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Chapter 523: Four Games of Cruise Ship Hunting (4)

The storm lasted all night, and huge waves hit the cruise ship sailing on the sea again and again, like a leaf struggling hard on the water.

After daybreak, the wind and rain gradually weakened.

The sea was foggy and the surrounding scenery could not be seen clearly.

The broadcast announced that we would arrive at our destination, Thanatos Island, tomorrow afternoon.

One day later than expected.

Tang Xuning was not affected at all.

Song Yuesheng fell into the sea and died. What happened in the future will not happen, and she will not be injured. Everything is moving in a good direction.

"Are you happy because of Sheng Qiwen?"

Tang Xuning came back to his senses, put his hands on his chin, and said with a smile: "You have so little confidence in yourself, Ruan Jing, how do you know that I'm not happy to have dinner with you?"

“So it’s because of me.”

Ruan Jing laughed softly, his voice was gentle, but there was no fluctuation in his eyes.

Just like all the roles he has played.

He thinks an interesting person is one who can't figure out what's happening.

such a pity.

Tang Xuning is only occasionally interesting.

Like now.

It was too easy to guess what she wanted.

suddenly.

Ruan Jing's eyes lit up, his gaze looked somewhere, and he spoke lightly.

"Eh? Miss Song, you actually came to have breakfast today."

Immediately after the game ended, most of the tourists on the cruise ship chose to catch up on their sleep, so there were not many people in the restaurant in the morning. Coupled with Ruan Jing's sudden raised voice, Song Yuesheng was sure that everyone here heard it.

Song Yuesheng did not admit it. He turned around and said, "You've made a mistake," then took the buns and soy milk and left.

Anyway, she used false voice and wore a mask because of the cold.

She took antipyretics last night, and her fever has just subsided. She doesn't have the energy to act with the male and female leads.

"Ruan Jing, you really made a mistake. She is not Song Yuesheng."

Ruan Jing turned around and looked at Tang Xuning with a half-smile: "Why are you so sure?"

Tang Xuning said calmly: "I have lived in Song Yuesheng's house for twenty years. How could I not recognize her? The person just now was so weak and timid, not like Song Yuesheng at all."

This is the sea, not a river.

Besides, the storm last night was so severe that even if Song Yuesheng could swim, he would not have survived.

"That's it."

Ruan Jing touched his chin.

The two of them continued chatting about this and that.

Tang Xuning felt that the atmosphere was just right and asked to take a group photo with everyone.

On the surface, they are friends I know now.

But Yang Qingqing and the others had already said in the group that they had something to do.

It was just her and them who took photos today.

She just didn't read the group message.

It's not a lie.

However, Ruan Jing refused, giving the reason that he "could not stand the behavior of businessmen like He Xiu, Bai Sheng and Qiwen."

Tang Xuning knew that he was disgusted.

But for some reason, she felt that it was not that simple.

The thought flashed across my mind.

She quickly set off to find the others.

Tenth floor, room 1011.

The TV program was blaring.

There was a woman sitting on the sofa opposite.

She was covered with a thick blanket and biting the bun listlessly.

They say illness comes like a mountain falling.

She finally experienced it today.

Song Yuesheng touched his forehead.

Not hot anymore.

But it was so uncomfortable that I had a headache.

"Dong dong dong."

There was a knock on the door.

Song Yuesheng paused the video on the remote control and turned to look at the door. "Who is it?"

"Room Service."

"I didn't call you, go back."

"A Miss Tang Xuning asked me to come and clean. Miss, could you please open the door?"

The staff were innocent and polite.

Song Yuesheng put the half-eaten bun back into the bag, put on a mask and went to the door.

The person seen through the cat's eye is indeed the cleaning lady.

She unlocked the door and stood a little further away.

"Auntie, I'm not familiar with Tang Xuning. If she asks you to clean this room again in the future, please refuse directly. If I accidentally lose any valuables, you will be held accountable."

Just now.

A brisk voice came from far away.

