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

The young man put her on the carpet in the room, stood there for a while, and then turned and left silently.

Locked the door.

Surrounded by darkness and silence, Song Le was completely relieved this time.

There is no one in the room, and it is probably just locked here.

On the day when the housekeeper made an attack, Shi Zhuo happened to tell her that he had to go on a long journey, and he would not be able to return until two to three days later.

But I didn't expect to be counted.

Song Le frowned after thinking for a while, then the female voice came into her mind, if she heard correctly, it was... Su Jie?

It didn't take long, but the name seemed to have faded out of her memory.

Indeed... What I didn't expect was that we would meet again here.

After thinking for a long time, Song Le lay on the carpet, gradually feeling drowsy, really unable to resist the drowsiness day by day...

In the end, Song Le had no choice but to close his eyes, and fell into a deep sleep the next second.

For the next few days, Song Le spent time eating and sleeping.

You can't ask the mall for help, you can't make changes, you can only let nature take its course and wait for the next step of the plot.

The food was delivered by a special person, and if she slept, she was put on the bed by the young man that night.

It's just that what made her uncomfortable was that the man didn't know who it was, but he would come into the room these days, and he would always sit by the bed, staring at her.

It's scary.

However, what got worse was that he actually got started this time.

The cloth in his mouth had been taken out a long time ago, but his hands and feet were all locked on the bed.

The man sat on the edge of the bed like every time these days, staring at him motionless.

Song Lerao couldn't see, and his scalp was numb from being stared at. He felt uncomfortable for a while, and moved away from him with a cold and bored expression.

But then, the young man reached out and stroked her cheek.

With rough calluses, it is a rough touch completely different from Shi Zhuo's pampered and delicate touch.

"! Are you sick?! Get out!" Song Le almost subconsciously turned his face away in disgust, and said sharply.

She hates the deliberate touch of everyone except Shi Zhuo.

But before he could break free completely, his chin was restrained by those rough hands.

The strange man seemed to be suppressed for a long time, and whispered: "This is an order from my new employer, sorry, Miss Song."

The middle-aged man, who was the second uncle of Master Shi Zhuo, wanted revenge on Shi Zhuo, so he bought him off.

The cloth over Song Le's eyes was pulled down, and after a short period of blindness, she finally saw the man in front of her clearly.

Under the dim bedside lamp, that face made her frown suddenly, shocked and speechless.

Then frowned—

how is it.

It was Shi Zhuo's driver, whose name she didn't even know.

The impression was only of a taciturn, unremarkable man with a firm outline and a very low sense of presence. He didn't look like someone who would easily betray his master for money.

No wonder, before calling Shi Zhuo Young Master Shi Zhuo, his attitude towards her softened, and he really knew her.

Sure enough, people should not be judged by their appearance, after Song Le experienced the sudden change of face of the kind old housekeeper, he had a new understanding of this sentence.

"New employer?" Song Le said coldly.

"Yes."

Master Shi Zhuo's second uncle, Shi Rufan ordered him...

The man pursed his lips, his ordinary but resolute face was expressionless, but there was a hint of undetectable emotion in his eyes.

For Shi Rufan's bribe, most of the reason why he was moved was because of the girl in front of him.