"Gong Zihua, I'm serious with you." Jing Jiaren fastened her belt and put on her cape.
"chest."
"Breasts..."
"Jing Jiaren, don't imagine anything!" Gong Zihua shouted angrily, her face suddenly changed in pain.
"I'm not thinking about anything. You must be too conscious." Jing Jiaren walked up to him in a funny way and helped him tie the lace up, "It's not a good time to stay here for a long time. I'll help you go. Let's go to the platform first.
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Mong Zihua's whole body was in embarrassment and pain. Jing Jiaren helped him put on his cloak and hat and helped him leave the concentration camp.
She didn't know what was going on with Leng Lintian, but at least things were going smoothly here.
Jing Jiaren took out her mobile phone from her body and sent a message to Leng Lintian...
This is their secret code. Once the rescue is successful, they will send an OK expression.
Carrying Gong Zihua, she walked towards the road she came from. This side was relatively remote. The men in cloaks were lured away by Leng Lintian. They had a smooth journey along the way.
Even this guy Gong Zihua was probably seriously injured. He was walking unsteadily and his mind was not clear.
Halfway through, his body became a little crooked, and he felt like he fell to the ground several times.
"Mong Zihua...what's wrong with you?"
"My young master is dizzy!"
"Keep patiently, we'll be there soon..."
"..."
"If you faint here, I can't even carry you if you are so tall."
Gong Zihua shook her head, trying to clear her vision, but her legs were still spinning as she walked.
Poor guy, he was still energetic when he was hanging on it. Maybe it was because he really fell badly just now, right?
A small amount of guilt surged in Jing Jiaren's heart, and she heard Gong Zihua's deep and resentful voice say: "Jing Jiaren! Do you know how much I want to beat you now?"
"Huh?" Jing Jia felt even more guilty. She really didn't mean it.
"Why did you give me a shrunken cloak!" Gong Zihua stared at the half-foot that was exposed.
His big feet were naked when he walked on the ground, and they were lying on his back before going to bed.
Jing Jiaren almost stopped laughing, he still cared about this at this time.
"Does it make sense for you to ask me to wear this damn cloak!?" Gong Zihua yelled in confusion, "You are here to amuse me on purpose!"
"The steward is not tall enough. People here are generally short, as you know." Jing Jiaren said with a smile, "Can't you play the role of a hunchback? Your rickets are long enough."
Gong Zihua was instantly alert: "Damn it, you!"
"Yeah, I saw it then..."
"..."
"That fall was really cool."
"..." Gong Zihua gritted his teeth, "Jing Jiaren! Have you seen everything!?"
Jing Jiaren smiled: "I saw you being arrested with my own eyes, otherwise how would I have known that you were going to be stewed and rushed to save you?"
When Gong Zihua thought of the image of him being chewed up by a dog after falling, he was not very happy anyway, and there was a strong aura of confidence lingering around him.
Jing Jiaren looked ahead, the station was almost there...
In order to focus Gong Zihua's attention, otherwise he would faint, she asked again: "What are you doing here?"
"Nonsense, what are you doing here?"
"I came to see my son..." Jing Jia's heart was filled with star.
"I'm ready to escape." Gong Zihua curled her lower lip. She had really had enough of being imprisoned in this damn underground kingdom.