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

Seeing her angry face, the maid became more and more terrified, she knelt down and begged for mercy, shaking like leaves in the wind, pointing at the young man and said:

"Miss, please forgive me, please forgive me, this bastard has unclean hands and feet, and this servant is just admonishing him..."

The words of evasion continue to poison the eardrums.

"Shut up." Song Le finally annoyed.

The white and soft little girl frowned, while being cute, she was also frightening because the person behind her was the prince.

The maid fell silent in an instant, knelt down on the ground and trembled, fearing that she would be punished.

Song Le calmed down after that, and his soft voice tried to be cold: "Get lost."

The court lady was in a hurry to thank her, she scrambled and left, leaving only the boy and her who were still sitting on the ground.

Tired of looking at the back, Song Le didn't notice it at all—the embarrassed young man sitting on the ground with his back facing her, put his hands behind his back, lowered his head, his broken hair blocked his dark eyes, and the corners of his beautiful lips were almost unnoticeably drawn. Hook, there is a bit of coldness in the evil spirit.

In the next moment, it disappeared without a trace.

Song Le waited for the court lady to go far away, and after confirming that there was no one there, she turned her gaze to the person who stood up slowly from the ground, frowned, thinking that no amount of admonishment would be too much.

After catching a glimpse of his slightly torn earlobe, Song Le suddenly couldn't bear it, stepped forward and pulled his dirty clothes corner without hesitation and said:

"I'll take you to the doctor, okay?"

Her voice has the gentleness cultivated by Jiangnan, but the young man was still indifferent after hearing it, without even raising his eyes, he said coldly: "No need."

Then he was about to leave, but Song Le had been troubled by doubts in his heart for too long, now besides being blindsided, he also wanted to ask who he was and what was his relationship with Lu Zhizhi.

Naturally, he will not be allowed to run again.

She reached out and grabbed his wrist, but her hands were so small that she couldn't even grasp his thin wrist.

After barely reaching it, the boy froze suddenly, then moved away as soon as he struggled, and said sharply, "Don't touch me."

Song Le was taken aback by his fierceness, and couldn't help shrinking his hands.

But in the next second, he came back to his senses and muttered stiffly: "What the hell, I saved you just now, and you, aren't you hungry? If you don't want to see the doctor, I can go get you medicine and take you to eat it." Eat, isn't it good?"

That little tone of fear and dissatisfaction, against the soft and inquiring voice of the little girl, scratched his palm lightly like a feather.

He is ticklish.

Lu Xingfu subconsciously clenched his hands, his ink pupils were like deep pools, and when they met, it made people's heart palpitate.

He refused coldly word by word: "No need."

Song Le was stunned.

"Hey... don't go," he hurriedly chased after his back was reflected in his eyes, "Who are you? Why are you being beaten? Slow down... Hey!"

But the complicated and gorgeous dress still dragged her down, Song Le could only watch the boy walk out of her sight step by step.

After staring in that direction in frustration for a long time, Song Le went back reluctantly, and it happened that Lu Zhizhi came to find her after school.

With a gentle smile on his face, Lu Zhizhi was dressed in brocade clothes and was as handsome as jade.

But when she saw her sullen look, her smile suddenly faded, replaced by puzzlement and concern, she sat down and asked, "What's wrong? Who dares to make you unhappy?"

Lu Zhizhi's voice is warm and cheerful, making people feel like a spring breeze.

Song Le looked at him lying on the table, met his beautiful amber eyes, and said, "Brother Zhizhi, is there really no one who looks like you?"

Lu Zhizhi hesitated when he heard the words: "Why do you ask like that?"

"I'll ask you first..." Song Le couldn't answer, choked, and could only roll his eyes and play tricks.

Seeing her small appearance, Lu Zhizhi couldn't help laughing, relaxed his nerves, and said softly: "No, if there is, Leer, if you meet, you must stay away, you know?"