Quick Transmigration: The Villain's Whitewashing Strategy

Li Xing was driving in the driver's seat, while Ling Huang sat in the co-pilot feeling a little flustered.

Just now, Li Xing helped Ling Huang open the car door again, and a gentleman covered his head and took care of him to sit down.

The eldest young master insisted on being Ling Huang's driver, and he said that he wanted to exchange secrets and let Ling Huang think about it first, but he couldn't help it.

This is Li Xing and his domineering stubbornness.

If Ling Huang didn't want to quarrel, he could only follow him temporarily.

Yes, for the time being, if Li Xing acts recklessly on the basis that he is the big boss who hired Ling Huang, Ling Huang will definitely stand up and resist.

However, Li Xing handed over the car to the parking boy and took Ling Huang into the restaurant he had reserved, and Ling Huang was stunned instantly.

A small western band is sitting on the right hand side after entering the door.

The melodious music sounded, and an unknown mechanism was activated on the roof of the restaurant.

Rose petals fluttered down from the sky.

"This is..." Ling Huang looked up at Li Xing.

"The ceremony of exchanging secrets." Li Xing smiled and raised his hand.

Ling Huang frowned, Li Xing's hand meant clearly that he wanted to hold hands with Ling Huang.

What are you holding?

I'm here to have a casual meal with you, and the focus is to see Diudiu, and more importantly, I want to find an opportunity to talk to you about bringing Diudiu back to Li Mo.

You want to hold hands with me? !

Is there something wrong with you, the iron hanhan who shines with metallic luster all over your body?

"Hold, hand, give, me." Although Li Xing smiled softly, but clenched his teeth, he threatened each word in a very soft voice.

This is because he is afraid that other people in the restaurant will hear it, and he will lose face.

Tsk, that's right, if the chief executive loses face and becomes angry, how can he talk about the future?

Give him your hand.

"Don't take off the gloves?" Li Xing raised his eyebrows.

"The bodyguards have a set of uniforms." Ling Huang said, "The housekeeper must dress neatly, and there must be nothing missing."

"Then why don't you wear gloves in Xiao Mo's room?" Li Xing wrote his displeasure on his face.

"Then why did you change into slippers instead of leather shoes when you entered the house?" Ling Huang snapped back.

The band played soothing music, and the petals fell to the ground one after another.

Li Xing and Ling Huang stared at each other.

Maybe because he was tired from staring, Li Xing dragged Ling Huang to step on the petals and walked to the lobby of the restaurant.

The huge hall was completely emptied, leaving only a set of pure white tables and chairs in the middle.

A circle of red candles was lit around the table and chairs.

With a wave of Li Xing's hand, the lights in the restaurant suddenly went out.

Only the light strip on the wall near the ground emits faint light, and the red candle flames in the hall form a heart shape.

"Young Master." Ling Huang couldn't continue to play dumb anymore, he stopped by the table and withdrew his hand from Li Xing.

"I know it's sudden." Li Xing moved closer to face him, "Actually, I can't believe that I would have such feelings for someone nine years older than me."

Li Xing is 26 years old, nine years older, 35 years old.

The original owner was 35.

"But it just happened." Li Xing continued, "When I didn't notice, then I came back to my senses and found that I had..."

"What's the secret you're talking about?" Ling Huang took half a step back, he didn't want to hear Li Xing's confession.

"Do you have someone you like?" Li Xing asked.

"No." Ling Huang said.

"The secret I want to tell you is that I like you." Li Xing stretched out his hand.

Ling Huang frowned and took two steps to the side to avoid Li Xing's touch.

He didn't want to hear the confession, but he insisted on saying it.

That's right, this person's style is to like to push fast, and to pursue high efficiency in everything.

"I don't like you." Ling Huang just wanted to refuse completely in one step, "If I knew that you called me out today to express your love, then I wouldn't come to see you at all."

Li Xing's eyes darkened, and he smiled helplessly, "I'm mentally prepared to be rejected by you."

"Doing useless work knowing that you will be rejected?" This is a brain circuit that Ling Huang can't understand.

"How can it be useless?" Li Xing clapped his hands with a crisp sound.

The restaurant lights came on and the music stopped.

"Let you understand my intentions, so that I don't have to explain when I approach you in the future." Li Xing pulled the chair next to him, "Although it makes me a little bit disappointed, today is still very meaningful."

"Still eating?" Ling Huang looked at the chair, "I don't want to eat with you at all now."

"If you don't eat, I won't take you to see Diudiu later." Li Xing gestured "please" and pointed to the chair, "You promised Xiaomo to pick up Diudiu back, why, you want to break your promise?"

Ah, this person actually found this paragraph from the surveillance!

"Then you know the purpose of my meeting with you...you will help me?" Ling Huang still didn't sit down, bargaining with Li Xing.

"In order to make you let go of your guard against me and get to know me better, of course I will help you." Li Xing sighed, "Please sit down, Mr. Ling."

"Thank you, Eldest Young Master." Ling Huang quickly weighed the pros and cons, and sat down on the chair.

Lixing's table manners for eating western food are very good.

The order in which the tableware is used, and a set of knives and forks must be changed every time a dish is served, shows that this person has received aristocratic education since childhood.

Ling Huang felt that there were too many knives and forks on both sides of the dinner plate, so he took a pair of suitable size, grabbed the rest and threw them to the corner of the table.

"When there are multiple sets of knives and forks, they are used from the outside to the inside. Generally, restaurants with multiple sets of knives and forks have several sets of cutlery, which correspond to the order of several dishes. It is enough to change each one. You don't need to remember the used ones. Which one has not been used."

Li Xing bowed his head and cut the steak into small pieces, explaining to Ling Huang across the table.

"I know table manners." Ling Huang cut a large piece of meat and held it up with a fork, "But I like to eat like this, okay?"

Li Xing looked at the piece of meat on his fork that might not fit in one mouthful, "Okay."

fuck it.

Ling Huang put the piece of meat back on the plate, and carefully cut it into several small pieces.

He never likes to chomp, and now he just wants to create some shortcomings of his own to make Li Xing bother him.

[Li Xing, favorability +5, current favorability: 50. 】

Backfired.

From Li Xing's point of view, the way Ling Huang chops the meat into small pieces and feeds it into his mouth is cute and suits his taste.

"That tear mole under your right eye." Li Xing put down the tableware and raised his hand to gesture on his own face, "Is it natural or did it happen later?"

"Of course it's original. Who would be free to make this stuff?" Ling Huang touched the corner of his eyes, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, it's pretty." Li Xing smiled.

Silently, each took a mouthful of food and swallowed it, and Li Xing said again: "It is said that people with tear moles cry beautifully, and I don't know if it is true."

"It's said that people who are cold and cold usually feel happy when they cry. I don't know if it's true?" Ling Huang immediately retorted, "How about I make you cry?"

[Li Xing, favorability +5, current favorability: 55. 】

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