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

All the while, he drove in silence, acting as the driver.

No name, because no one needs to be introduced.

He kept his eyes fixed, his face expressionless, and his emotions were as dull as a machine rather than a human being.

But gradually, the person brought back by Master Shi Zhuo attracted some of his attention.

At first it was just because she said thank you casually, inadvertently, subconsciously, probably she didn't notice it herself.

Then when driving, I can always hear the helpless and spoiled voice from the back seat, soft as spring breeze, pure, indulgent, and sometimes embarrassing.

That's great, I'm so envious.

So when Shi Rufan proposed to let Master Shi Zhuo taste what it means to lose a loved one and find someone to spoil Miss Song, he nodded and agreed.

But he never thought of helping Shi Rufan bring down Master Shi Zhuo.

Therefore, he only needs to have her for one night, and he can tell Master Shi Zhuo all the plans of Shi Rufan, and then kill himself.

……

at the same time.

Song Le met the dull and persistent eyes for a long time, and became more and more panicked, and unconsciously gritted his teeth.

Almost squeezed out between teeth: "Then what do you want to do?"

The man was silent for a moment, and said, "You don't need to know for now."

Another day, he would be able to possess this person for a short time, and the man's dull eyes darkened unconsciously.

It was such a dark and inexplicable gaze again, staring at Song Le even a little angry, but the struggle at this time was futile, it would be even worse if it irritated him, so he could only endure it.

After a while, Song Le stared at his back in disgust, blocked by the door, and finally relaxed again.

Shi Zhuo him.When will it come?

Song Le lay back restlessly, leaning against the head of the bed, and knocked the headboard twice with the back of her head involuntarily.

……

late at night.

Song Le sleeps in the dark during the day, and correspondingly feels a little less sleepy at night, staring at the dim yellow light on the ceiling with his eyes open, and his heart is full of anxiety that cannot be concealed.

The sound of the doorknob being unscrewed was especially clear in the silence of the night.

Song Le immediately looked at the door vigilantly, his whole body tensed up.

But after the door was opened a crack and a bony figure squeezed through the gap in the back door, Song Le was stunned.

"..." Su Jie.

It's really mustard.

She was in the uniform of a lowly waiter, a little scruffy, paper-thin, with sunken cheeks.

But those eyes were the same as before, burning brightly at the sight of her, although at this moment, they seemed to be tears.

Song Le was puzzled, but after a brief moment of joy, she instantly recalled the bloody appearance when she brutally abused the cat.

His expression suddenly condensed, and he frowned and opened his eyes, but suddenly found that her left hand was gone.

There was only a bare section, which seemed to have been cut off straight away, leaving behind obvious atrophied scars.

Did the guests here do it?

Song Le could imagine what kind of life she lived here since she heard that scene last time.

It's just that it's hard to sympathize... the mood is complicated.

"...Sister." After closing the door, Su Jie cowered in place and called her in a trembling voice.

She closed the door with her right hand, and just now she couldn't help but glanced at it, and Song Le discovered that her right hand didn't seem to be very flexible either.

After a long silence, seeing that she was too lazy to respond, Su Jie walked over slowly and carefully, like a child who has done something wrong, and called her again: "Senior sister... Thank you, you saved me again..."

She was talking about the guest forcing her to lick.

Song Le was silent, and then oh.

"You don't need to thank me, I didn't know it was you." She was deliberately mean, forcing the implication into words: If you know it's you, do you think I'll save you.

……

Su Jie pursed her trembling lips, but clearly she would.