Quick Transmigration: The Villain's Whitewashing Strategy

Although Li Yan told his mother that it was not uncomfortable, but after hanging up the phone, he leaned back on the sofa and coughed a few times, his throat was so dry that Ling Huang felt that he might vomit blood.

After the water was boiled, I poured him a glass, saw vitamin C effervescent tablets in the medicine box, and made him another glass of vitamin C water.

When Ling Huang called his family and said he would not go home at night, Li Yan squinted and stared at him.

After hanging up the phone, Li Yan's dry and white lips parted, "You won't take care of me all night, will you?"

"Who told me to be your father?" Ling Huang only felt that it was very troublesome, and said angrily.

Li Yan grabbed the pillow on the sofa and threw it at Ling Huang. Ling Huang didn't even try to hide, picked up the pillow and patted it with a smile, "You're a sick patient, and you're still so irritable?"

"Why?" Li Yan's eyes were bloodshot, and now even his eye sockets are a little red, "I was attacked by someone, humiliated and almost murdered, and when I fell ill, you?"

[Target: Li Yan, goodwill value +5, current goodwill value: -5. 】

"Because I'm you..." Ling Huang wanted to say that I was your father, but he listened to the system prompt before finishing his sentence. Seeing Li Yan's weak-hearted look in his anger, he couldn't help but pat him again. Pillow walked over and put the pillow behind Li Yan, "Because life is more bloody than novels, I just happened to run into you a few times when you were in a mess. You didn't lose your temper the last two times, so let's take it easy this time. I won't laugh at you, and I won't tell anyone."

Li Yan let Ling Huang grab him to put the pillow on, and was pressed back to lean back, his eyes were fixed on Ling Huang's all the time.

Ling Huang sighed, "You don't want me to disturb you, I'll get you some porridge and I'll go home, don't get excited, you have a high fever, it's better to calm down."

"My father is in prison." Li Yan continued to stare at Ling Huang, with fire in his eyes and injuries.

"...I'm sorry." Ling Huang sighed, straightened up and stroked Li Yan's sweaty hair, "I shouldn't have said I was you...Anyway, I'm sorry."

"When my mother cooks porridge for me, she first breaks the rice with a soybean milk machine." Li Yan said without responding to Ling Huang's words, "The soybean milk machine is in the top cabinet."

"Okay, break it up and cook it again." Ling Huang nodded helplessly and went into the kitchen.

When the porridge was almost ready, Ling Huang saw that there was pickled mustard in the refrigerator, took it out and heated it up a little, put it in a small dish, put it on a tray with the porridge, and put it down on the coffee table in the living room.

Li Yan frowned and lay on his back as if he had fallen asleep. Ling Huang took off the apron on the side, and when he folded it, Li Yan asked in a low voice, "Aren't you going to eat?"

"I'll go home and eat." Ling Huang took the apron into the kitchen and put it away. After tidying up the kitchen, he went to the shoe rack at the door and took out his shoes.

"You..." Li Yan hesitated to speak and only said one word.

Ling Huang looked back at him, "Huh?"

"Don't go." Li Yan sat up and lowered his head to stir the white rice porridge with a small spoon, "Don't go."

If Ling Huang hadn't seen that Li Yan was ill, he wouldn't have taken care of him like this and made porridge for him.Just Li Yan had no intention of keeping him, but now he changed his mind. Ling Huang stood at the door and looked at him inexplicably, wanting to make a clearer statement.

Li Yan took out a spoonful of porridge and blew on it, focused his gaze a little but still gave Ling Huang a helpless look, and lowered his head to eat the porridge, "I'll change the sheets and quilt later, you sleep on the bed, I'll sleep on the sofa. Don't go, I don't want to be alone."

After tidying up the bed and letting it out, Ling Huang put the shoes back on the shoe rack, went back to the living room and sat down beside Li Yan, took out his mobile phone and ordered a set meal of braised chicken and rice.

Seeing Li Yan staring at his phone, Ling Huang decisively placed an order to put away the phone, "What are you looking at? Are you fucking tired of work?"

Li Yan opened his eyes wide and didn't dare to speak back, like a big stupid wolf dog.