Quick Transmigration: The Villain's Whitewashing Strategy

Ling Huang instinctively felt that Alan was going to kiss him, so he quickly turned away and covered Alan's mouth.

When Alan was about to use brute force to subdue him, Ling Huang's finger covering his mouth moved slightly, and his thumb stroked Alan's cheek.

Hearing Ling Huang coaxed in a low voice with embarrassment, "Don't cry."

Allen was stunned for a moment and even forgot his purpose of wanting to kiss hard so as to stimulate Lier.

"No matter what happened before, it's over." Ling Huang felt that Alan had no intention of attacking again, so he turned to look at Alan.

The hand held by Li Er held Li Er's fingers, and the other hand wiped Alan's tear-stained face, his eyes full of sympathy fell into Alan's eyes.

Ling Huang clumsily continued to coax, "I can hear that you are wronged and angry, but you can't just lift me up and deal with it casually, right? What's wrong with me? I didn't mess with you."

【Ah Huang, look at the bruise on the bridge of Alan's nose, have you forgotten about beating him? 】

[Do you think he seems to remember that state? ] Ling Huang smiled slightly at Alan, [I found that Alan is quite...how should I say it?milk dog? ]

[How does it look like a milk dog?Ah Huang, have you been infected by Allen and turned into a sand sculpture? 】

Losing one's temper and getting angry also needs to be done in one go.

Ling Huang's behavior of trying to smooth his hair was completely beyond Alan's expectations. He was in a daze for a while, and his full scale of anger gradually dropped.

After Ling Huang wiped away his tears thoroughly, the blackness of Alan's white eyeballs had all returned to where the black eyes should be.

"You're such a big demon, don't cry at every turn." Ling Huang patted Alan's face lightly and smiled like an aunt, "Crying is so ugly."

Alan frowned, Ling Huang quickly waved his hands again, "It's not ugly anymore, handsome, very handsome!"

This time, Allen should have been inexplicably coaxed into a fit and couldn't come out. He threw Ling Huang to the ground beside Li Er's feet.

The demon pointed at Ling Huang who didn't follow the routine and gritted his teeth and threatened, "Just wait for me."

After finishing speaking, a pair of black and white eyes sharply scoured Ling Huang, turned around and left.

"I'll fix the music box and send it to you!" Ling Huang shouted to Alan's back.

Although he didn't know if the gadget could be repaired, let alone where to find Alan after it was repaired.

This demon seems to be everywhere, but after thinking about it carefully, Ling Huang doesn't know where Alan really lives.

Allen paused, "I don't care about that broken thing!"

Ling Huang noticed Li Er's little movement of shaking his head helplessly.

After Allen strode out of the studio and slammed the door with a "bang", Ling Huang let out a big breath and got up from the ground to help Li Er, "You are seriously injured, let me help you to the big guest room first, and then I will go to find you." The housekeeper wants some medicine...can ordinary medicine work for you?"

Li Er grabbed Ling Huang's hand again, and turned his eyes to stare at Ling Huang's face.

Ling Huang didn't quite understand why Li Er didn't stand up and didn't make any other movements, so he could only look at Li Er as if returning the salute.

Looking at each other, Li Er sighed softly, "I didn't expect you to be able to calm him down."

Ling Huang was speechless and held back for a long time before he could say, "He made you covered in blood all over the place. If I say this, you may not like to hear it, but Alan, he seems to be quite..."

The following adjective, Ling Huang, is really hard to say.

The corners of Li Er's lips twitched a little, "Alan is a pure and lovely person."

Ling Huang gave Li Er a thumbs up, "Let's go, we must find a room to treat your injuries."

"Your hand." Li Er clutched Ling Huang's palm and refused to let go. He pulled Ling Huang closer, and brought the tip of his nose closer to Ling Huang's palm, "It's bleeding."

"Just now Alan threw me on the ground and rubbed it. It's okay." Ling Huang shook his head, "It's still your injury..."

"It's a very sweet smell." Li Er's brown eyes were stained a little dark red, he poked out the tip of his tongue, and licked the wound on Ling Huang's hand lightly, "The medicine is useless to me, what I need is you blood."