Kuaichuan is pampered and coquettish

Mu Jinhuai didn't say anything after hearing the words, but kissed Rongshu's hair, "Then go to sleep, good night."

Rong Shu secretly heaved a sigh of relief, then secretly stuffed the cover in his hand into the gap between the bed and the wall.

The next day Rong Shu slept until he woke up naturally, and opened his eyes in a daze. Before he could see clearly what was in front of him, someone grabbed the back of his neck and waist and hugged him.

Mu Jinhuai suppressed Rong Shu's subconsciously struggling hand, and led him towards the sink, "What do you want for lunch?"

Mu Jinhuai placed Rong Shu beside the sink with a dazed expression. His two white feet stepped on the clean floor. He took the toothbrush handed over by the other party, scratched his head and said, "What time is it?"

Mu Jinhuai squeezed some toothpaste for him, "Around one o'clock, I guess you won't have to eat lunch if you sleep again."

Rong Shu yawned, "Isn't that good? It also saves you money for meals."

Mu Jinhuai poked Rongshu's face, "I'll take you out to play later."

There is an amusement park near Qinghai City. Adults, children, or couples usually go there the most. Rong Shu was born in the cat family and was raised as a holy son since he was a child. I used to play with the object, until now I finally realized it, although the object is not a girl.

Mu Jinhuai is tall and handsome, even if he is in the crowd, he can get a lot of people's attention, while Rong Shu's feminine beauty is a bit inferior. After all, few girls would like a boy who is more beautiful than her .

Some courageous girls ran over directly to ask about WeChat. After Mu Jinhuai refused a few times, she seemed a little impatient, and directly pulled Rong Shu's right hand, who was looking around, and clasped his fingers tightly.

For a while, the girls around who were about to move were quiet, after all, what that action represented was really obvious.

Rong Shu was a little embarrassed, "There are so many people here..."

Mu Jinhuai squeezed her fingertips tightly, clasped Rong Shu's hand that was about to retract, and asked in a low voice, "What do you want to play?"

When Rong Shu heard the words, he was immediately attracted attention, blinked, and said expectantly, "Haunted house!"

Mu Jinhuai really knew what kind of virtue Rong Shu was, even if he didn't ask him, he could almost guess where the other party wanted to go.

He was obviously too scared, but he was so enthusiastic about it.

Following the cartoon signposts on the road, Rong Shu dragged Mu Jinhuai around several times, and finally found a rough and dilapidated ghost street in a relatively remote corner of the playground.

The so-called ghost street is almost an upgraded version of the usual haunted house, and the overall appearance is a haunted old street.

Before they had time to get close to the entrance of Ghost Street, they could already hear screams coming from inside, one after another.

At the entrance of Ghost Street, there was an old lady with sunken eye sockets and wrinkled skin. She hunched over to collect money. She looked ghostly. As if not daring to go.

He is addicted to vegetables, just like Rong Shu.

Thinking of this, Mu Jinhuai subconsciously tightened his arms around Rong Shu.

Looking at the two mutilated bloody footprints at the entrance, Rong Shu swallowed nervously, "There are no ghosts in this world."

Mu Jinhuai laughed, "Then don't shake."

Hearing this, Rong Shu hugged Mu Jinhuai's arm even tighter.

As soon as you entered the entrance of Ghost Street, the eerie and cold atmosphere inside came directly to your face. It was obviously still summer outside, but it was chilly inside, with gusts of cold wind blowing directly on the back of your neck.

When the ghostly wind blows, there is a faint whimpering sound, like the sound of a person crying or some animal.

This feeling is like walking into a haunted place, and many worried tourists are scared to turn around and leave.

I don't know how the haunted house designers did this. This eerie feeling is so realistic.

At the beginning, Rong Shu could force himself to go deep into the ghost street, but the ghosts that appeared at the back became more terrifying. The evil ghosts he saw on TV and the visual impact that he seemed to encounter in the ghost street were naturally not at the same level of.

After finally running out of a ghostly room, Rong Shu's legs softened and he almost knelt down. Mu Jinhuai quickly grabbed the other's waist with sharp eyes, "If you're afraid, stop playing, or I'll carry you inside .”

Because Rong Shu was too nervous and his heartbeat was very disordered, he raised his hand to wipe off his sweat, and wrapped his arms around Mu Jinhuai's arm, and said breathlessly, "Let's go back."

Mu Jinhuai nodded, turned around and squatted down carrying Rong Shu on his back and continued walking back.

Rong Shu lay on Mu Jinhuai's back, and he breathed a sigh of relief. The chilly wind in the ghost street was still blowing towards the back of his neck, but after staying here for so long, he was almost used to it. , Rong Shu felt something cool fell on the back of his neck.

Itchy and light.

Rong Shu, "..."

The hairs all over Rong Shu's body exploded almost instantly. He subconsciously tightened his grip on Mu Jinhuai's neck. When he opened his mouth, his teeth kept shaking up and down. He leaned against the other's face tremblingly, and said in a low voice, "I... ...I'm a little flustered."

Mu Jinhuai was very courageous. Looking at the realistic special effects and props in the ghost street, he didn't feel any ups and downs in his heart. He heard that Rong Shu's tone was wrong, and immediately reacted. When he turned around, he saw a bloody Under the cover of long black messy hair, the pair of mysterious broken blood eyes looked particularly vicious.

Mu Jinhuai frowned, put Rong Shu down directly, and asked someone to hug him with his eyes closed, and said softly, "Don't be afraid, it's all fake."

Rong Shu covered his eyes with his hands, tears of regret flowed down his heart, "I will never come to the haunted house again next time."

Mu Jinhuai patted the back of the other party's neck comfortingly, "Let's go play somewhere else."

Rong Shu buried his face in Mu Jinhuai's arms and remained silent.

After coming out of Ghost Street, Rong Shu still walked a little lightly. If Mu Jinhuai hadn't led him, he might have tripped over the stones on the road.

After playing in the playground for a few laps, Rong Shu followed Mu Jinhuai out with some unfulfilled intentions. He leaned on Mu Jinhuai's shoulder with a smile, "I still want to come here to play in the future."

Before Rong Shu was bound to the system, during those years as the holy son of the cat tribe, he was locked in the house every day and rarely went out. It was only very rarely that the high priest was in a good mood and would take him outside for a walk. relax.

So he usually sleeps most of the time, so that he will not be so boring.

Mu Jinhuai pinched his earlobe, "I'll bring you here next time."

Rong Shu chuckled, and led Mu Jinhuai's hand into the car with crooked eyebrows.

Because he had so much fun during the day, Rong Shu didn't look at his phone very much, until at night when he was lying on the bed after taking a shower, he opened his phone casually, and saw that Uncle Mu had sent him a message on WeChat.

Uncle Mu: How is things going?

Rong Shu paused with his fingertips, only then remembered that he had had so much fun recently that he almost forgot about the mission.

He frowned thinking about this, and buried his face in the pillow a little depressed.

For tasks or something, let's take it easy.

Anyway, more than four years have passed, and it's not bad for a day or two.