Quick Transmigration: The Villain's Whitewashing Strategy

After withdrawing the cold big hand, Ling Huang took a step back to widen the distance between the two.

Li Er was still that handsome Bingshan with a melancholy face.

He was wearing a long bathrobe, which was tightly wrapped.

Below the neck and above the ankles, nothing can be seen.

Ling Huang cleared his throat and pointed outside, "The refreshments are ready, do you have any other orders?"

"No." Li Er walked in front of Ling Huang without looking sideways and entered the bedroom.

Ling Huang experienced the atmosphere between himself and Li Er, it was not very friendly.

The look of being thousands of miles away from you is as if the smile with the tip of the teeth before was Ling Huang's illusion.

After bowing to Li Er in the bedroom, Ling Huang left the room without the slightest nostalgia.

This night, Allen was probably very busy, busy doing this and that with Ivan, so busy that he didn't have time to harass Ling Huang.

Anyway, back to his old and crowded small bedroom for maids, Ling Huang had a peaceful sleep.

After listening to the training the next day, Ivan stopped him in the backyard like a ghost.

"You." Ivan looked at him, "Go and clean up the studio next to the master room, where a few cans of oil paint were spilled."

Ling Huang blinked blankly, "Mr. Ivan, didn't you knock over that jar of red paint?"

"Me?" Ivan seemed more confused than Ling Huang, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

[It seems that he doesn't know what happened last night. 】Ah Yue said,【Ai Lun, this devil has two brushes, don't underestimate him. 】

[Um. ] Ling Huang put away his confusion, bowed slightly, "Okay sir, I'll go right away."

This time Ling Huang filled a basket full of turpentine, and with the experience of last time, he brought an extra brush with relatively hard bristles.

Went up to the third floor and went straight to the studio, opened the door and went in to find the red and dirty place where Ivan was about to splash the canvas last night and was knocked over by Ling Huang. Hoofprints.

Following the footprints around the large canvas, Ling Huang found the small white elk dozing behind.

"Hey, we meet again." He walked over and knelt down to touch the cute antlers. "You really like to play in the studio?"

Xiao Lu opened his eyes and raised his head, his brown eyes were frightened for a moment, seeing that the person who was smiling softly was Ling Huang, Xiao Lu's eyes relaxed.

"Your hooves are covered with oil paint." Ling Huang took out the turpentine and poured some on the rag, "Come on, let me wipe it off for you first, after you run out and step on everywhere, it will cause trouble for others."

Ling Huang, who turned into a chatterbox when facing small animals, carefully wiped off the redness on its feet, then lowered his head and wanted to kiss this beautiful little creature.

Xiao Lu tilted her head to avoid Ling Huang's movements.

"Dislike me?" Ling Huang went to grab the deer's chin with his clean left hand, and kissed it on the tip of its nose, "I'm not willing to kiss me if others want me to kiss me. I warn you, if you dare to refuse, I will stew you."

Ling Huang could see anger from Xiaolu staring at him.

Hehe happily took out a small apple from his pocket and put it in the palm of his hand, "Hey, the fruit I saved for breakfast today is for you to eat."

The deer hesitated for a moment and opened his mouth. Just as he was about to bite the apple, Ling Huang took the fruit back and took a big bite and chewed vigorously.

【Ah Huang, you are so childish. 】Ah Yue couldn't help complaining.

Seeing the little deer standing up to leave, Ling Huang threw his arms around the deer's neck and brought the remaining apple to the deer's mouth, "I'm just kidding, I'll eat it for you."

Small animals also have a temper. The deer gave Ling Huang a cold sideways glance, and touched Ling Huang's cheek with its horn. After losing control, the deer ran out of the studio with brisk steps.

After Ling Huang finished eating the apples, he started to clean the floor. When he looked up by chance, he found that the part of the painting of the black and white legion battle that had been splashed with red oil paint had been repainted, and the new color covered the stains underneath.

On the side of the White Army, there was another face that he could recognize.

"Li Er?" Ling Huang stroked that face with his fingertips, "Is he fighting side by side with Allen?"