One Hundred Thousand Reasons For Krypton Gold

  Chapter 37 Canary's Self-cultivation (2)

   "Hey?" The little girl blinked innocently, "This is my phone."

  "Why are you here?" The witch sneered, "You have no right to choose. Bring it."

  Lingqiong scratched her chin, thought for a few seconds, and gave her the phone.

  "You will live here in the future. Today is nothing to do with you. Don't leave the room if you are okay."

  After speaking, the witch walked away and closed the door with a ‘bang’.

  Lingqiong calmly took out another mobile phone from her pocket.

  Who doesn’t have two phones yet!

  ...

  Lingqiong found the light source switch in the room, but after pressing it for a long time, the light source maintained the same brightness.

   is about the brightness of 5W, which is very dark.

  The curtains in the room are even better. There is a wall behind it, and there are no windows at all.

  "..."

  Is this people living?

  Selling yourself is so miserable?

  Fortunately, the other supporting facilities in the room are no problem, except that the lights are not bright and there are no windows, everything is of high quality.

  I always feel that I have entered a strange copy.

They come, the security…

  Sleep first.

  In case you have to fight monsters for a while!

  ...

  Lingqiong woke up until eleven o’clock in the evening, she touched her grunting belly, her face wrinkled slightly.

   "No dinner..."

  This is too much!

  Lingqiong opened the door and went out. The corridor outside the door couldn't see her fingers, and there was no light. She took out the phone to illuminate.

  The corridor of this villa is extraordinarily long, and there are many turning designs.

  Lingqiong walked for a long time, feeling that she was probably... lost.

  Which idiot designed it.

  Lingqiong scolded while finding her way.

  When Lingqiong was about to be unable to hold it, and wanted to go offline and retreat, I saw a person in front of him, with golden and shining characters on his head—Shen Han Deng.

  Lingqiong: "..."

  Ok, this is the target person she is looking for.

  The man standing there was wearing white pajamas and stepped barefoot on the carpet. He faced the direction of the curtain and stood there quietly, not knowing what he was looking at.

  If it weren’t for the three golden words on the head, it’s actually a bit scary.

   is no different from getting up in the middle of the night and bumping into a ghost in white clothes in the hallway.

  Lingqiong looked back and forth, carefully moved over.

  The distance is shortened, and Lingqiong can also see the appearance of Shen Han Deng clearly.

  It is a face between a teenager and a young man. It has both the maturity and the childishness of a young man.

  Lingqiong swallowed, and her eyes began to shine.

  She can.

  She can do it again!

   "Shen...Young Master?" Ling Qiong called.

  Shen Handeng turned his head, his dark eyes looked at her, without emotion, he gave a cold look.

  "I'm new here." Lingqiong introduced very well, "L... Ye Qingtang."

  Chen Handeng did not speak, his eyes were as dark as ink, dark and deep, unable to see the bottom.

  Lingqiong: "..."

  Shen Han Deng: "..."

  The atmosphere is a bit awkward.

  The words on the head of Shen Han's lamp began to fade, and within ten seconds before and after, they were completely invisible.

  The surrounding area suddenly plunged into darkness, Lingqiong had to turn on the phone screen.

  The person who was standing in front of her just now was several meters away from her.

   "???"

  Is this a ghost?

   Ling Qiong tangled down, followed up, "Do you know how to go downstairs?"

  Shen Handeng did not respond, so he continued to move forward.

  "..."

   Dumb?

  That's not right...The witch didn't say that her young master was dumb.

  Shen Handeng turned two turns and suddenly raised his finger in a direction.

  Lingqiong looked along, and Shen Handeng turned around and left.

  Lingqiong grabbed him and whispered: "It's strange here. Come with me."

  Shen Handeng was pulled by Lingqiong's wrist, and he shook her away with great reaction, "Don't touch me!"

  Shen Handeng's voice is nice, but it's a bit fierce.

  I’m not dumb...

   "Sorry, I'm a little scared, I don't know you have this habit." Ling Qiong's voice was soft, apologizing sincerely.

