Quick Transmigration: The Villain's Whitewashing Strategy

[I opened the camouflage skill, right? ] Ling Huang stared blankly at Li Mo's hand that didn't finally land on the back of his neck, [Main thread? ]

[The camouflage skill has been turned on according to your order in the car that came back. 】The main line said, 【And you asked this question, I checked it again, and it is indeed turned on. 】

[Then what does Li Mo mean? ] Ling Huang was dumbfounded.

【Hard to say. 】The main line hesitated, 【Theoretically, it is impossible for him to find out that you are an Omega. 】

There was an incoming call from Li Xing's mobile phone, he did not delay, picked up the phone and left Li Mo's room.

In the end, Li Mo's hand just stroked Ling Huang's collar lightly.

With a look of resentment and depression on his face, Li Mo went back to the bed, leaned against the bed and sat on the floor, hugging his knees.

Plug in the various cables of the game console in front of the TV, and try to turn it on.

He called Li Mo several times, but Li Mo ignored him.

Ling Huang had no choice but to turn off the phone.

Xia Jie was overjoyed to see Ling Huang in casual clothes when he came back, "You came back so early? Oh, you don't know, today's lunch..."

The cold light from a pair of eyes pierced Xia Jie's body.

He cowardly smiled at Li Mo.

"What's the matter with lunch?" Ling Huang looked at Li Mo, then at Xia Jie, "Did the Fourth Young Master have a good lunch?"

"Eat, eat." Xia Jie rubbed his hands uncomfortably.

It looks like a lie.

"I'll adjust the monitoring." Ling Huang looked at Li Mo's face again, "If the lunch is not delicious, it's a puppy who can't do it."

Li Mo's head was covered with dark clouds, Ling Huang rolled his eyes, and turned to face the Frostwolf Storm bottle on the bedside table.

After changing his uniform, he went to the housekeeper to call up the surveillance video.

Li Mo didn't eat lunch at all, he just sat at the table facing a table of meals for half an hour.

That's great, Fourth Young Master.

Ling Huang tidied up the white gloves of his uniform, and his steps all the way back to the silent room were much heavier than usual.

Xia Jie stood guard at the door, and Ling Huang went in to see that the room was dark, so he went to the window and opened the curtains.

"Why don't you eat?" Ling Huang turned around.

Li Mo was still sitting where he left, leaning against the bed, staring at the storm bottle.

"You promised me to eat well, and I also promised to bring you games to play." Ling Huang walked over and squatted in front of Li Mo, "I did it, why can't you?"

"Fourth Young Master!" Ling Huang raised his voice.

"Ling Huang." Xia Jie's voice came through the earphones, "It's time for Dr. Chen to come and see the fourth young master. Dr. Chen's car has already entered the door. Don't lose your temper with the fourth young master, lest the fourth young master get stubborn and not cooperate later. doctor."

Ling Huang had no choice but to suppress his anger, and looked at Li Mo for a while.

"Forget it, you have to eat well if you don't have dinner for lunch." He helped Li Mo tidy up his collar, "Dr. Chen is here, be obedient later, and cooperate with the treatment well, you know?"

Li Mo was noncommittal and said nothing.

Dr. Chen asked Li Mo a series of questions in Li Mo's room in a moderate tone.

He doesn't seem to need an answer from Li Mo, but he can get a yes or no answer from Li Mo's eyes.

"Is there any discomfort after taking the new medicine today?" Dr. Chen asked new questions while recording in his laptop.

"I don't see any discomfort." Xia Jie replied.

"Is there no lethargy or anorexia?" The doctor turned to look at the two bodyguards.

"I don't have lethargy, and I don't have anorexia. I ate a good breakfast, but I didn't eat lunch, but Fourth Young Master often doesn't want to eat..." Xia Jie was not very sure.

Dr. Chen turned back to look at Li Mo, "Xiao Mo, after taking the new medicine, doesn't it feel like eating? Does it make you feel sick?"

Li Mo blinked at Dr. Chen.

Ling Huang felt a twinge of pain in his heart, and he could also understand Li Mo's expression. That blink of an eye was equivalent to answering that he was sick and anorexic.

So he sat there for half an hour at lunch and couldn't move his chopsticks.

It's not that he doesn't want to eat, it's not that he deliberately didn't abide by the agreement with Ling Huang, he just...

The dressing was changed, but I didn't adapt.