"Have you sent away the people outside?" Huahua said mysteriously.
Lingyin was confused: "Where are the people from outside?"
"No? You've been guarding me at the door, afraid that I would run away without paying. This shabby toilet is full of gold and jade, and it doesn't even have a window. Otherwise, someone could jump out of the window." This made him hide in the toilet with lust.
There were no tears. The toilet in this hotel was very comfortable and user-friendly. He sat on the toilet and had a good sleep without realizing it.
Huahua reluctantly put her entire weight on Lingyin's body, her legs so numb that he screamed in pain whenever he moved.
"Why are you so funny?" Lingyin couldn't hold back his laughter anymore, so he squatted down helplessly: "Come up, I'll carry you."
Huahua tried hard to maintain her flawless image to the outside world. After struggling for a long time, she finally gritted her teeth and lay on Lingyin's back. She did not forget to add: "You avoid surveillance and don't be photographed."
Lingyin lifted his buttocks, stood up, and teased, "It's quite heavy."
"It's all your fault!" Huahua bit his shoulder. She was so embarrassed that she just wanted to find a crack in the ground and crawl in.
"Is the constipation also to blame?" Lingyin carried him out of the toilet, trying to avoid the surveillance cameras.
When Huahua heard these two words, she bit down hard again: "I'm not constipated!"
"What is that?"
"Can't a person be poor but have short ambitions? Huh! If you hadn't made me angry, could I have been taken advantage of and bought a broken bottle worth ten million? I'm not as wealthy as you and my brother!" Huahua held his arm with both hands.
He hugged her tightly and buried his head deeply, fearing that he would be caught by the camera. He was a very image-conscious person outside, so he absolutely did not want to be caught taking pictures.
He stopped talking to Lingyin, moved his head, and buried it deeper and deeper, leaning on Lingyin's shoulder. Lingyin's heart skipped a beat, and he walked softly with him on his back.
Huahua was particularly nervous when she met the staff on the road.
He asked in a low voice in Lingyin's ear: "That bottle..."
"It's okay. If you like it, we'll buy it." Lingyin's local tycoon was full of tyranny, and his eyes were full of teasing: "Just don't hide in the toilet from now on. You can stay there for two hours without getting tired of the smell?"
Huahua snorted, her beautiful peach blossom eyes filled with relief from the aftermath of the disaster. She hugged Lingyin's neck tighter and murmured, "I don't like that broken bottle at all. It's a big loss."
"Are you still angry?" Lingyin hesitated and said, "I was a beggar when I was a child. It is an organized criminal group that specializes in abducting children and the elderly to make money. I hate the so-called beggar gang. I don't mean to target you, it's just that
I hope you won’t make such a joke with me. Those so-called younger brothers they live in such a miserable life.”
Huahua let out a surprised sound, as if she had heard him mention it before: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bring back bad memories of your childhood. I was really just joking. I won't do it anymore. You just think I'm a bitch.
Go in and go out on the right, okay?"
The two of them turned into the hotel parking lot, and Lingyin lifted him up again: "Well, okay. But you also have to promise me one thing."
"you say?"
Lingyin said: "No matter when or where I am, I will never really get angry with you, let alone leave you alone, so don't hide and solve problems by yourself in the future, okay?"
Huahua's heart felt warm and strange. He was curious: "Why are you so nice to me?"