Quick Transmigration: The Villain's Whitewashing Strategy

In fact, Li Xing's upbringing is very good.

In this small apartment full of home-style atmosphere, Li Xing never took a second look at those pillow hand-made posters.

Until Ling Huang put the game console on the TV cabinet, he searched through the box to find the three sets of game discs that Li Mo had promised.

Li Xingcai said: "If I hadn't come to the place where you live, I might still not be able to connect you with the word otaku."

"I can convince you in a second that I am a geek." Ling Huang got up and went to the closet to find a baseball cap and put it on his head.

A large character "宅" is embroidered on the forehead of the hat.

"How is it?" Ling Huang pointed to his head.

Now Li Xing is a different person who always loves to smile, and gave Ling Huang a thumbs up with the corner of his mouth curled up.

[Li Xing, favorability +10, current favorability: -30. 】

"Do you still eat takeaway?" Ling Huang pointed to the takeaway lunch box.

"Eat." Li Xing took out two meals from the large lunch box and randomly distributed them to both sides of the table.

The house was almost dry, Ling Huang carried the big game console box, checked the electrical appliances again, and turned off the switch.

Li Xing's schedule for this day is probably reserved for the honored guest who missed the appointment, if that person doesn't come, Li Xing will just have nothing to do all day long.

The driver came to pick them up, and Li Xing and Ling Huang sat in the car chatting and returned to Li's home.

Ling Huang, who thought he was coming back late, wanted to surprise Li Mo, so he hurried to Li Mo's room.

But Li Xing always followed him, making him a little speechless.

"Eldest Young Master." Ling Huang stopped at the door of Li Mo's room, "Do you want to go in and see Fourth Young Master?"

"I want to play games with you." Li Xing pointed to the box in Ling Huang's hand, "I haven't played this kind of console game for many years, so I'm rarely free today."

Instead of going to the company, play games at home?Whose overlord is this, hurry up and take it away.

When Ling Huang opened the door, he was still wondering where Xia Jie had gone and why he didn't guard the door.

"Fourth young master, I'm back." A joyful voice suddenly sounded in the darkness of the room.

There was the sound of hurried footsteps running over from the bed and pounced on her.

Ling Huang was hit and fell back.

"Hey!" Li Xing hugged Ling Huang's receding body from behind, and after a moment, he quickly took his hands away and raised them up.

There was Li Xing at the back, and Li Mo in front of him, Ling Huang was stuck in the middle and couldn't move.

With a "snap", Li Xing patted the light switch on the wall.

As soon as Ling Huang raised his head, Li Mo's face was in front of the tip of his nose.

Looking back, his entire back was close to Li Xing's chest.

"Fourth Young Master!" Ling Huang pushed the person in front of him vigorously, "Don't hug your brother so tightly! I'm still holding my heart between you!"

Yes, Li Mo had long arms, and the one who hugged him was Li Xing's clothes behind him.

Still gripping tightly, wishing to squeeze Ling Huang into a runny egg yolk.

The wail worked.

After Li Mo came to his senses, he grabbed Ling Huang's arm and dragged him behind him.

Then face to face with his brother Li Xing glaring at each other.

The innocent Li Xing still dared not touch Ling Huang's two hands that were raised high.

I have to say that Li Xing, as the eldest brother, can still interpret some of Li Mo's emotions.

Continuing to make surrender forms, Li Xing said innocently, "I didn't do anything."

Li Mo slowly raised his left hand and pointed to the door.

"Let go of me, my arm will break!" Ling Huang struggled behind Li Mo.

Li Mo remained unmoved, and stubbornly pointed at the door to see off the guests.

This game seems to be unplayable.

Li Xing glanced at Ling Huang who was still digging at Li Mo's fingers to save his own arm.

Li Mo took a step to the side, blocking Li Xing's sight.

Li Xing pursed his lips and stared at Li Mo probing for a few seconds.

"Li Mo!" Ling Huang's arm was really about to be pinched, and he kicked Li Mo's back knee in desperation.

Taking advantage of his knees softening and his body swaying, Ling Huang dropped the game console box and chopped Li Mo's wrist with his other hand.

After regaining his freedom, Ling Huang cursed and jumped up and gave Li Mo a strong snap of the head.

Li Mo reached out to grab Ling Huang's neck and fight back.

At the last moment before touching, Li Mo's hand stopped an inch away from the back of Ling Huang's neck, and did not move.