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

Song Le couldn't stand it trembling like this, and just deduced that it might be a little monster's fear, after meeting those moist and innocent green eyes, it disappeared in an instant.

And after the little fox caught her gaze, he shrank again, burying his head in the furry snow-white forelegs, trembling.

Song Le: "...well."

Shaking, what shaking!

After cooking, one person and one fox started to work separately.

At first, the little fox was a little timid and hesitant, but he couldn't help the smell of the fish fillets. He huddled into a ball and slowly moved closer to the plate on the floor, trying to reduce his sense of existence.

Song Le didn't care about it, and ate his own, but glanced over there——

In order to make the little fox relax, he purposely distanced the saucer from himself.

But the next moment, something unexpected happened to her.

After carefully taking a bite, the little fox was stunned by the deliciousness, and then stretched out his paws and pulled the fish dish over bit by bit.

The white and soft ball quickly moved to her feet tremblingly.

……

"Where's the report?! Where's the information?! Did I tell you that it must be sent to my mailbox today?! What are you doing to eat?..."

In the evening, Song Le, who had just changed into her pajamas, received a phone call from the magic voice.

The supervisor's sharp and unreasonable accusations were like a sharp sword, which could pierce her fragile eardrums.

Song Le took it a little further, tied the top button of the pajamas, and replied impatiently: "I've posted it, go and see for yourself."

This old woman is endless, and even comes to torture her after get off work.

"Do you think I'm so foolish? You send it as soon as you say it? Then why isn't it in my mailbox!"

But the other side insisted that they didn't send it. Song Le couldn't help sneering when he heard this.

I pursed my lips and remained silent for a while, before speaking again, and said in a cold tone: "Okay, then I'll send you another one, with a screenshot of the time I sent before, so don't miss it this time."

After finishing speaking, he didn't bother to be polite, and hung up the phone directly, regardless of how angry and annoyed the other end was.

Sitting cross-legged in front of the small table in the center of the bedroom, he lifted the lid of the laptop and turned it on.

While waiting for the machine to turn on, Song Le poked at the table with a pen, squinting and thinking about how to get out of this predicament.

He muttered involuntarily: "Are you fighting me, man? Why is it so fun to fight me every day...?"

No one can be calm, smiling and tolerant after being carried out to wear small shoes all day long.

At least Song Le couldn't swallow his anger like this.

After re-sending, Song Le browsed the webpage of the fox breeding matters again, bought the ticket to send the little fox back to the mountains this weekend, and then turned off the computer.

At this moment, a ball of soft fur suddenly rubbed against his hand.

Rubbing very carefully makes people feel comfortable, but the little thing immediately withdraws after rubbing, ready to run away.

But unfortunately, this time the boat capsized and was caught by Song Le.

Song Le was stunned, then raised his lips, picked up the little fox with both hands, and turned the little fox who kicked his short legs to his right.

Ninja couldn't help saying, "You're so weird."

Obviously afraid of being close to others, but want to get close to her from time to time.

Hearing this, the little fox twitched its ears slightly, raised a pair of green eyes like lake water, tilted its head, lined with snow-white fur, and a big fluffy tail, so beautiful and innocent that it dazzled the eyes.

Immediately, he was a little uneasy because he was suspended in mid-air, and the pink paw pads jumped forward, trying to curl up, not intending to hurt her in the slightest.

Song Le liked it, and said affectionately: "Don't be afraid, I'll just hug you, don't grab me."

As he spoke, he carefully hugged the little fox onto his shoulders.