  Shen Handeng rubbed his wrist and stopped talking.

  "I just came today and I am not familiar with this place, but I'm so hungry, can't you really go with me?"

  The screen of the mobile phone is weak, which may reflect the expectation and softness in the eyes of the little girl.

  In such an environment, it seems particularly pitiful.

  Shen Handeng rubbed his wrist and stared at her for nearly a minute.

  He lifted his foot and walked in the direction he was pointing.

   Lingqiong tick the corner of her mouth and immediately follow.

  ...

  Shen Handeng took Lingqiong to the kitchen. He stood at the door of the kitchen, and when Lingqiong entered, his lips slightly opened.

   "You can't find anything to eat."

   Lingqiong: "Huh?"

  Shen Handeng hung his head and kept rubbing his fingers against his wrists, which did not explain what he meant.

  Lingqiong scratched her head and continued to search in the kitchen.

  There is no cooked food in the kitchen.

  But I found some ingredients in the freezer.

  She took the ingredients and turned around to show off to Shen Han Deng, "Isn't this for food?"

  Shen Handeng: "Born."

   Lingqiong: "Isn't it enough to cook?"

  "..."

   Lingqiong's eyes rolled, "You can't do it?"

  Shen Han Deng twisted the beginning.

   "It's okay, you are a young master, you don't need to do it yourself." Lingqiong comforted him intimately, "I think I was in the days when I was in the clothes to stretch out my hand and open my mouth, hey..."

  The little girl sighed.

  Shen Handeng didn’t know if she didn’t hear her muttering, or if she did not want to respond.

  Lingqiong wanted to turn on the light, but there was no response for a long time.

  "..."

  What the **** is this place!

  Not even a light is on!

   "You help me get the mobile phone lighting." Ling Qiong shot the idea on Young Master Shen.

  Young Master Shen leaned against the kitchen door, hearing Lingqiong’s request, there was no response.

  "..."

   Forget it.

  He is a young master.

  Dad does it himself!

  Lingqiong looked for a place to put her mobile phone, but she didn’t find a good place, so she stretched out a hand next to her.

  Ling Qiongshun looked at his master.

  Young Master Shen looked at her coldly without speaking.

  Lingqiong’s lips were slightly bent, and she handed the phone to him, paying attention not to touch him.

"You are a good person."

  Young Master Shen stepped back two steps, turned the light source of the mobile phone at the cooking table, moved his eyes directly away, and looked away.

  ...

  Lingqiong fried steak and cod and served them on two plates.

  Although it is not as beautiful as the outside, it smells very good.

   "Eat some?" Lingqiong handed Shen Handeng a knife and fork.

  Shen Han did not pick up the lamp, his eyes fell on the plate.

   "Don't worry, it's absolutely delicious." Lingqiong sells herself and is confident of a group. "Although the appearance is not very good, the taste is definitely professional."

  Shen Handeng shook his head.

  ...

  Shen Handeng didn’t want to eat it, Lingqiong had to solve it by herself, anyway, she didn’t eat dinner either.

  Supper and dinner together.

  Lingqiong sat at the dining table outside to eat. Shen Handeng stood there first, and then maybe tired of standing, and sat opposite Lingqiong.

  Shen Handeng didn't look at her at first, but his eyes fell on her from behind.

  Lingqiong glanced at him, and Shen Handeng immediately looked away.

  Lingqiong continued to eat, and Shen Handeng looked back again.

  Lingqiong aimed at him, and the latter quickly moved away.

  After several times, Lingqiong pushed over the plate that he hadn’t moved, and said softly, “I can’t eat it anymore. You can eat it for me. It’s a waste of waste.”

  Shen Handeng pursed her lower lip, quite sternly, "Yeah."

  Shen Handeng eats very elegantly, each piece of beef cut is about the same size.

   deserves to be the young master.

  Lingqiong finished the last piece of her plate, holding her small face and looking at the person opposite.

  Shen Handeng is probably accustomed to the gaze of others, and Lingqiong’s sight did not affect him.

  (End of this chapter)