Fast Transmigration: Protect our villain boss

Luo Miao forgot the time.

It had been an hour since she came downstairs after showering and drying her hair.

In the living room, Song Yi had a towel on his head, and his long arms were lazily resting on the sofa. He raised his head and squinted, a bit like a black cat taking a nap.

"Spray perfume again?" Hearing the movement behind, Song Yi slowly opened his eyes, and said sullenly.

The faint fragrance eroded his territory unconsciously, Song Yi didn't like this feeling.

He stared at the glowing crystal lamp, and the fragments of light melted into his dark eyes, making his eyes deeper.

The next floor is still spraying perfume, which makes Song Yi have to think about other aspects.

Although the little girl may not be this kind of person.

"No." Luo Miao looked puzzled.

She also took a deep breath of her own smell, except for the smell of shampoo, she frowned and said with disgust, "You got it on yourself, right?"

Song Yi snorted coldly: "It's impossible for me to smell like someone else."

The implication is that this taste can only be yours, don't imply me.

Luo Miao twitched the corner of her mouth, and retorted firmly: "It must be you."

It's so outrageous, I recognize the smell of paint when you say it, and the old lady who is responsible for the perfume will never be blamed!

The atmosphere became tense for a moment.

Song Yi sat up and stared at her coldly for a few seconds, as if trying to find a flaw in her expression.

After a long while, he was sure that she was really unconscious, raised his finger to point to the place beside him, and said coldly, "Sit."

He suddenly asked to sit down.

"Then you admit it's your own taste." Luo Miao looked at him firmly, without moving a step.

Although the happiness value is very important, some truths still need to be clarified.

Song Yi: How can this person make no sense.

"It's you, you have to apologize." He didn't say anything, Luo Miao didn't go there, insisting on making him say it was his fault.

"Okay, my fault, I'm sorry." Song Yi sighed softly, it was a compromise after all.

"I forgive you." Luo Miao smiled.

Her triumphant smile made the veins on Song Yi's forehead twitch twice. If it was Qin Yun, he would have been beaten eight hundred times.

Seeing that it's not easy for her to be alone, she can't even cook, and she looks pretty, so Song Yi endured it.

After finishing early and going to bed early, Luo Miao was not pretentious, sat where he pointed, and pulled up one side of the clothes to his waist for him to see.

"Tsk, you still dare to touch the water."

In the next second, Luo Miao heard the dog man's naked dislike and displeasure.

Luo Miao moved her eyes innocently: "Forgot."

It's not that she has no common sense, it's that this thing can really be ignored.It hurts my waist again, how can I take a shower without touching the water?

The little girl stared at him blankly, as if I am innocent and you don't compare.

Song Yi was speechless, holding a cotton ball with tweezers, and carefully wiped her scars which were at least 10 centimeters, and said to the point: "A 24-year-old girl is not at the point where her memory is fading."

She didn't pay attention to it at all when she washed it, the scars were rubbed off, and small blood beads were oozing from the whitish wounds.

It's not a memory problem, it's that she doesn't take herself seriously enough.

"That's true." Luo Miao heartily agreed with Song Yi's words.

The bizarre approval made the strategizing man stunned for a moment, he sighed softly, very helpless: "It really is a little girl."

It's okay, I didn't understand what he meant at all.

Luo Miao's gaze stayed on his half-dry hair, resisting the urge to pluck it, pursed her lips and said, "I'm not a little girl."

This is the second time it has been emphasized.

Song Yi, who already had no expectations for her, felt the little girl's staring gaze, and silently did the work in hand.

The little girl's skin was as tender and white as white tofu, Song Yi narrowed her eyes slightly, and controlled her hands not to touch her skin.

After taking care of it, he put down Luo Miao's clothes, and said: "It's not serious, apply the medicine again tomorrow, and don't touch the water for two days."

After finishing speaking, Song Yi felt that Luo Miao didn't seem like the kind of obedient person, and deliberately added: "If you touch water, you will have to get an injection."

"Okay, thank you." Although Luo Miao was not afraid of injections, she understood what he meant and nodded seriously, "You are really a good person."

The drops of water on the hair slid down the corner of the forehead, a trace of astonishment flashed in Song Yi's black eyes, and the corners of his mouth froze slightly: "Go to the hospital for an ophthalmology appointment when you have time."

Bad eyesight at a young age.

Luo Miao who somehow felt that she was being despised:?

【Ding!Happiness value +2, the current happiness value of the strategy target is 6! 】

This is revenge.

Naked revenge!