Transmigrating Into a Violent General’s Sweetheart Breeder

A small group of curled up slowly opened, and the two cool paws that were tilted upwards carefully pressed the back of Ling Huan's hand, and pressed it down with a bit of strength, trying to reason with Ling Huan.

"You pretend, pretend not to see me, I will do you good!"

Ling Huan looked at him with a serious look and couldn't help but laughed, "What benefit are you going to give me?"

The murmurs of servants and the sound of walking footsteps came from the corridor, and the voices were getting closer and closer, and they were about to appear in front of them.

The little hedgehog in Ling Huan's hand closed his eyes in despair, and took the head that had just been exposed a little aggrievedly, his voice was muffled.

"I see, you look so good-looking, are you the person Ma Ma specifically called to arrest me?"

He couldn't help but hugged himself tighter, his nose trembling constantly.

I can already imagine the upcoming scene in my mind, the porcelain plate knocked over by the servant, the piercing scream of the eardrum, and the angry Mrs. Raels rushing over with the feather duster.

"Of course not." Ling Huan stopped smiling and coughed slightly. He probably guessed the identity of this little hedgehog. It may be the under-age alpha young master of the Raels family. "Don't worry, no one will find you. of."

"I will help you keep secrets, and remember to give me benefits."

The little hedgehog was a little uneasy and tightened himself a little bit, holding his palms did not throw him away because of the hard thorns, but hugged him tightly in his arms, suddenly rising up a weird weightlessness sense.

Already very close, at the next corner, they will find their servants seem to be pulled away in an instant.

He could not hear the voice of conversation.

Slowly relaxed his body, revealing a narrow slit. He stuck out his nose uncomfortably and smelled it in the air. The rich fragrance of roses that belonged to the back garden had dissipated a lot, and they seemed to be no longer in the garden.

But only a few seconds have passed.

Ling Huan's left hand hugged the hedgehog lightly, while the other hand easily grasped the white strip used to decorate the edge of the villa, found a few footholds, and easily turned into the window on the second floor.

The room was pitch black. He raised his hand and turned on the warm yellow floor lamp on the plush carpet. With a snap, the color of the room became gentle.

The little hedgehog turned his head to look ignorantly, and found that they had moved to a room!

With a little star in his round eyes facing the window, he turned to stare at Ling Huan admiringly, and touched Ling Huan’s finger with his protruding paw, not daring to believe:

"You, can you fly?!"

Ling Huan raised his eyebrows to look at him, and his refined words shook the children's fantasy, "I won't, I just climbed up just now."

"Even on the second floor! This is so cool! You must be a wind power!"

Little Hedgehog thought he was modest, and stretched out all his limbs with excitement, turned over and stood in Ling Huan's palm.

Ling Huan felt that the thorns on his body seemed to soften a lot in an instant. When he turned around, there was no pain in the palm of his hand, but rather itchy.

With the little hedgehog's movements, something fell off with a snap.

Some embarrassedly lifted the fallen things with his paws and sent them to Ling Huan. The little hedgehog asked anxiously, "This is, this is the little bit of sweet and sour pork ribs I brought from the kitchen just now. , I ate it by tearing it, there is no saliva on it, don’t you feel dirty."

After he took the meat from the kitchen, he held it tightly and held it tightly in his hand all the time, and then clumped himself up so that the meat would not fall out!

"Have you ever eaten this dish? It can only be made by the chef hired by our family. He added a kind of oil produced by Blue Star. It is very fragrant!"

The front paws raised by the little hedgehog have a flattering curve, "This is delicious. Today is like a holiday. They don't usually cook this dish, but I happened to be touched by me today! I threw the bones in. It's in the garden, this is its essence!"

Ling Huan looked at a piece of shredded pork in front of him that was too small, and the milky voice in his ear also showed off.

"Being good for you is more than enough, right?"

Ling Huan laughed, he pushed the meat back.

"It's okay. I don't need to eat it. You can eat it." Reached out and touched the little hedgehog's nose, and touched a bit of oil with a sweet and sour smell. Ling Huan found that his room had become fragrant because of this little piece of meat. Some helplessly said, "What is your name?"

"You can call me Chengcheng! But my surname is Raels. This villa belongs to my family. Isn't it big?"

He didn't know how the outside world distinguished the high, middle and low grades between the nobles. He only knew that the villa was very big, and it took half an hour to get to the kitchen after running away from people in his room.

Cheng Cheng was very proud when he raised his head and introduced his surname, and his voice was three-pointed with confidence. He was not as cautious as he had just pushed the meat over, and his raised chin brought a little aristocratic temperament.

After speaking, he stared at Ling Huan eagerly, "Your wind power is really powerful, do you have an alpha of at least a grade! Are you the guest Ma Ma invited today?"

He quickly stuffed the meat into his mouth, bulging his mouth and chewing while holding Ling Huan’s fingers tightly with his front paws, “I didn’t see it just now, can you use it again? I feel like it was floating just now. Up!"

"I'm just a beta, and I didn't use the ability to bring you up just now." Ling Huan smiled, and he put his back in front of Cheng Cheng, "You are also an alpha, and I didn't smell any pheromone on my body. ?"

Cheng Cheng lowered his head somewhat lost, and his chewing speed slowed down.

Ling Huan touched his chin, and a clear electronic sound came from his consciousness.

[Rails Cheng, alpha b, 7 years old. 】

Hearing his age, Ling Huan paused for a while and asked, "Why didn't Cheng Cheng go to the nursery school?"

Although he vaguely heard Lu Jinbei say that this is a nobleman at the end of the day, he is also a nobleman at any rate, so he can't have the money to send his children to a nursery school, right?

Cheng Cheng's hands drooped, and his voice was a little frustrated, "Because I have no abilities, I can't fly, nor can I breathe fire."

"Ma Ma said that after going to the nursery school, there will be a lot of children with a and s grades. They are better than me. The breeder will like the strong children more, so I will have no cake to eat, but if I am at home, I will always You can eat a Momo cake every week, so we decided not to go to the nursery school last week."

Mrs. Raels has made things simple and beautiful.

To put it bluntly, I was actually afraid that Cheng Cheng would be bullied in the nursery school.

Ling Huan's eyes sank, and he reached out and wiped the sugar stains on the tip of his nose, "Did you sneak out to eat meat today?"

"Yes, we said it's confidential." Cheng Cheng looked at him, "Are you the guest Ma Ma invited here today?"

"Not a guest."

Ling Huan smiled.

"I may be temporarily, your family."

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[Ling Ling: I will call my brother from now on. 】