Quick Transmigration: The Villain's Whitewashing Strategy

When he felt a little warmth on the tip of his nose, Ling Huang widened his eyes and quickly found a line from the AI ​​script:

If you encounter a similar situation, you can properly protect yourself!

Generally speaking, it is appropriate to run away by yourself or push the opponent away with not too much force.

But Ling Huang was a punch every time he made a move.

What I didn't expect was that the fist was very aimed at Li Huan's abdomen. Halfway through the punch, there was an invisible restraining force that removed Ling Huang's strength enough to make the opponent kneel and vomit with one blow.

With a light touch, the fist greeted someone on the stomach.

"Tickle me?" Li Huan took a step back and rubbed his stomach, "Do you still want to beat me up?"

"..." Ling Huang quickly confirmed the situation.

He is a companion type, not a combat type. His AI framework does not allow him to show aggressive intentions and behaviors. This is a hard-coded limitation in programming.

Like an invisible cage.

Ling Huang looked around himself, and for a moment, he seemed to see a translucent glass house enclosing himself in it.

Every word and deed can only be carried out within the confines of this small room.

I reached out and tried to touch the walls of the glass house, but I couldn't feel anything.

"I've changed my mind." Li Huan pushed her half-length, naturally curly hair up on top of her head, "You should still be called Little Tick, Tickle, Tickle, Tickle, just like you did just now."

He stretched out his hand again and squeezed Ling Huang's outstretched fingers, "My little petite, go and wipe the table and put the tableware on, I'll make two more bowls of noodle soup and I'm ready for dinner."

Although it is not a housekeeping type, the most basic table cleaning and sweeping can still be done.

It's just very inexperienced.

Also broke a plate when taking the cutlery to the table.

Kneeling down to pick it up, Li Huan, who was cooking the noodles, ran over, "Don't move!"

As he said that, he pulled Ling Huang up, pushed him aside, squatted down and quickly picked up the pieces of the dish, and muttered: "You also feel pain, right? I remember it seems to be."

Ling Huang didn't understand what he meant for a while, and nodded, "Yes, I knocked my foot on the steps before entering the door just now, and it hurt."

Li Huan held the fragment of the plate, and gently pressed the tip of Ling Huang's left toe with one free hand, "This foot?"

"No."

He pressed the right toe again.

"So don't worry about breaking anything at home from now on, just let me fix it." Li Huan stood up and smiled, "If you break something somewhere, I will feel sorry for you."

After a while, the soles of Ling Huang's feet became hot again.

"Who buys a new toy and doesn't cherish it for a few days at home, right?" The man added happily.

To play on the steps in front of your house, you should use a sledgehammer as tall as a person to smash it into pieces!

"Then if your hand is broken, will it heal by itself?" Li Huan picked up the pieces and dumped them into the trash can.

"Yes." Ling Huang said, "If the noodles in your kitchen are cooked for too long, will they burn?"

"Oh!" Li Huan slapped his head and rushed back to the kitchen.

The noodles were not overcooked, so put a layer of Li Huan's stir-fried vegetables on top of the noodles, and then put a spoonful of Li Huan's own noodle sauce.

Stir well and take a small bite.

Ling Huang looked at Li Huan in surprise.

"Is it delicious?" Li Huan had been looking forward to it since he didn't know when.

"Yeah." Ling Huang picked up another piece of noodles with chopsticks, fed it into his mouth, and then used the chopsticks to slowly put the mouthful of noodles into his mouth in a rhythmic manner.

"You don't know how to eat noodles like that?" Li Huan still rested his head on his hands, staring at Ling Huang quite interestingly, "The kind that just sucks and sucks."

Ling Huang shook his head, he didn't want to speak if there was something in his mouth.

"That can also be bitten off." Li Huan said.

After swallowing the food, Ling Huang sipped the sauce from his mouth and said, "I'll just eat it between sandwiches. If you want to suck it up, suck it up, and if you want to bite it off, bite it off."

"I understand if you don't suck, you don't want to make a sound, right?" Li Huan finally started to move his chopsticks, and blew on the noodles, "What do you mean by not biting off? Are you afraid of hurting the noodles?"

Ling Huang, who continued to eat noodles, almost bit his own tongue.

He helplessly paused his eating, put down his chopsticks, and looked at Li Huan.

Li Huan sucked and took a big mouthful, chewed a few times, and laughed, "With the strength you scratched my stomach just now, you don't bite the noodles because you are afraid that you won't be strong enough to keep biting, right?"

[This dude... can't keep his mouth shut? 】Ah Yue couldn't take it anymore.

"Huanhuan." Ling Huang said within the scope allowed by the AI, "You can't talk about food."

"That's not right." Li Huan seemed to be thinking about it seriously, and then laughed even more exaggeratedly, "You have to keep biting, how can you chew and swallow the noodles?"

"..." Ling Huang's mood has gone from helpless to being led away by Li Huan and wanting to laugh along with him.

"Have you ever heard an idiom allusion?" Li Huan looked over with special interest.

Ling Huang tightly clenched his right hand into a fist in front of his mouth, suppressed a smile, and said solemnly, "Swallow dates whole?"

"Yes, yes, yes!" Li Huan threw down his chopsticks and slapped his hands a few times, "I knew that we would definitely be able to talk together! Wow, my decision to buy you back is simply too wise and powerful! Compliment me a few words!"

"Crazy." Ling Huang finally smiled, and rolled Li Huan's eyes, "Hurry up and eat, the noodles are all soaked, it won't taste good later."

Li Huan still couldn't get over her excitement.

Fortunately, according to Ling Huang's observation, Li Huan doesn't look like a complicated person. If he talks too much, he may have a strong desire to confide. There is a kind of person who can be collectively referred to as Silent and Uncomfortable.

After eating, Ling Huang asked if he would wash the dishes.

Li Huan didn't give way, so he followed behind Li Huan, "accompanying" him dutifully.

Watch him wash the dishes, wipe the sink and set up the dish towels, apply thick hand cream after washing his hands, open the refrigerator and take out a glass bottle.

milk?

Ling Huang felt a little thirsty.

Although he is a bionic person, his consciousness is still a living person. After eating, he naturally wants to drink, otherwise he will feel anxious and feel like his soul is smoking.

"By the way, I still have something to be curious about." Li Huan took a sip of what was in the bottle, and stretched out his index finger with the hand holding the bottle, "Are you hungry?"

Ling Huang looked at the bottle in Li Huan's hand.

It's just such a small bottle, and he will lose one sip after one sip, and he doesn't know if there is still any in the refrigerator. When he opened the refrigerator just now, Ling Huang didn't pay attention to it.

"Want this?" Li Huan comprehended, looked at the bottle, and put the mouth of the bottle to Ling Huang's mouth, "This is my homemade yogurt, it's super delicious."

Ling Huang took a sip, it was very strong and fragrant.

Li Huan tilted the bottle and gave Ling Huang another mouthful, then asked suddenly, "You pee from the same place as me, right?"

"Pfft—" Ling Huang sprayed yogurt all over Li Huan's face.

"Tsk." Li Huan squinted his eyes, letting something hang on his face, without even wiping it off.

But it was obvious that he was still upset, put the yogurt aside, and came over and grabbed the collar of the silver-white HX222-2 uniform that Ling Huang wore in the factory.

"Little caress." Li Huan lowered his voice and looked a little cold, "It's wrong to waste."