maintenance could cover the fine lines around his eyes.

"Little nephew is still the same as before, and I don't know how his appetite is? Is it smaller?" After the man smiled, he walked over, with a bright scrutiny and sarcasm in his eyes, and he was very happy.

"Second uncle still likes to talk nonsense so much." Shi Zhuo seemed to snort, he was too lazy to pay attention to it, and prepared to make a detour.

The man thought he was right, his smile became more and more smug, and he climbed up the pole, unwilling to let go, and said again:

"It seems that my nephew is still the same. Let me just say, going to that girls' school is nothing more than an unnecessary move. Why do you embarrass yourself so much?"

After finishing speaking, the man seemed to find it funny, and smiled amusedly.

Hearing the sound, Shi Zhuo stopped his detour, turned his head and said:

"Second Uncle, people, at your age, you should know what to say, and if you say something, your tongue will be cut off by the devil, don't you think so?"

At the end of the sentence, Shi Zhuo didn't think it was enough, and made a gesture of cutting things casually.

The slender fingers seemed to have cut something off at random, and when she raised her eyes, there was a coldness in her eyes, which were as blue as a deep pool of lake water, and the corners of her lips were raised.

The man was taken aback for a moment, then he suddenly became angry as soon as he thought of something, and unconsciously took a step back.

He forced a smile and said, "Don't forget what my mother said, if you get sick again, you will be sent to a mental hospital, ha."

As soon as the middle-aged man finished speaking, he felt a chill down his back.

Shi Zhuo's eyes were too frightening, for a moment, he was as terrifying as a ghost crawling out of hell.

But only for a moment.

When the middle-aged man came back to his senses, he was already sweating unknowingly, his face was a bit stiff and disdainful.

The thing Shi Zhuo didn't want to be mentioned the most, was pointed out in such embarrassment in front of the person he cared about the most, and the killing intent surged in his heart.

After barely suppressing it, he smiled deeply, and tried his best to calm down and said slowly:

"I don't need you to worry about this. If you have the time to 'caring' about me, why not study how to make more money, or have a son who will be more competitive, and make grandma happy."

"Oh, I'm wrong. It's about fighting for strength. It's okay to have a son. No matter how bad it is, a daughter will do. It's bald. It's ugly to say, isn't it, Second Uncle?"

Shi Zhuo smiled sweetly and viciously, but only for a moment.

He will let their group of people who are staring at him clearly understand how terrible the consequences of showing off his quick tongue and plotting to assassinate him behind his back are.

……

Shi Zhuo's tone was not respectful. To put it bluntly, Song Le sounded like he was mocking the incompetence of the middle-aged man.

Undercurrents are surging... No, it's obvious that they don't like each other.

Song Le thought so, so she pursed her lips even more tightly, trying to reduce the sense of existence, and waited and watched.

But things like the sense of presence are really uncontrollable sometimes.

The man seemed to have been poked at a sore spot, his smile just now became a little fake, and his inverted triangle eyes with mean eyes were cold and said: "You don't need to meddle in this matter."

After gouging him out, the man gritted his teeth, and even after seeing Song Le who had been silent all this time, he was slightly stunned, and then he also felt dark and malicious.