Transmigrating Into a Violent General's Sweetheart Breeder

The curled up small ball slowly opened up, and the two cool paws facing directly above pressed the back of Ling Huan's hand seriously, and pressed down with a little strength, trying to reason with Ling Huan.

"You pretend, pretend you didn't see me, and I will give you benefits!"

Looking at his serious look, Ling Huan couldn't help laughing, "What do you want to do for me?"

The whispering of servants and the sound of walking footsteps could be heard in the corridor, and the sound was getting closer and closer, and was about to appear in front of them.

The little hedgehog in Ling Huan's hand closed his eyes in despair, and retracted the head that had just been exposed a little bit, with a muffled voice.

"I see. You look so unfamiliar. Are you the one Ma Ma specially called to arrest me?"

He couldn't help hugging his weak self even tighter, his nose kept shaking.

I can already imagine the upcoming scene in my mind, the porcelain plate overturned by the servant, the ear-piercing screams, and the angry Mrs. Rails rushing over with a feather duster.

"Of course not." Ling Huan stopped laughing and coughed lightly. He probably guessed the identity of this little hedgehog. It might be the young alpha young master of the Rails family, "Don't worry, no one will find you of."

"I'll help you keep a secret, remember to give me benefits."

The little hedgehog tightened his grip a little uneasy, and the palm holding him did not shake him off because of the hard thorns, but hugged him tightly in his arms, and suddenly felt a strange weightlessness feel.

They are already very close, and at the next corner, they will find that their servant seems to be pulled away in an instant.

He couldn't hear the conversation.

Slowly relaxing his body, revealing a narrow slit, he poked his nose out and smelled the air uneasily. The strong rose fragrance unique to the back garden had dissipated a lot, and they seemed to be no longer in the garden.

But obviously only a few seconds passed.

Ling Huan hugged the hedgehog lightly with his left hand, and with the other hand, he easily grasped the white strips used for decoration on the edge of the villa. After finding a few footholds, he easily climbed into the window on the second floor.

The room was pitch black. He raised his hand and turned on the warm yellow floor lamp on the plush carpet. With a snap, the tone of the room became gentler.

The little hedgehog turned around in a daze, and found that they had moved into a room!

There was a little star in his round eyes facing the window, he turned to stare at Ling Huan adoringly, touched Ling Huan's finger with his paw, and dared not say:

"You, can you fly?!"

Ling Huan raised his eyebrows to look at him, and his words succinctly shattered the child's fantasy, "I can't, I just climbed up."

"You actually went up to the second floor! This is so cool! You must have the wind ability!"

The little hedgehog thought he was being modest, stretched out all his limbs excitedly, turned over and stood in Ling Huan's palm.

Ling Huan felt that the thorns on his body seemed to soften a lot in an instant. When he turned around, his palms didn't feel any pain, but itched a little.

Following the little hedgehog's movements, something fell down with a thud.

Somewhat embarrassed, he lifted the fallen things with his paws and brought them to Ling Huan. The little hedgehog asked nervously, "This is, this is a little bit of sweet and sour pork ribs that I brought from the kitchen just now." , I tore it up and ate it, there was no saliva on it, so don’t feel dirty.”

After he took away the meat from the kitchen, he kept it tightly, held it tightly in his hand, and then rolled himself up so that the meat would not fall out!

"Have you ever eaten this dish? Only the chef hired by our family can make it. He added a kind of oil produced by Lanxing, which is very fragrant!"

The little hedgehog raised its front paws with a flattering arc, "This is delicious. Today seems to be some kind of festival. Usually they don't cook this dish, but today I happened to meet it! I threw the bone in the It's in the garden, and that's the essence of it!"

Ling Huan looked at the piece of shredded meat that was too small in front of him, and the childish voice in his ear was showing off a little.

"The benefits of being you are more than enough, right?"

Ling Huan laughed, he pushed the meat back.

"It's okay, I don't need to eat it, you can eat it." He reached out and touched the little hedgehog's nose, and touched a little oil with a sweet and sour taste. Ling Huan found that his room became fragrant because of this small piece of meat. Some helplessly said, "What's your name?"

"You can call me Chengcheng! But my surname is Leiers, this villa belongs to my family, isn't it big?"

He didn't know how the outside world distinguished high, middle and low ranks among the nobles. He only knew that the villa was very big, and he had to hide from his room for half an hour to get to the kitchen.

Chengcheng was very proud when he raised his head and introduced his surname, his voice was full of confidence, not as cautious as before, and his raised chin had a bit of aristocratic air.

After finishing speaking, he looked at Ling Huan eagerly, "Your wind ability is really powerful, are you an alpha with at least a level! Are you Mama's guest today?"

He quickly stuffed the meat into his mouth, chewed with his mouth puffed up, and hugged Ling Huan's fingers tightly with his front paws, "I didn't see it just now, can you use it again? I feel, feel like I was floating just now Already!"

"I'm just a beta, and I didn't use my abilities to bring you up just now." Ling Huan smiled, and he put the back of his hand in front of Chengcheng, "You are also an alpha, and you haven't smelled any pheromones on me. ?"

Chengcheng lowered her head somewhat disappointed, and slowed down her chewing speed.

Ling Huan touched his chin, and a clear electronic sound came from his consciousness.

[Rails Cheng, b-level alpha, 7 years old. 】

Hearing the age, Ling Huan paused for a moment, and asked, "Why didn't Chengcheng go to the nursery school?"

Although he vaguely heard Lu Jinbei say that he was a low-class nobleman at the beginning, but the bottom-class nobles are still nobles anyway, so they can't afford to send their children to nursery schools, right?

Chengcheng's hands drooped, and his voice was a little frustrated, "Because I don't have supernatural powers, I can't fly, and I can't breathe fire."

"Mama said that after going to the nursery school, there will be many A-level and S-level children, they are better than me, and the breeder will prefer the strong children, so I will have no cake to eat, but if I am at home, I will eat every day. You can eat a cake made of Momo every week, so we decided not to go to the nursery last week."

Mrs. Rails has made things simple and beautiful.

To put it bluntly, I was actually afraid that Chengcheng would be bullied in the nursery school.

Ling Huan's eyes darkened, and he reached out to wipe the sugar stains on the tip of his nose, "Did you sneak out today to eat meat?"

"Yes, we agreed to keep it a secret." Chengcheng looked at him, "Are you Mama's guest today?"

"Not a guest."

Ling Huan smiled.

"I may be your family for the time being."

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