Quick Transmigration: The Villain's Whitewashing Strategy

After the morning training the next day, Ling Huang was stopped by Ivan in the backyard, and the doubts in his heart could no longer be aroused.

Anyway, in his opinion, this manor is like this, day after day it makes people speechless.

"Master Earl repaired these leather shoes overnight, let me bring them to you." Ivan maintained the demeanor of a senior servant, and opened a cardboard box on his hand.

Ling Huang saw that it was the pair of work shoes that he dropped in the racecourse last night.

It's just that the lace of this leather shoe seems to be broken, and it is now carefully stitched with golden thread.

The heels and soles of the shoes, which were not wiped much before, have been wiped as clean as the uppers.

"Mr. Lao Yifan is here." Ling Huang took the box, "I'm really sorry for causing you trouble."

"I didn't do it. As I said, it was repaired by the Earl himself. I was just ordered to bring it back to you."

【Li Er, Earl of the Vampire, a nobleman, can I fix your shoes with my own hands? ! 】 Ah Yue was stunned.

Looking at the pair of shoes again, Ling Huang found it unbelievable, "Master Earl, do you want to do it yourself?"

"In order to fix it, the Earl's fingers were pricked in two places." Ivan said with a light smile, "There is one more sentence for you, the Earl hopes to obtain your forgiveness."

Forgive me for what?Ling Huang felt sour in his heart, he nodded slightly to Ivan, "My lord count is serious, I am just a maid who does rough work, and I am not qualified to talk about forgiveness."

"There is some rubbish in the studio that needs to be cleaned up. Bring your tools and go clean it up." Ivan changed the subject and stopped entangled in the above topic.

"Okay sir, I'll go right away." Ling Huang nodded.

The moment Ivan turned around, Ling Huang let out an "Hey", and when Ivan turned back to look at him, he pointed to Ivan's cheek, "Is your injury serious?"

"Small injury, I accidentally touched it." Ivan said with a smile, "Thank you for your concern."

Where is the rubbish on the studio floor, the pile of debris is the Bailu music box that Ling Huang smashed last night.

He swept up all the pieces and put them on the cloth in the basket, ready to take them out and throw them away, but when he passed by the rows of easels at the door, he saw this thing was painted in a painting.

That painting is a child lying on the table playing with a music box, with a very bright smile, carefully identifying the child's resemblance to Li Er's.

It turned out that the music box was Li Er's childhood toy.

This guy, Allen, robbed the souls of the servants in Lier's family, and also robbed the things he liked to play with when he was a child.

It was so boring, so Ling Huang became even more speechless.

By coincidence, Ling Huang put a basket of fragments in his hut.

After work at night, he lit the lamp and tried to put the pieces back together with the superglue used to repair leather shoes.

[Li Er helps you repair his shoes, so you want to help him repair his music box? 】

[Important things can be painted on canvas, right?This thing is definitely not simple. ] Ling Huang held a small piece of debris and carefully applied glue on it, [Besides being Alan's tool to control people, maybe it has other meanings. ]

"Hello!" Allen yelled, and Ling Huang almost fell off the bed in shock.

He immediately clenched his fist and was about to punch in the direction of the sound, but Allen ran away one step faster than him, "Don't, don't do it, just talk if you have something to say."

"Bullying the weak and fearing the strong." Ling Huang let go of his fist and glared at him, "What a good-for-nothing devil."

"What do you know?" Allen sat down on the edge of the bed next to Ling Huang, "I came to ask you, why did you help me fix this thing?"

"It's not yours." Ling Huang didn't bother to look at him, and lowered his head again to glue the glued pieces together, "The music box belongs to Lier, right?"

"He gave this thing to me a long time ago, so it's mine." Alan pointed at a pile of debris with his hand around Ling Huang's waist, "You stick it better, if it can't be repaired, I want you to take your soul." Lost."

"Can you speak well?" Ling Huang turned his head and stared at him, "If not, please get out of here mellowly?"

"Yes." Allen nodded immediately, and pushed Ling Huang's waist with his hands, "Quickly continue to repair."