Quick Transmigration: The President of Sick Jiao is fond of and flirted with

Song Chubai saw that Ling Rongge had taken the bait, smiled, and said, "We don't want to bet far, just bet on whether this store will open for you."

A dark light flashed across Ling Rongge's eyes.

"I bet you." He said without hesitation.

He didn't even care about the bet. After speaking, he knocked on the door and waited for the result of the bet.

There were footsteps coming from inside, but soon they stopped again.

At the cat's eye, it seems that someone is looking out.

Ling Rongge stared at the cat's eyes, his eyes were terribly red.

A few seconds later, a hoarse voice came from inside.

"It's closed today, you can go."

As soon as Ling Rongge heard it, he knew that the people inside were lying, because the store was obviously open, and there were quite a few stone gamblers inside, but this person just said that it was closed today.

Ah……

The people inside saw from the cat's eyes that he hadn't left yet, and urged again: "Hurry up, this place is closed today."

Song Chubai at the side blinked and said with a smile, "Look, I won."

Ling Rongge pursed his lips, his originally pale lips became even paler.

He snorted coldly, and said with a bit of coldness: "You won."

After a pause, he seemed to realize that the two hadn't agreed on the bet just now, so he said again: "I don't have any money, other than that, you can do whatever you want."

"That's good." Song Chubai smiled, stretched out his hand, and grabbed Ling Rongge's sleeve, "Then take me home."

Ling Rongge was obviously taken aback, as if he didn't expect Song Chubai to say that.

In the short second just now, countless thoughts flashed through his mind, the strongest one was that Song Chubai might propose to release him to freedom because of this.

But unexpectedly, Song Chubai actually wanted to go home with him.

Since he lost, he will naturally fulfill the bet.

He nodded and said in a hoarse voice, "Okay."

Willing to gamble and admit defeat, he has always been like this.

Ling Rongge turned around and walked outside, Song Chubai followed beside him, watching him lead him to his house.

After walking for about 10 minutes, the two arrived at a six-story residential building. From the outside, the residential building should have been around for some years, so it looked a bit dilapidated.

It's hard to imagine that the former president would live in such a place.

Ling Rongge led Song Chubai upstairs. He lives on the second floor, room 201. The door still has the old-fashioned lock, which can be opened with a twist of the small key.

After opening the door, Ling Rongge walked towards the sofa without looking at Song Chubai.

On the coffee table in front of the sofa are two rough stones, about the size of a palm, which have not been untied yet, and I don't know why they are placed there.

After Ling Rongge sat down, he stared at the two rough stones, not knowing what he was looking at.

Song Chubai closed the door from the inside, sat across from him, and asked curiously, "Why aren't these two rough stones unlocked?"

Ling Rongge raised his eyes and said coldly: "It has nothing to do with you."

Song Chubai: ...

"Why don't we make another bet?" Song Chubai asked tentatively.

Sure enough, when this word was mentioned, Ling Rongge seemed to regain his energy.

"What are you gambling?"

Song Chubai thought for a while, "Then rock-paper-scissors?"

Ling Rongge:? ?

For a moment, Ling Rongge thought he had heard wrong.

Is rock-paper-scissors a gamble?

Is there a problem with him, or is there a problem with this Song Chubai?