Transmigrating Into a Violent General's Sweetheart Breeder

Ling Huan took the envelope and found that the flowers on it looked familiar, very similar to the roses trimmed by the manager of the flower shop next door.

When he opened the envelope, Si Jingming politely avoided it.

Pulling out the letter paper inside, it turned out to be a handwritten letter from the store manager, but the content was somewhat different from what was guessed. It was barely a confession letter. More precisely, it was a heartfelt letter written by a fan to his favorite anchor.

The manager of the flower shop said in the letter that he started watching his live broadcast half a month ago, and he has become a diehard fan. He also set up a special care that he can rush to the scene as soon as possible every live broadcast, and moved here half a month ago At first she thought he looked familiar, but at first she was dubious, but after hearing the voice again today, she was sure that Ling Huan was the anchor Ling.

Seeing Ling Huan smiling a little, Si Jingming thought there would be a response to this confession letter, and was a little curious, "When did you and the manager of the flower shop meet?"

"I only met twice in total." Ling Huan folded the letter again. The letter sent by the fan couldn't be returned, and the other party also repeatedly assured in the letter that he was a rational fan, knowing that Ling Huan didn't use his real name in the live broadcast room. She doesn't really want her life to be disturbed, so her mouth will definitely be tight.

"It wasn't a confession letter, it was recognized by the fans in the live broadcast room."

"Is Director Ling still an anchor?" Si Jingming looked up at Ling Huan's face, squinted his eyes and thought for a while, as if thinking of something, he quickly turned on his optical brain and searched in Moments.

Ling Huan's trouser legs sank, and the little leopard who had followed Chengcheng around the nursery school with great interest just now was like a gummy that suddenly appeared, and grabbed his trousers to borrow strength, before he could react, he directly climbed on the shoulders.

A claw with sharp nails appeared in front of him, and he was bluntly trying to get off the thin letter paper that was stained with perfume or flower scent.

Lu Jinbei's spiritual realm often establishes a connection with Ling Huan's spiritual power, and now he can vaguely feel that Ling Huan is in a good mood.

You can tell it's a love letter.

The most irritating thing was that the gift he prepared for Ling Huan was also a love letter, but he hadn't finished it yet, and he planned to go back today and rework it, and give it to Ling Huan before going to bed.

Dr. Friend gave him a lot of advice yesterday. The first one is that when it is difficult to express in words, you can write it down first. Whether it is a plan you want to make or something you want to say, you must write it down and tell the other party.

Standing on Ling Huan's shoulders with his back arched, he stretched out his paws once to catch the air, his tail dangled back and forth unhappily, the young man's slender fingertips suddenly stroked his chin twice, and the surging emotions in Lu Jinbei's heart were temporarily suppressed. To appease, he raised his head and let Ling Huan touch it for a while.

Ling Huan didn't understand why Lu Jinbei's reaction was so loud, so he said in a voice that only two people could hear, "Is there something wrong with this letter?"

Looking at Lu Jinbei's attitude of being prepared, could it be that there is a Zerg aura above him?

But he can't seem to smell it.

After agreeing not to talk in the nursery school during the day, Lu Jinbei felt panicked, and his eyes were fixed on the pink and ostentatious letter paper in Ling Huan's hand.

The letter paper he uses is not pink, and the envelopes are not fragrant. When writing, he writes with a pen curled up on his tail, so the handwriting may not be as good-looking as others.

When I jumped up just now, I glanced and found that the other party had written a lot. He thought about it all afternoon yesterday and only came out with a few lines.

No matter how you look at it, it can't be compared.

He also told Ling Huan that it was a gift.

Lu Jinbei remained silent without answering, and stretched out his paw again.

Fast and steady.

With a clatter, the corner of the fragile letter paper was slapped hard, and it was almost scratched.

Ling Huan was so startled by his sudden movement that he almost lost his grip on something.

It is obvious that Lu Jinbei's weak animal form is only a circle taller than an ordinary house cat, but at this moment, there is a strong sense of oppression and the determination to snatch the envelope.

"What are you doing?" Realizing that Lu Jinbei really just wanted to make trouble, Ling Huan frowned slightly, folded the letter and put it back in the envelope, and explained to Lu Jinbei again, "It's a letter from a fan."

"It should be that your cat is jealous." Si Jingming took the time to glance from behind the light brain, and teased with a smile on his lips, "The cat family is a small-minded guy, especially this one from Director Ling. The cat breed seems to be very expensive, and the owner may not be able to tolerate the love given to others."

Ling Huan had a headache, "Really?"

Lu Jinbei is a real alpha, not his pet, but it is estimated that the susceptibility period has not completely left and he is very sensitive due to injury, so he will do some childish behaviors.

Ling Huan skillfully stroked the little leopard's hair twice, "I don't know her well, it's just an ordinary letter from a fan, I'll show you the content when I get home..."

His back was swung by the tail, Ling Huan immediately changed his words, "I can't return the letter now, and I won't take it home either. Can I put it in an unused drawer in the nursery school?"

The little leopard lying on his shoulder moved, and when he raised his head, he licked his palm to express his agreement.

There are barbs on the tip of the tongue, which is crisp and numb when licked.

