Chapter 857 The God of Wealth and His Beautiful, Strong and Miserable Contestants (22)
The God of Wealth and His Beautiful, Strong and Miserable Contestants (Twenty-Two)
Song Ning was thankful that he still had masks at home. He put on a hat and a mask and lowered his head, looking like he was going to follow Robot out like this.
Lance didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so he put his hands on his shoulders to stop him, "Are you planning on going out like this?"
Pure·Man in Black·Song Ning showed his eyes, full of confusion.
'What's the problem?'
Lance couldn't help but look at him with a smile, "Not really, there's anything wrong with that, but I think this will actually attract more attention. Then more people might be curious about your identity, little boss, and stare at us. What do you think, little boss?"
Yes.
This statement woke Song Ning up from his dream. After thinking about it, he felt that if he saw someone dressed in black and wearing a hat and a mask, he would also find it suspicious and want to take a few more glances.
Song Ning took off the mask with a hint of shyness, revealing her pink nails, and asked humbly.
"Will this be better?"
Lance glanced at his blushing face and decided not to bully him too much.
"Yeah, much better, shall we go?"
He spread out his hand seemingly casually, and Song Ning put his hand on it almost subconsciously.
The next second, Song Ning: ? ? ! ! !
Lance walked in front as if he had no idea, and just gave a slight smile as a reminder.
"It's quite windy outside today. Little boss, you need to eat more so you won't be blown away."
Lance drove here. As a well-known star player in the league, he has two cars.
One is a supercar that everyone knows about. It is not cheap and is not often driven. It is usually driven out during activities. The rest of the time, it is borrowed by team members to show off. This is something everyone knows.
The other one is a high-end business car that focuses on comfort. Its pure black body and anti-peep glass basically block most of the outside eyes. This is actually the car that Lans uses most often, and it has not been exposed until now.
"I remember your car seemed to be a supercar? Is this another team member's car? It's quite comfortable to sit in."
After getting in the car, the heat on Song Ning's face had subsided a lot. He originally wanted to sit in the back seat, but then he thought it was a bit impolite and slipped back to the passenger seat.
It's just that he sat too close to Lance and he felt like he couldn't breathe. Song Ning took a long time to find a topic.
I even reflected on it in my mind, wondering if it was a bit too abrupt.
Lance fastened his seat belt, grabbed his phone and placed it between the two of them, then backed out.
"They are all mine, but I don't usually use that one, so I let them drive it around. If you want to drive it around, boss, I have another key for you."
Song Ning:?
Why did the topic suddenly turn to this?
He waved his hands quickly, "No, I don't mean to let it go."
Lance said 'oh' and turned to look at him while waiting for the pole, a smile on his face.
"Really? My car is quite fun to drive, boss, you really don't want to try it?"
"Do not……"
A thought suddenly flashed through Song Ning's mind, 'That's Robot's car, and Robot took the initiative to lend it to him'!
Lance looked at him, "Huh?"
Song Ning blushed and changed his words, "...I would be lying if I said I didn't want to drive it. Thank you for lending it to me."
Lance smiled widely, "Well, you're welcome."
The restaurant they booked was a high-end one, with excellent service and confidentiality, and the food tasted okay, but Song Ning was used to it as a commoner, so after he took a few bites and found out how much the dishes cost, his appetite worsened a lot.
He felt it was okay to spend money on people like Robot and SXT, after all, they were professional players who should have won the world championship!
But I find it hard to accept spending money on myself, especially since this meal was paid for by Robot.
Lance didn't notice it at first, but after he figured out the little prince's thoughts, a hint of obscurity flashed in his eyes.
He frowned and quickly covered it up, saying, "Young boss, you don't look very well. What are you busy with recently?"
Song Ning was stunned for two seconds, then his face suddenly turned red and he stammered, "Nothing, nothing, I just stayed at home."
Lance said, "Just staying at home? But I see that your mental state seems a little bad, little boss."
He moved closer, his pupils as bright as sapphires. The moment Song Ning looked at them, he subconsciously held his breath.
"Look, little boss, you have dark circles under your eyes."
Song Ning rubbed his dark circles and stared blankly at the other person as he took his hand back. His head was buzzing as if he was thinking about something but also as if he was thinking about nothing.
Lance took his hand back, "It's a bit heavy. You need to rest well, little boss, and eat well. When I was your age, I didn't do this even after training for three days without sleep."
Song Ning nodded hesitantly, feeling a little ashamed of his crispy skin.
The next second he raised his head again, "Have you ever trained so hard before?"
No sleep for three days?!
Lance didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Was this the point?
Putting a piece of meat into Song Ning's bowl, he changed the subject, "Professional players' training is not hard or not, it's the same for everyone. Little boss, are you free tonight? I saw a new movie was released recently, how about we go watch it together after dinner? I'll buy the tickets now."
Song Ning was dizzy and was about to agree, but the next second he suddenly remembered the duel and shook his head frantically.
"No, no, I, I have something else to do tonight..."
He stuttered and his face gradually turned pale.
Yes, the duel has not been settled yet. If he really loses, how can he stand up for Lance?
Song Ning bit his pale lips, took a deep breath, hardened his heart and rejected Lance's invitation.
"Next time, I'll treat you to dinner and a movie, okay?"
Lance had already guessed something, so how could he say no to Song Ning when he saw him like this?
Even though he didn't want the little prince to do that because of him, but when he looked into such a determined gaze, he found it hard to refuse.
His little prince...
Lance sighed, nodded and smiled to show that it didn't matter. During this time, he went to the bathroom, took out his mobile phone and checked the new record of that ID again.
For a long while, the phone was pressed against his lips, unable to hide his smile and helplessness.
"You're working too hard, my little boss."
After dinner, Lance offered to take Song Ning home.
Song Ning originally wanted to refuse, but then he thought that since he had already refused Lance's invitation to watch a movie, wouldn't it be a bad idea to refuse again?
So Lance followed him into the room again. As soon as he entered the room, he pretended to suddenly remember something and said apologetically, "Boss, do you have a computer? Lend it to me. I'll send some data to the fat guy and the others."
Song Ning nodded subconsciously, "Yes, it's in my study room, you can use it."
Lance glanced at him before curling his lips and nodding.
"Okay, thank you, boss."
He turned and went into the study. Song Ning was still wondering whether to make a cup of tea for Lance. Then he suddenly remembered something and rushed to the study with a pale face.
Lance happened to look up with a hint of surprise. Song Ning's breath stopped, but he heard the other party's smile and kindness, "So the boss has been playing games at home these days. What's there to be embarrassed about? Do you want me to take care of you?"