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

Chapter 842 Laziness (48)

Song Le wanted to ask him what he remembered, so he gently sent him to take a bath.

Song Le walked in with her clothes and bath towel in her arms, and couldn't help sighing with slightly parted lips.

——The evil rich man lives in such a luxurious way.

Just looking at the bathroom made her dumbfounded. When she touched the tiles, the texture was so good that she couldn't say anything. Coupled with the dark lighting and the comfortable and beautiful round bathtub in the center, Song Le couldn't help but whisper: " Wow...Jiang Jue is really good at enjoying it."

"what?"

Song Le was startled suddenly, stood aside, aggrieved and stared at the indifferent young man beside him, and said with lingering fear: "You, can't you give me a vaccination first? It's scary to appear suddenly... "

Jiang Jue smiled, pursed his lips and remained silent.

Song Leshu came out after taking a perfect bath, and saw Jiang Jue sitting on the sofa as if he was distracted, and immediately ran over, smiling: "Jiang Jue, I put the hot water, you go too Let's wash."

Hearing this, Jiang Jue looked at her for a few seconds before slowly nodding.

While he was taking a bath, Song Le took a careful tour of the large and luxurious villa, and did not forget to keep a distance during the period, only watching from a distance but not touching.

In fact, Song Le knew it without asking. She looked at Jiang Jue's wet and soft black hair, subconsciously pulled him and said, "Why don't you come out without drying yourself, aren't you afraid of catching a cold?"

Song Le easily grasped the other wrist with one hand, put his back behind his back, and looked carefully and curiously, wanting to know more about how Jiang Jue usually spends his time.

Jiang Jue let her lead him, as if he had something on his mind, and she had to ask twice before she could get a perfunctory answer that was blank and dull.

Song Le was taken aback.

"What's wrong?" He asked hesitantly.

The girl's hands were small and soft, and the palms were as tender as tofu soaked in water. Jiang Jue, who had recovered his memory, couldn't help being stunned.

Then he raised his eyes forward and saw a familiar handsome figure, he couldn't help but bend his eyes for a moment, and jogged cheerfully over.

Song Le had no choice but to put the clothes away, and told him again earnestly before closing the bathroom door with confidence.

But he didn't expect his hand to be gently avoided by him.

As if identifying who is she?

After Song Le took a look, his understanding of Jiang Jue's coldness and boringness went up to a new level.

Hearing this, Song Le's attention was diverted in an instant, and he frowned, holding him more carefully than before: "I'll blow your hair for you, okay?"

...Is this strange girl who has been with him all this time?

Vision, it seems, after some stimulation, gradually recovered along with memory.

Not far away, Jiang Jue, who had come out of the shower with a more indifferent expression than before, looked coldly at the lovely figure of the girl who hadn't noticed it at all.

Jiang Jue also knew that he was too obvious. Out of vigilance and habit, he lowered his eyes and said, "It's not very comfortable."

In the end, he let her hold her hand and let out a hum.

"Jiang Jue, have you finished washing?"

The overall decoration in the villa is in cool tones, bland, modern and simplified, which is quite in line with Jiang Jue's temperament.

This strange thought came up, Song Le frowned and shook his head lightly, then shook it off again.

However, sleeping at night has become a problem again.

Previous memories told him that he...was not only very close to this girl, but even...did it. I really don't know how that stupid self was lured into it.

It's clear that he doesn't know the details of this person, so...

Jiang Jue frowned without a trace.

(End of this chapter)