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

That night.

Song Le was lying on the bedside reading a book, when a small snow-white ball of hair got in under the bed.

The round chin was resting on her hand, and the green eyes were looking at the pages in her hand, calm and well-behaved.

But not long after, there was a sudden bang, and Song Le thought something bad, but it was too late, and sure enough, the fox took the initiative and turned into a human again.

Wearing soft cotton pajamas, the boy's slender hands and feet were wrapped around her, with green eyes and silver hair, his innocent and beautiful face was close at hand.

Song Le...

"go away."

Wei Chuan didn't expect it to be so sudden, but just holding it carefully, he felt a throbbing in his heart, and then he couldn't control his mana...

With her eyes facing each other, she was so close that even the eyelashes could be clearly seen.

Wei Chuan's fair face turned red little by little, and he was stunned for a long time before letting go with flushed cheeks, curled up and nestled next to the bed against the wall, flooding silently.

Song Le knew very well that it was like this when it was in fox shape, so it ignored him and went back to continue reading.

After a while, Wei Chuan, who was calm in the corner of the nest, had the courage to turn around, moved a little closer, bit the thin flap, blinked and whispered: "En, benefactor."

Song Le turned to look at him: "Speak."

It didn't resemble the itching it felt when it was in fox shape, but when it accidentally glanced at the boy's soft silver hair, it still had the urge to mess it up.

Hold it down and continue to look at him calmly.

"During the day, what is the relationship between that man and you?"

Sure enough, he still cared about this issue.

Reading the man's mind and reading the dirty thoughts about his benefactor, it sounds as if the two were still partners in the past.

He was inexplicably uncomfortable, and in the end he forced the elevator to stop for a quarter of an hour, scaring them out of their wits before giving up.

When Song Le heard this, he was confused: "What does it matter?"

Wei Chuan caught the blankness on her face, and knew that she had no memory at all, his eyes lit up with joy, as if there were stars, he tried to ask: "Is he okay with you?"

Song Le kept disconnecting, and guessed for a moment that it was He Sixun, but she had nothing to do with this nonsense.

He simply admitted and nodded: "Yes, it's okay, I don't know."

Hearing this, Wei Chuan's eyes were even more crooked, and he pursed his lips into a straight smile, almost without writing the words "stupid, white and sweet" on his face.

Then, when she saw her reading a book and was unwilling to grab her attention, she rubbed against her and asked, "Then Song Le, are you satisfied with my performance?"

"Satisfied," Song Le had nothing to say about the service, but still couldn't help muttering in a low voice: "It would be nice if I ate less."

When Wei Chuan heard this, most of his smile collapsed, and he said innocently, "I don't eat much..."

Song Le didn't say a word, and slandered: Not many, but not many, but brother, don't you know how picky you are?

I don't eat this, I don't eat that, I finally found a good one, the price is so expensive that she kneels down.

"Then, what about your wish?" Wei Chuan tactfully changed the topic as he couldn't please him.

Song Le turned a page of the book in his hand, and said casually: "Well... I think, being rich, getting rich, buying a car and house, reaching the pinnacle of life... Well, I don't count on you."

Obviously, Wei Chuan couldn't do it.

After all, isn't it a crime to spend money that turns into cigarettes after one day passes?Conscience is to be tortured.

Song Le shook his head, not expecting this little mentally handicapped person at all.

But Wei Chuan was hit, and his pure face was full of loss and depression.