Quick Transmigration: The Villain's Whitewashing Strategy

Ling Huang saw the back of the man sitting in front of the canvas with the moonlight standing upright like a statue from the unclosed gap in the studio. His identity could be seen from the well-made dress.

[If he was a vampire, he would know someone was coming even by smelling it. ]

[Ah Huang, please be sober, can normal people use moonlight to illuminate and paint? 】

Ling Huang thought for a while, and before he could speak again, the man's cold and deep voice sounded, "Come in."

Looking around, Ling Huang felt that it was impossible for this man to speak to others. He straightened his cat-up body, slowly opened the door and greeted with a female voice, "Lord Earl."

"Come here." The man still said two words, his voice was so cold that it could make people shiver.

Ling Huang collected himself, "Yes, YourLord."

Walking through the easel at the door, Ling Huang had deliberately relaxed his footsteps, but every time he stepped down in the silence, the collision between the small high heels and the floor was still shockingly inconsistent and abrupt.

The angle of view changed with the steps, and Ling Huang saw half of the window sill that was originally blocked by the canvas.

The handsome and arrogant Allen was sitting on the window sill, holding a glass of red wine on his slender and sharp fingertips, squinting his eyes and smiling at Ling Huang with a hint of drunkenness.

"You finally figured it out and are willing to trade with me?" Allen handed out the red wine to the side.

Ling Huang had already come behind Li Er, and he could clearly see Alan and Ivan who was serving with a tray next to him.

After Ivan bowed and sent the tray to Alan's hand to pick up the wine glass, he straightened up and took a step back, burying himself in the darkness without moonlight.

"Is this gentleman talking to me?" Ling Huang continued with a female voice, pretending to be stupid, "I don't know what you are talking about, sir."

"Are you loyal to Li Erbiao?" Allen leaned against the window and cast a slender silhouette on the floor, "Ivan was like you, never handing over his soul, and swore to die for Li Er, But you look at it now?"

He smiled and turned to Ivan and hooked his fingers.

Ivan stepped out of the shadows and bowed to wait for orders.

"Kneel down." Allen's long black nails pointed to the ground.

"Yes, MyLord." Ivan knelt down on one knee, leaning his head slightly forward and resting his forehead on Alan's knee.

Ling Huang was a little dazed watching it, and felt that Alan's drama was too much.

Ling Huang didn't care who Ivan was loyal to, and now that Ivan knelt down to Allen, Ling Huang didn't feel any emotion.

Although he didn't want to be misunderstood that he was loyal to Li Er, but what's the explanation?

Allen was not very normal at all, and Ling Huang thought it was too much to talk to him.

"This gentleman." He smiled hastily, "I still don't know what you're talking about."

"Ha!" Allen touched Ivan's head with his hand, "Go, serve your earl master well."

"Yes, MyLord."

Ivan got up and walked towards him, his eyes didn't make contact with Ling Huang, he just stared blankly at Li Er's face.

Walking in front of Li Er, Ivan held the tray with one hand, took the red wine glass from it with the other, and splashed it on Li Er's face without saying a word.

Ling Huang instinctively grabbed Li Er's arm and turned over to block the liquid with his back. At the same time, he inevitably had a close-up face-to-face with Li Er.

There are portraits of Li Er hanging in the halls, corridors, and banquet halls of the mansion, but compared with real people, those painters should really be dragged out and whipped.

Li Er's appearance is obviously a hundred times more beautiful than those paintings, with flawless white skin, sharp-edged face, three-dimensional and deep facial features... It's just that the lack of focus and loneliness in the brown eyes is not consistent with his appearance. It doesn't match.

It's like a teenager who has been bullied, so wronged and helpless, but stubborn and doesn't want anyone's help at all.

Are you unwilling to accept it?Yes, these are the eight characters.

After the aroma of the wine passed, Ling Huang smelled a strong smell of oil paint and immediately turned around, protecting Li Er with one hand, and went straight up with the other to pat off the big can of oil paint that Ivan was about to splash on the canvas.