Chapter 342 Return to Yesterday 23

Chapter 342 Return to Yesterday 23

Lingyao and the other two secretly held a small meeting.

"It seems that the danger this time is probably in this escape room."

"After we go in, we must follow Song Huaian closely, but the room will be dark and it may not be convenient to move."

After Gu Jiu and Zhang Ziyi finished speaking, they both turned their eyes to Lingyao.

There was 100% trust in his eyes.

"What do you think, Captain?"

"I'm not the captain." Lingyao refuted as usual under the gazes of the two men, and then continued speaking slowly.

"He smells like cigarettes."

Gu Jiu and Zhang Ziyi didn't quite understand: "But these people basically smell of cigarettes."

But what Lingyao said is indeed a good idea.

Gu Jiu immediately realized that he could replace the smell of cigarettes with other smells.

"I think we should send some fried chicken to Song Huaian. I am sensitive to the smell."

Speaking of fried chicken, Gu Jiu even reacted immediately and swallowed a mouthful of saliva unconsciously in his throat.

After becoming an idol, he has eaten fried chicken only a few times.

Zhang Ziyi next to him glanced at him with disdain.

He complained: "Have you ever seen someone playing an escape room while holding fried chicken? I think you should just eat two bags of konjac to refresh yourself. You are so greedy that you are a pervert, and konjac is low in calories."

It was still raining outside, and the wind blew in gusts of cool wind, making people shiver.

Those who wore coats pulled them tighter.

Chen Lang and Song Huaian stood at a distance from Lingyao.

Chen Lang sat on the stool, holding his clothes tightly, looking at Lingyao who was wearing a short-sleeved shirt and shorts.

He couldn't help but turn around and give Song Huaian a look, signaling Song Huaian.

Song Huaian followed Chen Lang's line of sight.

His eyes paused for a moment, then quickly retracted.

"What?"

"Oh." Chen Lang curled his lips when he saw Song Huai pretending to be serious.

He looked at Song Huaian jokingly, with a cheeky expression: "Nothing, nothing, I just had a twitch in my eye."

This sentence made Song Huaian hold back all the words he had prepared to say.

The key point is that Chen Lang, who knew that Song Huaian was pretending, still didn't forget to chatter beside him.

"Oh, it's so cold, I'm shivering even if I wear long sleeves and long pants. If I wear short sleeves, I'll have a fever. If my body is not well, I'll be uncomfortable for several days. Oh, my life is miserable, miserable..."

The silent person next to him suddenly raised his foot and kicked his stool, and Chen Lang was shaken.

Fortunately, I didn't use too much force and didn't kick him off the seat.

But when he sat up, the person who had just sat on the chair had disappeared.

Chen Lang laughed and scolded: "What a shame, you are such a sultry guy."

Of course, he only dared to say this behind others' backs.

The other side of the room.

Lingyao stood straight beside the pool table.

I cursed the wind eight hundred times in my heart, and my lips turned white with coldness.

But he didn't shake at all.

But the coldness in his eyes became more and more obvious.

A still warm coat was handed to her, and the owner of the hand holding the coat didn't look at her, but just lowered his head to look at the ground.

"Put it on, it will be even colder in the car later."

It's hard to tell whether the tone was one of concern or something else.

Lingyao looked at Song Huaian, who was only wearing a short-sleeved shirt, and did not answer.

With a stern face, he said, "No, put it on yourself."

If she gets frostbitten, so what? If she freezes to death, so what?

Anyway, dying in the game makes no difference to her in reality.

But what if he gets sick from the cold and can’t survive!

How can she complete her mission!

This fragile baby, the God of Wealth, really made her worry.

Song Huaian didn't understand why Lingyao looked at him like that.

Disagree and a little angry?

What are you angry about?

But before he could figure it out, Zhang Ziyi, who had just gone out, had already returned.

He was carrying a lot of bags.

Soon he handed two large bags to Lingyao.

The bag was open, and it was obvious that a coat was inside.

Song Huaian knew why she didn't take his clothes.

His expression remained unchanged, he just withdrew his hand and prepared to put his clothes back on.

Chen Lang, who had been stealing glances from the side, couldn't help but give Song Huaian a sympathetic look.

Alas, our iron-blooded tough guy Ang has lost his first battle. Look at his stiff posture and movements when he puts on his coat.

Your heart must be broken!

"Wait." While Song Huaian was getting dressed, Lingyao suddenly spoke.

He bent down and rummaged through one of the bags for a while, then took out a large coat.

It's a black hooded sweatshirt.

It's obviously a style and size for boys.

Lingyao handed over the clothes: "Go change."

The tone was so natural that people who didn't know would think they had known each other for a long time.

Song Huaian was accustomed to her natural tone and didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

Just looking at the clothes frowned slightly.

The fingers on the clothes tightened.

"How do you know my size?"

She knew there was a problem, she even hugged it.

Although he is a little thinner now than when he was an adult, there is no major change.

The figure is also good.

Although she thought so, Lingyao naturally couldn't say it.

"My eyes can only blink but not see?"

Song Huaian was choked by Lingyao, feeling that it was right and wrong at the same time.

The key point is that after Lingyao handed him the clothes, she took out a black jacket of the same style from her pocket and put it on.

Hers is a women's style, and it looks cool and aloof on her.

The girl was wearing this black sweatshirt and took out the last bag of things from her pocket, probably a gift for buying clothes.

The shape is very unique and I can't tell what it is. It's black and looks quite abnormal.

Only one piece.

Lingyao took out the candy and handed it to Song Huaian: "Do you want to eat it?"

Then, before Song Huaian could answer, he immediately took it back.

As he peeled off the candy wrapper with his fingers, he said, "Hmm, it looks a bit strange, so let me try to see if it's poisonous."

As he said that, he opened his mouth with a serious face and took a bite.

So sweet.

Lingyao held the candy, her face pale.

She wanted to try it because she saw that the sugar was black and looked extremely ugly.

But I didn't expect it to be so sweet.

I pinched the thing in my hand with my fingers and wanted to throw it away secretly.

But she had just met the God of Wealth baby.

Would it be bad if food wasted?

Lingyao is ready to make a great effort, the second is sad, the third is exhausted, and the fourth is... a private Marseille.

When Lingyao swallowed the second mouthful with an expressionless face, she almost choked on the sweetness.

He held it up with a stiff expression.

Song Huaian, who was standing next to him, saw all of this and suppressed the smile on his face.

The long feathery eyelashes droop downwards.

Taking it from Lingyao: "It looks delicious, I'll try it."

Lingyao felt soft in her heart as she watched Song Huaian take the food and eat it slowly.

I just want to put all my bank cards in Song Huaian’s hand... and let him see them.