Quick Transmigration: The Villain's Whitewashing Strategy

"Can you make me that kind of lean meat porridge?" Ling Huang asked, "It's the first time you cooked lean meat porridge for me. But it's troublesome to make rice and porridge again. Next time..."

"I'll do it for you!" Li Zheng came up to hold Ling Huang's shoulder with his watery hand, and raised his voice excitedly, "I'll do it!"

"No poisoning is allowed," Ling Huang said.

"Ah?" Li Zheng was stunned, "What kind of poison is it?"

"At that time you beat me all the time, and suddenly you made porridge for me. At that time, I thought that the porridge might be poisonous." Ling Huang said seriously.

Li Zheng opened his mouth, but didn't say anything.

Following him, he pursed his lips, raised his right hand and slapped himself hard.

"What are you doing!" Ling Huang widened his eyes and hugged Li Zheng's right hand.

Li Zheng opened her arms again and hugged Ling Huang into her arms, rubbing her big hands on Ling Huang's back.

"What's wrong?" Ling Huang asked puzzled.

"I love you." Li Zheng closed her eyes, her voice was very nasal.

"I didn't realize that you cry so much before." Ling Huang also reached out and rubbed Li Zheng's back, "Don't cry, Lele will be worried when she sees it."

"Okay, okay." Li Zheng lowered his head and wiped away his tears on Ling Huang's shoulder, and restored his smile, "I'll make lean meat porridge in a small pot, and you can steam the rice."

Ling Huang doesn't quite understand how a person's state slowly changes.

He only knew that after he left Cobra, he was in a daze every day, and he was obviously very happy to see Li Zheng, but he always thought for a long time: He just needs to fill up his goodwill as soon as possible, so I can go to the next plane up.

Li Zheng's ten-year plan is not too long for this lonely city, but for Ling Huang, it is enough to regain his own perception bit by bit.

In the first year, Lizheng transplanted many acacia trees in the small square of Ci'anbao.

When the flowers bloomed in the second year, Lizheng would set up a table in the small square for dinner every day, bring over the meals made by him and Ling Huang, and sit and chat with Lele together.

Ling Huang would feel familiar when he smelled the scent of Albizia Julibrissin. Sometimes standing under a tree with his hair raised in a daze, surrounded by Li Zheng from behind, Ling Huang would slowly blush and heartbeat.

The third year was a very important year. Wu Yue's Falcon had a falling out with Cobra.

Cobra has always been bullying the weak and unpopular everywhere, Li Zheng took the opportunity to beat Cobra down, and after occupying Cobra's headquarters, the Ziyan Gang quickly reinforced and repaired the survivor's shelter in the original Cobra jurisdiction.

This year, Li Zheng's goodwill rose to 20 points.

Ling Huang didn't really like to get involved in the fights. Li Zheng always only told Ling Huang the news, and never talked about other nonsense.

But Ling Huang also wanted to find something to do, so he helped out at the medical center in Ci'anbao.

It was the treatment team led by Ling Huang who dismantled the bombs in the hearts of some people who dared not speak out in Cobra.

"Brother Huang." A cobra came here and brought a pot of narcissus in full bloom to the door of Ling Huang's house. "I used to be in a cobra... I was so disrespectful to you, so I apologize."

Li Zheng leaned against the entrance wall with an unfriendly expression, "Now that I know how to apologize, what did I do?"

"Don't talk about it." Ling Huang turned his head and stared at Li Zheng, then smiled at the person who came, and took Narcissus, "I don't want to mention the past, from now on we are all on our own, so don't be so polite."

"Okay." The man laughed happily.

Sending the person out of the door, Ling Huang had a faint smile on his lips.

[Target: Li Zheng, goodwill +10, current goodwill: 30. 】

"Huh?" Ling Huang looked at Li Zheng beside him.

Li Zheng was also staring at Ling Huang's face, touching the corners of Ling Huang's eyes with his fingers, "You have a beautiful smile, there is hope in your eyes."

Ling Huang gave him a white look, and took the daffodils back to the house to Lele's small room, and put them in the corner.

Feeling dust on the petals, Ling Huang wiped them off with his hands.

Is there hope in the eyes?Ling Huang squatted there thinking for a long time, then said in a low voice, "It's you who made me see hope again."

Li Zheng was following Ling Huang, but upon hearing this sentence, tears burst out again.