After wearing the interstellar, His Majesty is so handsome

Chapter 139

At night, the financial manager of Shengwang Group stared dumbfounded at the string of extra zeros on the group's account.

This is the stupid son of a landlord's family.

Is this filling in all the belongings?

In the future, this stupid son will live in the game and won't come out?
No, he wants to find the account number of the silly son and take care of him from time to time.

The manager frantically operated on the brain, and finally saw the account with a recharge of over [-] million.

"A walking girl's dream? Such a coquettish nickname. I remember you."

At this time, Murong Cheng still didn't know that he was missed by the financial manager, the wolf, like a sheep.

He took Song Jinsheng to the bamboo forest where the swing was built.

Song Jinsheng looked at the strange thing in front of him that was only made of bamboo and rope.

Seeing Song Jinsheng's doubts, Murong Cheng explained: "This is called a swing. Sit on it and try it."

When Song Jinsheng heard this, he saw a bamboo board at the bottom of the rope.

She guessed that Murong Cheng asked her to sit there.

He approached the bamboo board and sat down.

When Murong Cheng saw Song Jinsheng sitting on the swing he made himself, he couldn't help but curl his lips.

There is an unstoppable sense of satisfaction in my heart.

"How does this work?" Song Jinsheng had never played with this kind of thing.Then he asked Murong Cheng.

"You sit down, hold on tightly, and I will push you."

After Song Jinsheng finished listening, he held onto the rope tightly and closed his eyes subconsciously.

Murong Cheng walked behind Song Jinsheng and gently pushed her back.

Song Jinsheng felt that he was suddenly shaken to the height.

As a result, when I opened my eyes and looked down, it was not as high as the usual scooter.

But the suspension car and scooter she usually rides on is stable, and she has never felt as good as this swing.

Swinging from below into the air, and then falling from the air, this process is very wonderful.It's something she's never felt before.

At this time, the bamboo grove was quiet, neither of them spoke, only the swing was creaking, and everything was quiet.

Murong Cheng is very satisfied with such a life, and he hopes to continue like this forever.

But his wish could not be realized.

Because Han Bao is here.

"Hey, Song Jinsheng, what are you two doing? What fun is this, let me play for a while."

As soon as Han Bao came in, he saw two people standing and sitting.

My boss sat on it and swayed, looking quite amusing.

Can't help but want to sit up and play.

When Murong Cheng heard Han Bao's voice, his face darkened.

I wish I could grab him and throw him over the wall.

I still want to sit on the swing he made for Miss Jinsheng, do you deserve it?
Before Song Jinsheng could speak, Murong Cheng walked up to Han Bao to prevent him from approaching Song Jinsheng.

"It's for girls' house. You're a big man playing this, so don't be ashamed."

Han Bao curled his lips and retorted: "It didn't say that men can't play anymore. Besides, I don't think it's embarrassing. There's nothing to be afraid of after playing for a while."

Han Bao has always been thick-skinned about what he wants.

To him, face is nothing, and getting what he wants is the kingly way.

Murong Cheng's face darkened again.

"I did this, I don't allow you to play with it. You can't even compete with Miss Jinsheng." Murong Cheng really didn't expect Han Bao to be so thick-skinned.

In the Zhou Dynasty, no one could refute him face to face.

He must not let him defile the swing he made for Miss Jinsheng.

No one can sit on this swing except Miss Jinsheng.

Just like the steamed fish he made for her back then.

Seeing Murong Cheng's firm attitude, Han Bao gave up the idea of ​​sitting on the swing.

"Okay, it's okay if I don't sit down, I can't fly as high as my aircraft."

Han Bao suddenly felt that his surroundings were very cold.He took out thicker clothes from the game warehouse, and put them on in a flash.

(End of this chapter)