Chapter 963 The God of Wealth and His Beautiful, Strong and Miserable Contestants (128)
The God of Wealth and His Beautiful, Strong and Miserable Contestants (One Hundred and Twenty-Eight)
Song Ning's words gave Brother Le a shock.
"What do you mean by less than 100 million? You can still spend 100 million on your partner. Is your partner going to build a plane or a cannon?"
Brother Le laughed as he spoke, "I never thought you could make such a joke, Xiaoxiao."
Brother Le didn't believe it, after all, it was 100 million.
Who would believe that someone would spend 100 million yuan on their partner? Although it was less than 100 million yuan, it sounded like it was 100 million yuan first and then less than 100 million yuan. Naturally, Le Ge didn't really take it to heart. He just thought that Song Ning, who usually doesn't joke, would occasionally joke.
What he didn't notice was that Lance, who had been sitting quietly beside him, suddenly became profound in his eyes because of Song Ning's words, and a different meaning flashed in his eyes.
If it was what he thought, less than 100 million should mean buying the SXT team. So did his little prince spend all the money on himself from the beginning?
The three of them just had a simple meal. After all, the three people sitting here were busier than the other.
In order to thank Brother Le for his help, Song Ning specially picked a time when all three of them were free.
Brother Le was also very satisfied. He took the autographed photo he had just received from Lance and went back to continue the live broadcast.
On the way back, Lance drove as usual.
Song Ning was actually used to it. But when he got in the car today, he was obviously a little hesitant, standing outside the passenger seat and hesitating for a long time but didn't get in.
Lance rolled down the window and asked, "Aren't you going to go back?"
"I..." Song Ning glanced at him, "No, I have to go back."
He got in the car and the Bluetooth in the car automatically connected to his mobile phone.
Song Ning had never noticed this before, but now that he suddenly noticed it, he felt a little uncomfortable.
"By the way, the amount you just told him was less than 100 million," Lance suddenly mentioned this, with a hint of sarcasm in his tone, "If it's what I think, someone might have set their sights on me from the beginning."
Just as Song Ning was about to pull the seat belt fastened, he paused. A hint of pink quickly crawled up behind his ear, and he knew he couldn't escape.
"…So what?"
He simply gave up and turned around to stare at Lance fiercely.
"I just like you, okay?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a shadow fell. Lance unbuckled his seat belt, turned sideways, and placed his hand on the back of Song Ning's neck. The heat from his palm made Song Ning subconsciously turn his head to the side.
The dim light in the car allowed him to only see Lance's profile. He couldn't tell whose heartbeat he was hearing next to his ear, the thumping heartbeat seemed to want to break the ambiguity in the atmosphere.
"Okay, I like you too."
The faint scent of aftershave and the low whisper in his ear approached, and Song Ning's mind went blank and he closed his eyes subconsciously.
A chuckle accompanied the praise, "Good boy."
Before Song Ning could blush, a kiss fell upon her.
In the quiet car, Lance's kiss was as gentle as Song Ning had imagined. His hands grasped the seat belt helplessly, then he couldn't help but clumsily grab Lance's collar, and finally crossed them behind Lance's neck.
At this moment, Song Ning felt that even time was sweet.