Quick Transmigration: The Villain's Whitewashing Strategy

"It's too difficult for me." Ling Huang went back to the guest room on the second floor and lay on the bed sprawled out, "Li Yin, didn't your clothes conjure up? Why are there such precious gems?"

"It's not changed." Li Yin closed the door, came in and took off his outer cloak, and touched the place where the gem was torn off, "My mother made a lot of clothes when she was pregnant with me."

"...Did your mother do it?" Ling Huang sat up with guilt on his face, "I'm sorry, I don't know... Sorry, I will find a way to get that gem back."

"No need." Li Yin hung the coat on the hanger, and unbuttoned the two buttons on a long robe inside, "My mother is your mother, the family, mine, and yours, you can give it as you like."

No matter how it sounds, it sounds like angry words in the end.

Ling Huang lowered his head and thought for a while, "No, I still have to come back."

After speaking, get up and go out.

Li Yin stepped forward and put his arms around his waist and brought him back to the bed, "Give it away, there is no reason to take him back."

"But that thing is not only expensive, but also very important."

"Mother's heart will not be diminished because of this." Li Yin looked at Ling Huang seriously, "Take a light look at things outside the body."

Having said that, Ling Huang is still not bearish.

On the pretext of going to the toilet, he ran to Lin Liang's wife and asked for some brightly colored silk threads and embroidery needles.

Sitting at the round table by the window all afternoon, holding Li Yin's cloak, he embroidered a silk juniper flower at the place where the ruby ​​was originally inlaid.

Li Yin forgot the time while playing games, and when he looked up, it was getting late, Ling Huang also finished the last point of embroidery, bit the silk thread with his teeth, and stroked the acacia flower several times with his fingers.

"It seems to be pretty good." Ling Huang lifted the clothes and shook, "It's the first time I embroider that I can embroider so beautifully. Is it amazing?"

Li Yin was dazed for a while, then walked over in a blink of an eye, and lifted his hem to have a look.

"There is some space for these petals. Next time, I will pass by some jewelry store to have a look and buy a few small gems to sew on." Ling Huang said with a smile, "Although the gems are not as expensive as yours, this is also my heart. You won't dislike it, will you?"

The big man who had been calm for a long time opened his mouth and didn't know what to say. He put down his clothes and ran to pick up his mother's soul-suppressing mirror and bring it over.

"Mother, look, your daughter-in-law has embroidered a flower on your son's clothes!" Li Yin put the embroidered flower in front of the soul-suppressing mirror, "Mother, have you seen it?"

Of course, I couldn't get a reply from my mother.

Li Yin smiled, and hugged Ling Huang into his arms, "I don't dislike it! This is the most precious treasure!"

I don't know if it's about embroidery or people... Ling Huang buried his face in Li Yin's chest and felt a little embarrassed.

The elated Li Yin raised his hand, and the wind blew up and closed all the windows in the house.

"Hey!" Ling Huang stopped his pressed lips in time, "This is someone else's house, don't be too centimeter."

"Call me." Li Yin stopped and grabbed Ling Huang's hand, as if giving an order domineeringly.

"Li Yin." Ling Huang raised his eyebrows.

"wrong."

"Then, Yin'er?"

"Nor."

Ling Huang snorted, "You're so annoying, I'm a big man, I won't bark."

"Then I'll carry you over there." Li Yin pointed to the bed.

"Hey, why are you so unreasonable?" Ling Huang pushed him vigorously, but didn't push him away, and patted him, "Let me go!"

"Should I call?" Li Yin bent down and prepared to hug him forcibly.

"...Husband!" Ling Huang whispered in a volume that only Li Yin could hear, "Stop making trouble, I'm calling!"

"Call again." Li Yin straightened up and stopped threatening.

But it was replaced by an intimate gesture of coming over and rubbing his forehead coquettishly.

"Husband." Ling Huang's face was burning hot, "Husband, husband."

Li Yin raised Ling Huang's chin with his icy fingertips, and slightly parted his lips to kiss him, not forgetting to comfort him: "Just kiss, don't worry."