Quick Transmigration: The Villain's Whitewashing Strategy

When I started cooking, I heard the sound of water in the bathroom. When the food came out of the pot, Li Zheng had already dried her hair and changed into a clean black denim overalls.

Ling Huang didn't say anything, and sat back to the wall outside the bathroom door, dragging the chain around his neck to his side, then picked up the beer and bit the lid off with his teeth, and gulped down a few gulps.

[Come on, idiom Solitaire. ] While drinking, Ling Huang said in his heart.

【good. ] The system said, 【You come first. 】

[In prison. ]

[…] The system was silent for a long time, [Can homophones be used? 】

"Tch." Ling Huang laughed lowly.

"What are you laughing at?" A cold voice came from the living room.

Ling Huang looked serious, ignored him, and continued drinking.After drinking most of the bottle, Ling Huang was startled, put down the bottle and rubbed his stomach.

[What happened to the host? 】

[Taking aspirin, this medicine is already irritating to the stomach, and drinking alcohol is definitely not good. ] Ling Huang clicked his tongue, [The body belongs to the original owner, I'd better use it a little more politely. ]

[In this case, it's hard for you to consider the original owner. 】

[Praise, praise me harder, make me happy. ]

[Sorry, the system with poor words is about to go offline. 】

[Fuck, you don’t need to bear my grudge if you can’t catch up with the idiom? ] Ling Huang waited for a while after finishing his heartfelt words, and seeing that the system was silent, he sighed and gave a wry smile.

Li Zheng walked nearby with the tableware on the tray, and kicked Ling Huang's knee, "You're so happy being chained? Are you laughing?"

Ling Huang smiled, thinking that he was really bored, so he looked up at Li Zheng, "Can you give me a pen and paper?"

Li Zheng was noncommittal, put down her things in the kitchen first, then went back to the living room and walked towards a place Ling Huang couldn't see.

Not long after, Li Zheng came back with some white paper and a ballpoint pen in his hands.

After Ling Huang took the things and said "thank you" in a low voice, he lay down wrapped in a blanket, put the soft sofa pillows under his body to relieve the pain in his waist, spread out the paper and began to draw on it.

He has never learned how to draw, and he didn't exchange points for skills in this area before. Ling Huang only knew that there was such a lingering image in his mind, so he drew a large piece of it on the paper casually and freely. forest.

Although the leaves are complex, they can be drawn smoothly. When it comes to drawing flowers, it takes a lot of effort. This kind of flower is particularly difficult to draw. The slender inflorescences are so bald.

"Acacia?" Li Zheng's voice came from above.

Startled, Ling Huang turned his head and raised his eyes, "You've been standing here?"

"You've been drawing for two hours." Li Zheng knelt down and stretched out her left finger to point at the watch.

Looking at the time, it was already ten o'clock in the morning. Ling Huang, who was suddenly sleepy, yawned. He put the pens and papers away neatly by the wall, wrapped up the blanket, tidied up the pillows, put his head up and was ready to go. sleep.

"Did you draw acacia?" Li Zheng was still squatting beside him, poking Ling Huang's arm with his hand.

Waved to open Lizheng's hand, Ling Huang didn't open his eyes, "I don't know if it is, I have never seen Hehuan."

"Then you can draw it?" Li Zheng seemed very curious about it.

"I'm sleepy." Ling Huang turned over to face the wall and turned his back on Li Zheng, "You should go to bed too, you still have to go out at night."

"Hmm..." Li Zheng dragged on for a while, and poked Ling Huang's back again, "I'll set the alarm clock, wake up at seven o'clock in the evening and make me breakfast."

"Okay." Ling Huang agreed directly.

"It can be made... for two people." Li Zheng said.

Ling Huang sneered, "Heh, you want to eat for two? That's right, of course busy people should eat more."

You can eat expired bread, but Ling Huang doesn't want to touch the food that he ordered not to eat.

So even if he knew what Li Zheng meant, he would never follow his wishes.

Ling Huang was feeling that his backbone was really awkward and unusual, when he was kicked hard in the buttocks, he heard Li Zheng's voice of indignation.

"Of course I eat alone, what else?! Get up now and wash the dishes!"