"How can you lie? Tang Xuning has lived in your house for twenty years. Apart from your parents, there should be no one she knows better than you."

Song Yuesheng snorted.

Sick, sick.

My mind is confused.

How could I forget Ruan Jing whom I met in the restaurant just now.

She was about to close the door, but he pushed it hard.

The cleaning lady was also there, trying to persuade her earnestly to reconcile with Ruan Jing, saying that being an idol wasn't easy and that as a girlfriend she should be more considerate of him.

If she hadn't said a few perfunctory words, my aunt would definitely have lobbied her as an uncle.

"I thought you were going to explain, but I didn't expect you to just go along with it."

Ruan Jing walked towards her, leaned down, aligned his eyes with hers, and a playful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Song Yuesheng, you want to be associated with me so much."

The sudden intrusion of heat made Song Yuesheng feel uncomfortable.

She stepped back with a frown on her face.

"I'm going to take some medicine and go to sleep soon. If you don't leave, you will bear the consequences."

Ruan Jing was stunned and looked at her a few more times.

"sick?"

Song Yuesheng was helpless, his voice hoarse: "Just try falling into the water last night."

The woman was wearing a mask that covered most of her face.

On the table was a cup of steaming hot water and some half-eaten buns.

The blanket on the sofa looked thick.

Soul...

After thinking for a moment, Ruan Jing walked over, picked up a strand of her hair and wrapped it around his hand.

"Song Yuesheng, I have a folk remedy for curing illnesses, would you like to try it?"

His voice was low, the hint obvious.

"You can refuse, but you have to show the same sincerity. For example, tell me that you... um!"

Ruan Jing felt a sudden pain in his chest, causing him to step back involuntarily and fall onto the sofa.

Before he could react, another punch landed on him.

"I told you to leave because I was sick, you didn't understand, right?"

"You don't understand that you will suffer the consequences, right?"

Ruan Jing groaned in pain.

Your fist is so powerful, how can you look sick?

"Since you don't want to leave, then stay."

Ruan Jing raised his eyes and saw a black oil-paper umbrella in Song Yuesheng's hand.

"What do you want to do?"

His eyes were dark and his voice was much more serious, totally unlike his usual teasing tone.

Song Yuesheng held his head with his hands and tried to answer with all his strength.

"The Soul-Breaking Umbrella is my life-long weapon. It can be transformed into an ordinary object and worn on the body. Ruan Jing, you are lucky to be the first person to be tied up."

She patted his face innocently.

"Don't worry, it's a ribbon, not a rope. You won't die, and you won't get hurt."

If it were any other time, Song Yuesheng would have known that the Soul-Breaking Umbrella had turned into a hair band.

But she had a cold and felt dizzy, so she didn't realize that the Soul-Crushing Umbrella that could turn into a black ribbon was strange.

Ruan Jing felt uncomfortable in two ways.

One is what Song Yuesheng called his natal weapon.

He looked miserable.

Second, because he had no strength to resist, his hands and feet were quickly tied up by Song Yuesheng.

Song Yuesheng didn't know what Ruan Jing was thinking. After tying him up, she pinched his face.

"I'm going to take some medicine and go to sleep now. I'll let you go after you wake up. Just be quiet."

She seemed to be really sick, her body leaning limply on the sofa.

Head nod.

The breath against his ear was hot.

A blush passed across Ruan Jing's face.

I don’t know if it’s because of anger or something else.

Seeing Song Yuesheng really leave, he shouted hurriedly.

"Untie me!"

"Song Yuesheng! Come back!"

"Come back!"

Ruan Jing was responded by the sound of a door slamming mercilessly.

Tang Xuning said that every demon hunter's life weapon is determined from birth.

But what about Song Yuesheng?

Her umbrella can not only change color, but also change shape.

The worst one is the succubus, who is the natural nemesis.

As soon as he saw it, he couldn't use any strength.

"Song Yuesheng, you'd better not let me go, otherwise..."

boom!

A pillow hit him, interrupting Ruan Jing's angry words.

"Stop making noise, or I'll seal your mouth!"