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Chapter 972 The God of Wealth and His Beautiful, Strong and Miserable Contestants (137)

The God of Wealth and His Beautiful, Strong and Miserable Contestants (One Hundred and Thirty-Seven)

The parking lot was dimly lit, but Lance's good eyesight allowed him to easily see Song Ning's slightly flushed cheeks and red ears.

He wanted to say no but then took a detour and said, "...I'll leave it to my boyfriend then."

Song Ning felt a little embarrassed but happy, "No, you're welcome."

Song Ning's house has only one bedroom. It was originally there, but he converted it into a room for other purposes because he didn't need it, mainly for live streaming.

When he invited Lance up, he was actually a bit impulsive and didn't think too much about it. It was only when Lance came in wearing the couple slippers he recently bought from the shoe cabinet that Song Ning realized this.

At this time, Lance was placing an order for clothes to be delivered. Money talks, and the clothes he ordered were not cheap, so it was not surprising that some delivery services were included.

Song Ning came over to take a look and his face turned even redder.

This was no different from reminding him that it was he who asked Lance to stay overnight. Song Ning's heartbeat quickened slightly at the thought, but it would be a lie to say that he wasn't looking forward to it.

Lance had been paying attention to his expression. After thinking for two seconds, he sent another message to the contact asking him to come over and bring him some things. In return, he gave him a not-so-small red envelope.

[Other party: ...Okay, I get it. The boss is generous.]

He put away his phone naturally, and Lance couldn't help but reach out and wipe Song Ning's face, which was a little hot.

"Want to take a shower? I can wait a little while. My clothes haven't been delivered yet."

Song Ning's eyes were bright with a hint of doubt, "Not the same..."

He suddenly stopped talking, and then said with a hint of embarrassment, "Okay, then I'll wash up first, and then I'll turn on the computer for you? Do you want to play games for a while or take a rest?"

He stood up and made to leave, but Lance grabbed him and the blue arc in his eyes jumped unbearably.

"Not urgent."

He lowered his head and gave Song Ning a kiss on the lips. Song Ning's face turned red but he still looked up and kissed back with a little obedience and a little eagerness.

The kiss ended due to Lance's strong willpower. He let go of Song Ning's lips and patted Song Ning's lower back to indicate if he could stand up straight by himself.

"Go take a shower first. I'll turn on the computer and watch for a while?"

Song Ning was straightened by him and gradually became conscious.

At this point he wasn't so embarrassed anymore and nodded, "Go ahead, you can use my computer."

Lance: "Okay."

Song Ning took his clothes and went to take a shower. Lance came to his room after a long absence and took a look around.

The room used for live broadcasts was replaced with a familiar-looking ergonomic chair, and the table was also changed to an automatic lift table. On the table was a pot of cute succulents and a vase with some wilted flowers.

Lance came over and took a quick look. He found that there was not enough water in the vase and added some new water.

He sat down on the chair and found a footrest under his feet that felt soft and comfortable to step on.

It seems that his little prince takes good care of himself, which is good.

Lance turned on his computer instead of hanging around in the bedroom.

There is no need to visit the place you will be visiting soon, so it is also good to leave yourself a little bit of anticipation.

The person in charge of running errands came quickly. Song Ning had just walked out after drying his hair and changing into pajamas when he ran into Lance returning to the room with two paper bags, one large and one small.

Song Ning didn't think too much and asked casually, "Why are there two bags? Didn't you only have one set of clothes delivered?"

Lance walked into the room without stopping, and just casually put the small bag in Song Ning's arms.

"Well, not clothes."

"what is that……"

Song Ning opened the small bag and looked at what was inside, and her face turned red instantly.