Quick Transmigration: The Villain's Whitewashing Strategy

At this moment, Ling Huang didn't know where the pain point of Li Zheng's stable -70 points of goodwill was. He was in a hurry and couldn't say anything to the point, but thought of the acacia flower that Li Zheng was very curious about when he was painting.

After finishing speaking, there was only waiting, and the obvious trembling of the body in the movement of holding Li Zheng tightly in his arms was telling Ling Huang's fear of the unknown power of the next explosion.

The passage of time in seconds seems to have slowed down. Even if the heart count reaches 0, Ling Huang still dare not let go.

Li Zheng twisted her body, put her face on Ling Huang's chest and shouted in a muffled voice, "Let me go! I'm going to suffocate to death!"

Ling Huang didn't move.

"It won't explode! This bomb is fake!"

Ling Huang thought he heard it wrong.

But Li Zheng repeated this sentence again, and Ling Huang let him go slowly.

Li Zheng took several deep breaths and laughed out loud when he saw Ling Huang still in shock.

Ling Huang sat up on his knees and stared at his smiling face, his body shaking more violently.

"Hahahaha! Ouch, I won't be killed if you do this? Do you know that if this kind of bomb really explodes with a trigger attached, it can blow up our mountain? Hahahaha..."

Ling Huang's heart rate didn't even have time to calm down, he only knew that he was being tricked, he was so nervous that his clothes were drenched in sweat just now, it was just because of Li Zheng's inexplicable joke.

He raised his clenched right fist, aimed at Li Zheng's left face and punched it down.

"Fuck..." Li Zheng instinctively wanted to fight back after being punched, but his movements stopped two inches from Ling Huang's face.

Ling Huang's face was so pale that even his lips were bloodless. After swallowing a few times, he slowly got up, his legs were so weak that he couldn't use any strength, and he supported the wall next to him.

"I didn't expect you to save me..." Li Zheng pulled out the mess stuffed around his waist, sat up and looked up at Ling Huang's obviously weak standing posture, "That..."

Seeing Ling Huang bent down to pick up the small silver key, Li Zheng wanted to throw the key into the toilet and flush it away.

While Li Zheng was hesitating, Ling Huang inserted the key into the keyhole where the iron chain was tied around his neck, tried to twist it, but couldn't open it.

"Is it interesting?" Ling Huang took off the key and lowered his head to ask Li Zheng with a sneer, "Isn't it boring?"

A drop of water from Ling Huang's sweat-soaked hair landed at Li Zheng's feet.

Throwing the key on Li Zheng, Ling Huang turned his face away and closed his eyes for a few seconds, and when he turned back, he had lost all emotion.

Walking into the kitchen, he opened the refrigerator and was shivered by the cold air blowing towards his face. Ling Huang whispered, "Omelette, winter melon pork rib soup, rice, one serving."

Li Zheng stood up and scratched her head timidly, "It's done for two, I can get fresh ingredients, so you don't have to save too much."

But Ling Huang still only took two eggs, a small piece of wax gourd and four or five pieces of pork ribs.

Li Zheng looked at Ling Huang's expression and movements, and the joy of playing tricks on others disappeared completely.

The only thing left is the sweet warmth with a slightly sour taste after knowing it, and the guilt of knowing that it has chilled a heart.

Walking behind Ling Huang, Li Zheng said softly, "You rest, I'll cook."

Ling Huang didn't respond, and skillfully knocked the egg into the bowl.

Li Zheng noticed that Ling Huang's hands that beat the eggs continued to tremble slightly, but he couldn't see anything unusual on his face.

"It's not as delicious as your cooking, but I still know how to cook." Li Zheng tugged at his arm again, "I'll cook more, we'll eat together later."

Ling Huang's egg-beating hand paused, and he replied, "Get lost."

"How about I untie the chain for you?" Li Zheng pulled the chain around Ling Huang's neck again and made a tinkling sound, "I believe you won't..."

Ling Huang gritted his teeth, put the bowl and chopsticks on the countertop, turned around and punched Li Zheng in the stomach.

Li Zheng was so painful that his facial features were distorted, and he wanted to fight back.

But Ling Huang pointed to the kitchen door, stared at Li Zheng's eyes, the corners of which were red, and growled "Get out!" again.

Li Zheng stopped her attacking action, covered her stomach instead, and looked at Ling Huang briefly, then went to the living room obediently.