Chapter 127 Faster, don't stop!
Murong Ting looked puzzled: "Who said I weigh 200 pounds? I only weigh 146 pounds, my body fat percentage is just right, very standard!"
Kong Wange: "..."
Look at you showing off. At this crucial moment, who's going to argue with you about weight?
Murong Ting turned his head away: "I advise you not to waste your time. You'd be lucky if pigs flew."
...
Ten minutes later.
"Hey, move a little to the right, it's angled here, you can't reach it."
"No, no, it's too far to the right, a little more to the left!"
"Oops, the position is wrong again."
"Murong Ting, are you a hairdresser? Don't you even know what 'a little bit' means?!"
Murong Ting, impatient from below, said, "Can you please stop yelling? If you're so capable, then you can do it down here!"
Kong Wange was even more annoyed: "I can handle this by myself, why would I need you?!"
Outside, Lin Cheng led Murong Chen over, intending to check the situation, when he overheard these few sentences of conversation. Lin Cheng immediately exclaimed, "Holy crap!"
Murong Chen, standing nearby, was a little confused: "Uncle Lin, what are Daddy and Mommy talking about?"
Lin Cheng quickly covered Murong Chen's ears: "Young Master, go away, go away, this is not something you can hear."
Murong Chen: "?"
Lin Cheng inexplicably pulled him a long way before letting go of the hand on his ear.
"Uncle Lin Cheng, why won't you let me listen?"
Lin Cheng said with a meaningful look, "Kid, don't listen to or look at what you shouldn't. Young Master, I must say, your trick of turning on the air conditioner is really brilliant. It was worth the money I spent out of my own pocket to give Young Master Ting the umbrella set!"
He couldn't help but feel secretly pleased as he spoke.
Wow, Young Master Ting and his wife are so exciting! But this young wife is truly worthy of being called Chanyi, as Young Master Ting is on the bottom while she is on top.
Tsk, I wonder if Young Master Ting's old back can handle it.
"Young Master, come on, let's go back to the room. I'll go pick up Young Master Kong Chi and Miss Kong Ran from school later. You can go and release Young Master Ting and his wife in two hours!"
"Uncle Lin Cheng, do you mean our plan succeeded?" Murong Chen nodded excitedly: "Then you go ahead and get busy, remember to tell Brother Chi and Sister Ran the good news!"
Lin Cheng gave an OK sign and left happily.
In the storage room.
The two tried for a long time but couldn't open the window.
Murong Ting, who was carrying Kong Wange, was so angry that he was speechless.
After a long pause, he stood there expressionless and said, "Kong Wange, are you deliberately messing with me?"
Kong Wange gritted her teeth and said, "Who cares about playing with you? Blame Lin Cheng! That idiot betrayed his master, his heart is despicable!"
Murong Ting: "You think I don't want to kill him? The premise is that we open the window to let in some fresh air first. Listen, this is the last time. If you still can't open it, don't blame me for throwing it down."
Kong Wange, sitting on his shoulders, quickly grabbed his head upon hearing this: "Murong Ting, if you dare to do that, I'll twist your head off!"
Murong Ting gritted his teeth: "Let go of my hand and hurry up and stab me!"
"Okay!" Kong Wange said, exasperated, as she continued to broom and sweep.
During the process, she couldn't help but ask again, "Murong Ting, are you unable to carry me? If you really can't carry me, just say so. Please don't drop me."
Murong Ting took a deep breath: "If you keep nagging, I'll throw you right now. Hurry up."
Kong Wange fell silent.
It's fine if you don't move around in this little room, but it gets even hotter once you start moving.
Murong Ting carried her, his mind buzzing.
After a long while, a joyful voice finally came from above: "Hey, it's open!"
Murong Ting breathed a sigh of relief and squatted down to put Kong Wange down.
As he stood up, he felt dizzy and nearly lost his balance.
When he came to his senses, he found himself holding Kong Wange's waist, his head buried in her shoulder.
Startled, he jumped back a step, immediately looked at his kidney, and asked, still shaken, "Did you prick me with a needle? Were you trying to take advantage of me?"
Kong Wange: "...Go to hell."
Murong Ting: "..."
He looked around, not finding any needles, and replied nonchalantly, "Who told you to have a criminal record?"
Kong Wange glanced at him: "I can find an hour of stamina anywhere else, why do I have to rely on you?"
Murong Ting was so angry he wanted to argue, but it was the truth.
But it was clearly his inability to move that affected his performance that night.
Seeing that he seemed to have fainted from the heat, Kong Wange pointed in a direction: "You stand over there, where the wind can get in."
While you're at it, let me blow away the narcissism that's gotten into your head.
To Murong Ting, there was no sarcasm, only concern.
He nodded subconsciously and walked over in a few steps.
The wind blowing in from the skylight washed away his sweat, making him feel much more comfortable and clearing his mind.
He belatedly realized what was happening and looked at Kong Wange: "Aren't you going to play a tune?"
Kong Wange rolled her eyes at him: "I dare not go over there. What if you get stuck with me because you look so scared?"
Murong Ting: "With a mouth like yours, which man would dare to marry you?"
"Oh, so you're trying to praise yourself as a warrior in a roundabout way? Sorry, but now you're only fit to be an expired warrior."
Murong Ting was completely blocked, and angrily got up and moved to the side: "Come if you want, don't come if you don't want to!"
Seeing this, Kong Wange hesitated for a moment before slowly getting up and sitting in the spot where he had just been sitting.
A cool breeze blew by, and the two of them remained silent for a moment.
Time passed by, and before we knew it, night had fallen.
Kong Wange was woken up by the cold while she was still half asleep.
The weather is like this, with a large temperature difference between day and night.
It's scorching hot during the day, but freezing cold at night.
She saw that Murong Ting was also asleep against the wall next to her, so she took out her phone and glanced at it.
It's past eight o'clock, and the door still isn't open.
She rubbed her head, got up, and nudged Murong Ting: "Wake up."
Murong Ting opened his eyes: "What's wrong?"
Kong Wange shoved her phone in front of his face: "It's past eight o'clock."
Murong Ting gave a vague "hmm".
Kong Wange tucked her phone into her pocket, her heart pounding with anxiety: "Why isn't Lin Cheng here yet? Does he really want us to spend the night here?"
Murong Ting paused slightly, as if only now realizing what was happening.
He rubbed his face and coughed lightly: "Perhaps it will arrive soon."
Kong Wange had already given up hope. She got up, strolled around for a bit, then turned and asked, "Murong Ting, when did you have your last meal?"
It would have been fine if we hadn't talked about food, but the moment we did, Murong Ting felt a sudden pang of hunger.
He subconsciously rubbed his stomach: "Good morning."
Kong Wange glanced at him: "What a coincidence, me too."
Murong Ting: "..."
He silently cursed Lin Cheng eight hundred times in his heart, "He's locking up prisoners, but he won't even give them a bite to eat."
Hunger struck her and she couldn't resist, so Kong Wange started searching around.
"This storage room is full of junk; there's nothing decent to eat here," Murong Ting said sarcastically from the side. "I advise you to save your energy and not waste it..."
"Ha, found it!"
His words were interrupted by Kong Wange.
He was slightly taken aback when he saw Kong Wange walking out excitedly with a bag of something she didn't recognize.
He frowned: "What is this?"
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