Quick Transmigration: Rescue Plan for the Misguided Villain Boss

Shen Xichen knew that she was a thousand miles away from her appearance, but at this moment, looking at the little black milk dumplings in the corners of her mouth, she still couldn't help but tone softly.

"This is not soy milk, although it is ground, but you can't drink it."

Hearing him say this, the little milk dumpling let out a disappointed "Oh", and then grabbed the pen he placed on the pen holder and started playing.

She was soft, like a ball of cotton, and people couldn't help but want to squeeze it.

Shen Xichen originally wanted to leave her alone, just learn how to learn from her own, and the children would be fine if they were tired of playing.

But he obviously hated her so much, but still couldn't help but look at what she was doing with the corner of his eye.

The little milk dumpling knelt on the bench desperately trying to reach the pen behind the pen holder, but his short arm couldn't reach it at all.

She blushed with suffocation, but she didn't know that she could pull the pen holder that was within reach to her.

The short hand flickered ridiculously, as if it could flicker the pen in this way-but it really flickered.

Shen Xichen couldn't help moving the pen holder to the side.

The short hand reached for the pen he wanted to play, and smiled happily.

After playing with the pen for a while, she was attracted by the books on the shelf again, climbed down the chair and ran to the front of the shelf, squatted down without reading, and began to read the words engraved on the shelf.

The first line was too difficult, so she moved to the second line.

"There is nothing in the book from all to..."

She shook her head and read it out, seemingly proud of her knowledge.

Shen Xichen: "..."

It was too difficult to move to the side, so I moved over and read the next sentence: "There are no pages in the book."

The number of words is wrong.

Shen Xichen put down the pen, looked up at the ceiling, sighed, walked to her, pointed to the words engraved on the bookshelf, and read to her word by word.

"There is Yan Ruyu in the book," then he hugged her in front of the sentence just now, pointed to the sentence and read: "The book has its own golden house."

The little milk dumpling blinked blankly.

Shen Xichen paused, and inexplicably understood what she was wondering: "First read the column on the right, and then the column on the left."

The little milk dumpling suddenly realized, and then happily began to read: "There is nothing in the book..."

"Self." Shen Xichen pointed to the word.

One afternoon, he taught a stupid flying student a few words.

"The book has its own house of gold, and the book has its own Yan Ruyu."

There are five sentences in the whole poem, and she has learned one-fifth.

When the new maid Yinchen found out that the master was missing, she hurriedly came to look for her. When she finally found her, the little milk dumpling was lying on the table with a piece of paper, drawing ghosts on the paper.

Draw a small circle, then draw a big circle under the small circle, and then draw four matchstick-like lines.

After painting, she cheerfully handed it to him: "I painted it for you."

Looking at the abstract painting in his hand, Shen Xichen could not speak for a long time.

On the day when he was going to Yuze Academy to go to school, Shen Xichen, whose painting skills had been praised by the Holy Master, gave this disgusting sister a painting.

As soon as Ye Chuijin opened it, he saw a little girl in a festive red dress painted on it.

The little girl is chubby and round, with two pigtails on her head, her eyes are lacquered, and her mouth is still black with a little ink.

At this moment, the system prompt sounded.

[Ding——The current favorability value of the target person is 10. 】

【Ding——The target's blackening value is -10, and the current blackening value is 82. 】

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