After knowing that the leopard was Lu Jinbei, Ling Huan only felt that this kind of intimate gesture made people feel more uncomfortable than before. He wanted to withdraw his hand, but the wet tongue in his palm was quickly withdrawn, and he turned around with a fluffy hand. Head to rub.

Ling Huan couldn't resist this wonderful touch, and he touched it a few times distractedly. Suddenly, Si Jingming's voice suddenly came to his ears, "Did Director Ling broadcast the live broadcast on the Doumao platform?"

"Correct."

Si Jingming turned his optical brain interface over, "I just remembered when you said that you were an anchor. The nursery school was closed for the holiday a few days ago, but I seem to have seen your photo somewhere. I checked the circle and found that I have a friend who is also your fan. He reposted a post about the charm value of the players during the game to help Moments two days ago, and collected 20 likes. I was woken up by his news early in the morning. .”

Ling Huan glanced at the screen, and found that the picture in the Moments was indeed his appearance in the live broadcast room, and the topic of the Golden Spoon League was added to the Moments of Moments that followed.

Si Jingming lowered his head and smiled, "I don't usually watch live broadcasts on Starnet. I usually watch news and trending searches. Last night there was an anchor on Starnet who publicly apologized. Did he apologize to you?"

Ling Huan nodded, "The company is very hot."

"It turns out that the anchor he likes recently is you, and that's understandable." Si Jingming was thoughtful, "Compared to other anchors, you will have much less black fans."

Ling Huan raised his eyebrows, "Why?"

"Because my friend..." Si Jingming paused, and briskly brought it over, "He is more proficient in optical brains, and he can get information one step faster than others."

"He is usually quite rigid, and we basically don't watch live broadcasts. After we learned that he started watching live broadcasts half a month ago, we thought he was a whim, but he signed in on Moments every day. Two days ago The first charge of six yuan will give you a hardcore fan card, he was a penny-pinching rooster before."

Ling Huan suppressed a smile, "Then go back and ask your friend what his nickname is in the live broadcast room. I'll thank him by saying his name during the next live broadcast."

"You don't need to thank you." Si Jingming said, "The next time the live broadcast draws, he will be fine once. He is unlucky and can't draw every time."

After receiving Ling Huan's affirmative answer, Si Jingming smiled and went to the side to make a phone call.

Ling Huan's five senses are sensitive, even if Si Jingming stands far away, he can still hear the content. At first, he could hear him talking about the live broadcast in the communication. The man's voice was a little excited, and then he mentioned a word, transaction.

Ling Huan raised his eyes and saw that the smile on the corner of Si Jingming's mouth stopped for a while. He turned down the screen of the light brain and walked a few steps towards the nursery school's empty backyard. He didn't stop until the sound could not be conveyed at all. Next, communicate in a low voice.

A crisp electronic sound jumped out of consciousness.

[The countdown to the main task begins: 26 hours, please complete the task within the specified time. 】

Ling Huan used Lu Jinbei's aircraft to send Chengcheng back to Lei Erjia, and brought some fresh ingredients back to the apartment along the way.

"Didn't you say you want to give me a gift? What do you want to give me?" Ling Huan put the little leopard on the sofa in the living room, squatted down and kept eye level with Lu Jinbei, but the light golden pupil dodged a little guilty, Did not look him straight.

Lu Jinbei's tail wobbled uneasily, "You cook first, it will be ready in five minutes, and I'll bring it to you right away."

He was at a loss.

Compared with other people's love letters during the day, his is indeed a bit crude, and it needs to add something Ling Huan likes.

As soon as Ling Huan left, Lu Jinbei jumped off the sofa nimbly, entered the room and carefully took out a piece of paper with written content from the drawer.

He spread the paper on the table, and was silent for a moment facing the pale paper with only a few lines of writing. Then he turned around and took out the ink from the drawer. There are more than a dozen colors of ink in a complete set. Lu Jinbei looked down at the paper. He glanced at the anti-lost ring he was still wearing, and picked out a pink ink.

Then he carefully found a small plate and poured out some ink.

He stretched out his paw and tapped the ink, and laid it flat on the empty lower right corner of the paper and pressed it hard. When he took it away, a pink plum blossom print appeared on the paper. It felt that the color was too light to see clearly. Lu Jin Bei pressed the button a second time strictly.

After making sure to make a unique mark, he wiped his paws on the paper, put away the things on the table, and entered the living room with the letter paper in his mouth.

The fluffy paws pushed the white letter paper on the dining table forward until it was in front of Ling Huan.

"Open it and see."

"If you think the format of this letter is acceptable, I can write a few more...love letters." Lu Jinbei lowered the last few words, buried his face in his paws, and said softly, "This letter is too short. , I’ll write something else for you tomorrow.”

Ling Huan froze for a moment, and while unfolding the letter paper in his hand, he heard the little leopard who buried his head still talking stubbornly,

"We're married, you can only accept love letters written by me."

"If you feel wronged, I can keep writing to you. I can write a hundred letters by myself."

The author has something to say

[For things like love letters, one person can only accept one person's writing, and you can't be bothered. 】

[If you think the number is not enough, I can write a hundred letters by myself. 】

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