The woman led them to the two rooms at the far western corner: ‘These are your rooms. I’ll go to the kitchen and prepare some snacks. When you’re done packing, come to the living room to eat.’
Hua Ling walked into the room on the outside by himself, and Jiang Yu followed unceremoniously.
Hua Ling turned to look at him and pointed his thumb at the next room: ‘Your room is over there.’
Jiang Yu was puzzled: ‘What do you mean your room and my room? Haven’t we always slept together?’
Jiang Yu usually rested in Jianli when he had nothing to do, and there was no special room for him at Hua Ling’s house. This time, he naturally felt that he could return to Jianli when he had nothing to do. There was much more space there, unlike being trapped in a small room, with his hands and feet tied.
Hua Ling put his hand on his forehead: ‘Do you still want to go back to Jianli to sleep?’
Jiang Yu had a ‘what else?’ expression on his face.
Hua Ling put the ancient sword wrapped in heavy rough cloth into the cabinet: ‘We’ll go back this time and buy you a book to think about.’
Jiang Yu: ?
‘On the self-cultivation of actors.’
Erlianzi couldn’t understand it more and more. The only thing he understood was that this woman must be talking badly about him again!
However, the adults don’t count the petty people’s mistakes. It’s unbecoming to argue with the younger generation.
‘Hey, do you know why the person in the bed is unconscious?’ Jiang Yu, in the posture of a senior giving a lecture, sat down in the armchair by the window and put his legs up directly on the end of Hualing’s bed.
Hualing’s face sank, and with a wave of his hand, he kicked his feet off: “Why?”
Jiang Yu was about to explode, but then he thought of something and unusually restrained himself. He leaned back in the armchair with satisfaction and said condescendingly, ’Beg me and I’ll tell you.’
Hua Ling simply ignored him, tidied up, pushed the door open and went straight to the main room.
Jiang Yu glared at her back, ‘…’ Damn woman, let her die!
It was the third watch of the night.
As soon as Hua Ling opened the door, she saw Jiang Yu standing outside the door with an unhappy expression.
Hua Ling smiled, ‘Oh, guarding the door for me?’
Jiang Yu frowned, ‘Cut the crap.’
Hua Ling threw him the sword in the cabinet: ‘Yes, let’s go.’
Hua Ling spread his palm, and a line of black gas extended from the palm, forming an invisible line that led to nowhere.