As Luo Ling walked out of the restaurant, Luo Ling stopped and stuffed all the things to him.
"I bought too much. I have to walk a long way back to the palace. I can't take it anymore. Let it be put there first. I will go to pick it up if I have time," said Luo Ling.
"good."
Still the same word.
"Then I'm leaving?" Luo Ling looked at him and threw a big package into his arms and said
"Okay... no, I'll take you to the gate of the palace."
Zhang Shaoliang reacted and quickly said, it was getting dark, how could he feel assured that she would go back alone?
"Don't worry, Black Panther must be following me in a place I can't see. Oh, it's really a difficult thing for him today. You should go back quickly and rest early."
Luo Ling turned around and wanted to leave, but Zhang Shaoliang suddenly stretched out his hand and held her arm.
"What's wrong?" Luo Ling looked back at him.
"No, nothing, it's a bit dirty."
Zhang Shaoliang smiled, and the hand holding her arm loosened it, but pretended to help her flick the sleeves, as if there was really some dust there.
"Okay, it's getting late, I'll leave and see you back."
"See you back."
Zhang Shaoliang stood at the door of the restaurant, staring at Luo Ling in a daze, walking away. The pretty and charming figure gradually melted into the frosty night, gradually drifting away until there was a little left.
"Customer, we are going to close, you..."
The waiter's voice came from behind him. Zhang Shaoliang suddenly came to his senses and walked away from the restaurant door.
Along the way, he was a little lost. He held a large package of toys that Luo Ling threw to her tightly. He was holding the folding fan that Luo Ling gave him.
The folding fan said, "We are good people."
It's very funny. If he saw someone's folding fan writing this way in a few days, he would definitely laugh at him.
However, when he looked at the folding fan in his hand, he also smiled, very clean, and smiled from the bottom of his heart.
I kept staring at her during the day, but I didn't pay attention to when she bought the folding fan and when did she teach people to write these on the folding fan.
When he suddenly returned to the bamboo house, Shuiyue was waiting at the door with a burning look on her face.
"The Master of the Sect."
Seeing his snail-like figure from afar, Shui Yue quickly approached him nervously and walked up, and found that he had nothing to do, but his expression was a little dazzled, and he grinned from time to time, which made Shui Yue feel in his heart.
Straight hair.
He helped him to the door of the bamboo house. As soon as he climbed the steps, Zhang Shaoliang's face suddenly turned into a pig's liver.
"Sect Master, what's wrong with you?" Shui Yue became more and more worried.
"Shuiyue, I...I want..."
Before he finished speaking, Zhang Shaoliang spat out with a "wow" sound. The dinner that Luo Ling invited him to have turned into a piece of filth at the entrance of the bamboo house.
“Wow…um…”
Another sound...
Not having trouble or not, Zhang Shaoliang's expression was filled with regret and regret.
"I've eaten it for nothing, and I've vomited if I don't have any left..."
Zhang Shaoliang looked like he was crying but no tears. When Shuiyue helped him in, he muttered in a low voice: "It's a waste of food, it's really. Ling'er finally invited me to a meal, but it was actually me.
I vomited completely, it's really..."
I'm afraid I can hold on.
Shuiyue thought sourly in her heart, Luo Ling invited him, so he naturally ate without leaving any left. How could there be such a stupid person? Is he really the leader of the largest intelligence sect in the country? Could it be an impersonation?