My ex-girlfriend thought I was poor, so I made 100 million by betting on stones.

Chapter 1709 How to Sleep

"Don't look at me as just a sheep. Sheep are incredibly smart..."

Zhao Zhuwei didn't know what theme song she was singing.

Yang Feng listened to her humming and said speechlessly, "Miss, can you sing something that is appropriate for your age?"

"Oh~"

Zhao Zhuwei muttered, then changed the tune and sang: "Under the big tree in front of the door, a group of ducks swam by. Come and count them, how many are there..."

Yang Feng was silent.

The songs this girl listens to seem to be similar to those in the senior class of kindergarten.

But soon, Zhao Zhuwei seemed to have thought of something and changed to another famous song of Shui Yunmeng.

“May the light of equality illuminate all directions, let love flow, and erase the pain of the past…”

This song was sung by Shui Yunmeng a long time ago when she debuted.

As her die-hard fan, Zhao Zhuwei sang quite well.

Yang Feng lay on the bed and didn't care how Zhao Zhuwei sang.

It just stopped with the sound of running water.

Zhao Zhuwei jumped out and then jumped directly onto the bed.

Followed by.

Yang Feng heard the bed creaking, as if it was almost crushed.

Yang Feng, who was originally thinking, was interrupted. He turned around and looked at Zhao Zhuwei, and said speechlessly: "Can you be quiet? If you break the bed later, the hotel will ask you to pay for it."

"If this bed breaks so easily, they should be the ones paying for it. The quality is not good at all."

Zhao Zhuwei muttered.

She was wearing pajamas, which made her look quite cool in this season.

The white gauze skirt just covers half of the thigh.

Zhao Zhuwei's slender white legs were exposed, coupled with her lively and extremely beautiful face.

Her hair had not been dried yet, but it had a special mood.

Yang Feng glanced at her and said helplessly: "Why don't you go blow dry your hair first."

"I just checked, the hair dryer in the hotel is broken."

After Zhao Zhuwei finished speaking, she looked at Yang Feng expectantly.

Yang Feng rolled his eyes and said, "You're not going to let me help you dry your hair, are you?"

"Hehe, you're so good, you can definitely do it."

Zhao Zhuwei's excited expression.

Yang Feng shook his head and said, "Then go stand by the bed."

"oh oh."

Zhao Zhuwei immediately ran to the bed and stood beside it.

Yang Feng raised his hand, and his spiritual power turned into a gust of wind, blowing through Zhao Zhuwei's hair.

In an instant, the hair was blown up by the wind and moisture began to evaporate in the air.

Zhao Zhuwei was braving the wind, but she still shouted, "Please bring some warm air. It's really cold here."

"you shut up!"

Yang Feng had an angry expression.

This young lady really uses herself as a hair dryer.

Zhao Zhuwei laughed, and after a while, when she felt her hair was dry, she jumped onto the bed in surprise and said, "Great! I didn't expect that you, Yang Feng, actually have this kind of martial arts."

"This is a shitty martial art."

Yang Feng had a speechless expression and said, "You should learn how to use your spiritual power better than this thing."

"Hey, you're here."

Zhao Zhuwei was as nonchalant as ever.

Yang Feng looked at her relaxed look, feeling somewhat helpless, and said, "If one day I am gone, then you will have to be self-reliant."

"It's okay, I'll just go out and play with you then."

“You can’t have fun everywhere.”

"I don't care, you can't leave me behind."

Zhao Zhuwei said, jumping on the bed again, "This bed doesn't seem to be very solid."

"I told you not to jump."

Yang Feng hit her long white legs in annoyance.

Zhao Zhuwei felt pain and said, "Ah! Please don't hit me~"

The two were fighting in the room.

But they didn't know what was happening outside the door at this moment.

Originally, Chen Xiaojing and Wei Yang were about to come over and ask them to go out together.

After hearing the noise inside, the two stopped at the door almost at the same time.

"Damn, these two are playing pretty wild."

Wei Yang swallowed.

Chen Xiaojing glanced at him unhappily and said, "What are you thinking about?"

"It's not what I was thinking. Didn't you hear me? This bed is about to fall apart, and... and..."

"Shut up."

Chen Xiaojing took a deep breath and said, "Forget it, let's not invite them."

"Then let's go out and pacify it ourselves?"

"It's not a big deal. It's enough for us to get out anyway."

Chen Xiaojing agreed.

The two had actually received intelligence and heard that there was a commotion outside, so they were preparing to go out and help maintain order.

But when they heard the noise in the room, they immediately stopped knocking on the door.

It’s just that Yang Feng and Zhao Zhuwei seemed to be unaware of the situation outside.

After Zhao Zhuwei was beaten, she lay down obediently beside him and said with a smile: "Yang Feng, do we need to make any preparations for going out to play tomorrow?"

"Just bring some water, but it doesn't matter. Even if the desert is dry, there will always be moisture."

Yang Feng's tone was calm.

They are all ancient warriors, so they won't feel thirsty so easily.

Secondly, even if there was a real shortage of water, Yang Feng could easily use his spiritual power to condense water from the air.

Zhao Zhuwei was full of energy and said, "Then let's bring a power bank tomorrow. If we really see something interesting, we will definitely be able to..."

She was ready to say something with great energy.

But when she turned around, she found that Yang Feng was no longer talking to her. Instead, he was lying on the bed with his hands supporting his head, staring blankly at the ceiling, as if he was thinking about something.

Zhao Zhuwei puffed out her cheeks and moved closer with some displeasure.

Her cheek suddenly appeared in front of Yang Feng, blocking Yang Feng's view.

"Hey, I'm talking to you."

Zhao Zhuwei's dissatisfied expression.

Yang Feng glanced at her and said, "I'm thinking about something."

"What are you thinking about?"

"He's coming here today, doesn't it mean that they do have a very important purpose here?"

Yang Feng narrowed his eyes and said, "He seems to be reminding me to abide by the previous agreement."

"It's the agreement that neither you nor Sister Murong can make a move."

"Well...otherwise the river wouldn't have suddenly appeared here."

Yang Feng pondered and said, "Actually, if he fights me, he should not be my opponent at all now, but by then..."

Yang Feng felt that this caused too much trouble.

When Yang Feng was thinking, he suddenly saw Zhao Zhuwei blinking at him.

Being stared at by her like this, Yang Feng actually looked at Zhao Zhuwei seriously, which was unusual for him.

This young lady often dresses like this at home, so Yang Feng has gotten used to it.

But when they changed places, especially when they were lying together with Zhao Zhuwei staring at him like that, Yang Feng couldn't help but look at Zhao Zhuwei instinctively.

"Hey, how are we going to sleep at night?"

Zhao Zhuwei asked curiously.

Yang Feng looked at her, then suddenly hugged Zhao Zhuwei, who was only wearing a thin gauze skirt.

Zhao Zhuwei only felt her waist being hugged by Yang Feng in an instant, and her whole body suddenly tensed up.