Quick Transmigration: The Villain's Whitewashing Strategy

Strolling around the garden aimlessly, a thorny vine entangled Ling Huang's foot.

Some small voices came from the flowers, it was Alan's voice.

"My puppets are all over the manor, you can't escape my sight wherever you go."

Then Ling Huang was tightened by the vines that wrapped around him, and the spikes pierced into his ankles one by one.

After tearing off the plants manipulated by Allen, Ling Huang neither wanted to go back to his maid's dormitory, nor to go to places with vegetation. There were countless question marks in his head, but he really didn't want to open his mouth to ask again.

Thinking that there might be hidden clues in the paintings in the studio, Ling Huang slapped his head and ran into the mansion straight to the third floor.

When passing by the double doors of the master room in Li Er, there were the low laughter and panting sounds of Alan and Ivan overlapped in the crack of the door.

Ling Huang closed the door tightly.

[The servants are all asleep, no one can hear their voices, why did you close the door? 】

[Li Er may...] Ling Huang stopped at the door of the studio in the middle of his sentence and was stunned for a while.

Ah Yue waited for a while and asked, 【Is it for Li Er? 】

[Alan treated me that way before, did you notice Li Er's eyes? ] Ling Huang gently pushed open the studio door and began to grope for the light switch on the wall, [I think that although Li Er is silent, his desire to control and possess should be very strong. ]

[Then do you think that Li Er has a desire to control and possess all the servants? 】

[How would I know? ] Ling Huang touched the switch and clicked his finger, [I'm not good at dealing with people who don't talk much, so I think Alan must be trying to hit Li Er by messing around like this, so he won't waste his energy on things that Li Er doesn't care about. Bar. ]

A few wall lamps were turned on, and Ling Huang began to draw one by one from the door and read carefully.

The four or five paintings are all about Li Er's childhood life. In the picture of the White Deer Music Box being squatted down and handed to Li Er by a female elder, Li Er's surprised eyes are vividly expressed by the paintbrush.

Lying on the table behind the painting of laughing and playing with the music box, Li Er, who is a little older and about ten years old, is staring at another child curiously.

The kid in ragged clothes was dragged and introduced to Li Er by an old-looking adult.

The stiff, poor child did not look at Li Er, his dirty little face was turned to one side. The painting did not indicate what the little boy was looking at, but judging from the direction in which the painting was placed, the little boy was looking at the picture in the next painting. Music box on the table.

In the later scene where Li Er grows up and rides a horse, another little boy also grows up a bit, and the old clothes are replaced by the neat tuxedo of the valet.

"Is this Alan?" Ling Huang said to himself, stroking the tip of the nose of the little boy leading the horse with his fingers, "This hooked nose is just like Alan's."

【Hmm...probably...】

"It's him."

Suddenly, a deep male voice came from inside the studio blocked by the easel, which surprised Ling Huang a little.

It's no wonder that the bedroom was once again occupied by Allen, and the honorable Earl didn't want to find another place to stay.

After rectifying his emotions, Ling Huang walked around the easel and bowed slightly to the person sitting at the innermost window in the room, "Lord Earl."

"You can continue to look at the painting if you want." Li Er didn't turn his head, still sitting under the window with his back to this side.

"Yes, YourLord." Ling Huang nodded and replied according to the standard, and then asked after a little hesitation, "Can I also see those paintings covered by white cloth?"

"If, you are willing to be my personal maid." The man's posture was upright, his head was lowered, he didn't know what he was doing, and his words were understated without any ups and downs.

【Ah Huang, you didn't hear me clearly, I can repeat it for you...】

Not only did Ling Huang hear clearly, his heartbeat was disrupted, but Ah Yue's sudden intervention dispelled all his nervousness.

Not knowing whether to thank Ah Yue or scold him, Ling Huang silently rolled his eyes, and stretched out his hand to tear off the white cloth on the most recent painting.

[Wow goodwill value +5!Reverted to 0! 】

Li Er turned around after hearing the sound.

Ling Huang's eyes were gentle, "Yes, MyLord."